Language warning applies.

Warning: detailed violence is in this chapter

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Chapter Fourteen

Okay. We were officially out of the frying pan and into the line of fire. Basically we are screwed. Alec was still standing behind me. Casually, I readied myself to pull out my machete or one of the guns; which ever takes my fancy when the time comes.

"Greetings how was your trip?"

We were being way to polite with each other, behind me Alec chuckled.

"Ms. Swan this isn't your assistant, did you finally kill him?"

I resisted the urge to through a knife at him and then shred him pieces. My mouth had been open to lie about Jasper's whereabouts when the sound of a gun being taken off safety was heard and the vampire in question stepped out of the shadows.

"I think not"

"Good evening Mr. Whitlock"

I have to admit that the alpha's coolness was highly admiring considering he had a silver bullet loaded gun shoved against his head at point blank range but then again he had survived my rifle shots, the slugs of which were made of silver so I should be complaining.

"Jasper, I challenged the alpha, this is my fight. It's not your fight or the packs either Jacob Black"

There was growls coming from behind me and I didn't need to look to know that it was Jake. The alpha saluted to me sarcastically as three wolves who turned out to be Seth, Quil and Embry, I knelt so they could be closer to me, Seth was rubbing his face against mine. The alpha looked surprised to see them being so affectionate with me.

"Ms. Swan is there something I need to know, that you are a shape shifter perhaps? It would explain your admirable reflexes"

I shook my head negative I wasn't a shape shifter. The wind blew and it carried the sound of cracking twigs, so Sam and his pack were out there somewhere around us. Interesting, I wondered when they would reveal themselves. Most likely after I'd torn the alpha to shreds and his were-doggies attacked me for killing him.

"No, I've just had a lot of training."

Jake came and stood beside me, his height as a wolf reaching my lower ribs. Embry and the others fell back behind him, clearly showing that he was alpha. My hand automatically started petting and scratching Jake's head and he moved closer to me.

"Is this your mate Ms. Swan?"

Freaking hell. Why was everybody so bent on me having a mate all of a sudden?

"I'll make this clear only once werewolf. I am nobodies mate. If you suggest otherwise I will kill you slowly, so slow that you will be begging me to end the agony"

The alpha blinked once with surprise I think he knew that I wasn't bluffing at all.

"Mon cherie, you need to breathe"

Of course that was a vital part of human life, no wonder I had felt slightly dizzy. I touched him on the cheek in thanks. After I took several deep breaths and cleared my head I turned back to Jasper.

I turned to Jasper and gestured for him to move out of the clearing, Alec had already done so, good man. Jasper didn't move. Fucking hell he was really pissing me off.

"Jasper leave the clearing now."

He took steps towards me so we were almost touching. All I had to do was extend my hand and I would be touching him.

"Leave Jasper Whitlock this is the last time I'm warning you"

"If I leave Isabella Swan, I'm never coming back"

Spare me the romantic crap, I wasn't in the mood to hear it, let alone dish it out. I pulled out the sawed off shotgun and held it underneath his jaw.

"Leave and don't come fucking back l'âme accouple. I'll know if you set foot here"

Jasper turned and left the clearing, disappearing into the brush. We'll leave that little problem for later, killing the alpha was priority at the moment in my books. Turning back to the alpha I saw him to have an amused expression on his face.

"Don't you dare say anything"

"Have you finished with your mate Ms. Swan? I don't have all night."

Gosh can't people stop with the 'Jasper and Bella are soul mates forever' shit? I'm sick of it, Alec I could tolerate because he had my best interests at heart but everybody else? Bugger. Off. If I didn't do something this had the potential to turn into something out of the Merchant of Venice. No, I wasn't negotiating, I'd try that once and had failed.

"I'll make this clear once and once only. Jasper is not my mate and he never will be. Now, can we proceed with what we both came to do tonight- ripping each other pieces because frankly, I want to have a decent night sleep."

As I said this, I started stripping off my outer layers of clothing leaving me wearing a sleeveless top, long, exercising pants and combat boots. The knives gleamed in the light projected from the torches we had brought up and fixed to the trees. Without the adrenaline, I would be shivering with cold. Alec now held all of my guns and outer layers of clothing.

"Same rules that I had with your mate sire, I use knives, no guns and it's to kill understand?"

The remaining alpha nodded as he began to change, I moved back, expecting to have goop fly all over me again. You could imagine my surprise when he changed in a ripple of fur, the were-doggie coming out of him almost gracefully instead of exploding. It was quite mesmerizing and I wouldn't mind watching it again. I guess it was his powers that he had as alpha.

"I agree to your terms Ms. Swan, let us begin."

As soon as he said that, I was already concentrating on the alpha form. It seems we were both waiting for the other to move. The alpha was in a crouch and I was ready to move, my weight balanced evenly throughout my body. Tension was thick in the air. Yes I am an impatient person so I pulled a knife and threw it at the alpha, he yelped as it embedded itself deep in his flesh. I was counting on the healing abilities that shape shifters and werewolves possessed at this moment. If I was right, the knife wouldn't be able to be taken out with out the werewolf in question experiencing a tremendous amount of pain on account that the flesh had healed around the knife and the burn of the silver on the seared flesh meant it stuck to the knife like glue. The alpha attempted to pull it out and roared with pain. I smirked.

