A/N: Woo Hoo, for reasons unknown the curse that has been put upon me by some unknown forces has been lifted and I actually found some free time! I thought I would get this up like last week, but I never had the chance to read over and edit and what not, but now here it is chapter three! Please review!

"Nice eyes Whitlock." she said with venomous smirk.

"What do you want Maria." I asked her, even though I already knew what she wanted, to destroy the life I was leading, the life she could never have.

"To check in on an old friend" she said the word friend like it caused bile to rise in her throat, "Although I didn't expect such a hands on greeting." She tried to shift the weight of her small, almost child like, body beneath me, but I was holding on to her with all my might, "Kind of like the old days isn't it, you always liked being on top." She smirked, knowing exactly how to push my buttons, knowing exactly how to defeat me.

"That was a long time ago Maria, times have changed." I said my in a seething tone.

"Times certainly have changed and I would love to stay and chat about it, but I do have other plans. It's seems like a nice time for a snack." Her voice was smooth, but I could feel her menace, knowing exactly what she had planned to "snack" on. I shuddered as terrible images of her finding Nessie ran through my mind

I let out a rueful laugh, "You think that I would let you go, let you go find Alice, find Nessie, find the people I love. Let you hurt them. I know you Maria; I know the awful things that you have done, that you will do. I'm not foolish enough to underestimate you."

She stopped struggling, and her villainous look was replaced with one of curiosity and I felt her intrigue. My grip on her wrists slackened the slightest bit out my own feelings of surprise at her emotions. That was all she needed to gain an advantage over me. She managed to release her hands from the constraints of my own. She then pushed me off her by my chest, causing me to fly through the air, and there was a deafening crash as my I made impact with ancient tree.

"You've changed Whitlock" she said as she advanced towards me, and I crouched defensively, ready to attack the demon from my past.

I let out a guttural growl.

Her head tilted to the said as she searched for the right words "You've gone soft."

"You're wrong." I murmured

She crouched, keeping her distance

"I don't think so. I saw the way you were looking at her" she spoke of Alice like she was a vile, unworthy creature, "You've become what you had always strived to avoid. You're nothing but a love sick subordinate."

"You're wrong" I repeated, I kept my voice collected, but I could feel the fire running like blood in my veins, this was not a new born fight, this was real danger.

"Oh no Whitlock, I know I'm right, I remember the way you were, dark, demented. You never batted an eye when it came to killing anyone or anything. Now you're too scared to make the first move, now you think about running."

"You're wrong." I repeated once again, my teeth grinding, almost like in anticipation.

"You keep saying that and I keep disagreeing, so please, tell me how am I wrong." Sarcasm was thick on her low voice.

"I agree that was I was demented but that was because of you. It was all you; your hate, your greed, your distrust, your lies, your deception. All of that made the monster I was." We were circling each other now, and I felt her confusion through her hard mask of confidence, although she didn't know I could feel it. "When I finally found the strength to leave the excuse for an existence you created I found humanity again, I found love again."

She looked at me keeping the same hard face, but her emotions were jumping around between surprise and envy and animosity. When she finally opened her mouth to speak after several minutes of tense silence, she was almost laughing.

"You are so full of shit." And then she leaped towards me.

This was it. This was not play fighting with Emmett, not training with wolves, not fighting a new born. It was me against the fighter who taught me all I knew, who had created me. I took grabbed her waist mid-air, "You're wrong" I managed to say as I sunk my venomous teeth into her scarred shoulder and slammed her to the ground.

She grabbed me by my neck and threw me forward over her head and I landed on my stomach. "You know Whitlock; I could really do without anymore scars." She had her small body straddled on my atop my back, and she brought her blood red lips down to my ear, her black hair whipped around my face, "But you look like you could use some more." And she brought her sharp poisonous teeth down onto my neck.

A/N: *Cue suspensful music* My God I loves me some cliffhangers, sorry it's so short, but there is still enough to review and let me know what you think should happen =)