"I'm so sorry, I'm a little jumpy tonight"

I told him sarcastically. The alpha growled and lunged at me. Showtime. The first thing I noticed was his speed. I'd thought that his mate was fast god, what had I gotten myself into this time? Lucky for me, I tripped over and fell on my face, making me breathless. I forced myself to roll over as the alpha stalked me before lunging again, roaring claws outstretched. Wow, de ja vu. I wonder if all werewolves fought like this. So I grabbed the machete and sliced his torso over, the stench of burning flesh heavy in the air. Swallowing the nausea that engulfed me I rolled over and back onto my feet and saw to my horror that my opponent was rapidly healing. I was no longer ankle deep in shit; I was waist deep in it now. Well isn't this just dandy? The alpha and I were having what I guess you could call a Texan Standoff. All we needed was the dusty streets, the platoon and the clothing with some western music played in the background. This Texan like stare off happened as the last trickles of blood were staunched off from his healing body, finally leaving fierce and angry red scars. Damnit. Somewhere I heard whispers of 'are they going to fight or what?' and similar. I was actually wondering the same thing and then I was flying across the clearing. Fuck. I managed to land on my butt…my back was going to be aching for a while and I scrambled to my feet, one of my hand swords raised just in time to slash the alpha's arm open. Where the heck was my machete? The alpha roared and I did further damage to the injured limb, severing tendons so it was useless. I grinned as the alpha writhed around in pain. I circled him once and then I was in the air, held by the one good arm that the alpha possessed. The alpha growled at me as he held me there and I frowned at him, what was taking so long? He could crush me with that hand.

"Well, get on with it, move things along you know"

I shouldn't have opened my big mouth because the alpha snarled at me before slamming to the ground, I didn't bother using my arms like I had been taught to absorb some of the impact, I would shattered the bones. But I'd definitely heard something break. This was getting ridiculous why didn't he just kill me and be done with it? If he wasn't going to end it, I was. So I waited, pretending to be unconscious- the easiest thing ever, knife waiting in the palm of my hand to strike, eyes open just enough so I could see but not give away that I was conscious. I waited and waited as the alpha male howled with triumph. I half expected Jake or one of the others to come rushing to me but they all must've heard that I was still breathing, their hearing is fantastic or so I'm told. Finally, the heavy, thudding footsteps announced the alpha coming back over to me. When he was basically on top of me, I reached underneath him and slashed at his back legs, nicking the Achilles. Yes in a fight they're always the first tendons to go if I can help it. Wriggling, I separated the rest of the tendon; by sticking to butterfly knives in there and with one powerful kick to his chest, up ended the alpha away from me. Totally owned by a female. Quickly, I retrieved all four knives that were in hi s body, the alpha roaring with pain, globs of flesh stuck to the knife. Feral, I'd clean them later; I wasn't going to take my chances this time so I quickly and effectively slit his throat and then waited for the slaughter, counting in Mississippi's. The assault began after fifty Mississippi's when the were-doggies realized that I had killed the alpha and thus, meant that I now could destroy the pack. The first werewolf go his throat slit open, the second got his guts spilled out of the cavity before I put it out of it's misery then something banged into me and everything went black.

"Bella?"

"Mon cherie?"

Amongst all the snarls and ripping sounds I could hear people calling me. I couldn't help but smile even now Alec was still calling me mon cherie. Silly vampire. There were dead were-doggies all around me and there was still many to deal with. Time to get up Bella. My right arm was screaming with pain. I looked at it curiously. No wonder, it was dislocated again. With one quick, movement, I realigned my arm into its socket with only a small gasp of pain before diving onto a were-doggie who was snapping at Seth's throat. Bastard werewolf went for me instead, I saw one of my guns and grabbed it and fired at point blank range. Sucker. Seth licked me in thanks before diving onto another were-doggie and I followed after him. I was sort of waiting for the fireworks to start, they hadn't. We weren't using fire because it was the only thing that could destroy vampires and simply put, there were vampires here. For some reason I was more aware of everything there was a were-doggie growling behind me. I turned, aimed and fired, the bullet piercing through its heart and severing the spinal chord.

"Bella, body count 34"

Emmett yelled as he came up to deal with another were-doggie nearby me. Oh, we were counting our kills now? That was such a typical Emmett thing to do. There was a part were-doggie humanoid standing looking dumb founded. This was explained by the presence of a big lump on its forehead.

"Yoo hoo!"

I called to it, it turned and I calmly delivered bullets into its head and heart. When I shot something, it stayed down, literally, of course we were leaving out the case of the rifle and the now dead alpha. Emmett grinned at me and I shrugged as I grabbed my other guns and clips.

"Emmett, as far as I know, I've won in body count because I killed the alpha"

There was a were-doggie stalking Emmett. I decided not to tell him and I pretended not to notice. I'm so slack. When the were-doggie was within easy aim, fire and kill range I threw my arms around Emmett to hug him and shot the were-doggie. Emmett turned around surprised and I smirked at him. Before leaping off into a gaggle of werewolves and my wolves, which were snarling and snapping at each other. Fun, fun, fun. Dawn came, which is really cliché because the sky was a brilliant red, and all the were-doggies were dead. We like totally kicked arse. I was slumped against a mound of sleeping or healing shape shifters. Emmett came over with his arm slung over a woman, who looked like an angel of sorts.

"Bella, this is Rosalie"

Ah. The infamous Rosalie Hale whom Emmett had told me so much about. When he described her to me I thought he was slightly exaggerating, but now I see her and meet her in the flesh, it doesn't do it justice. Urgh. Nausea, I turned to the side and threw up and felt really dizzy. For the second time I blacked out that night. Life sucks.