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Enraged, Edward yowled, and jumped…

Only to be caught by a streak of light that sent him crashing back into the second story window.

"Oomph," he grunted, unaccustomed to actually getting hit by anything. He shook himself, making sure that no permanent damage had been sustained, and jumped right back out of the second story window.

The younger 'freaks', as Edward mentally berated them, shrieked and dove for cover. The others stood their ground, shooting different sparks up. But Edward skillfully twisted, dodged, and continued to fall to the ground, mauling others on the way.

In the meantime, Emmett was behaving like a walking wrecking ball. Plowing straight through the barriers of 'freaks', he laughed manically.

By now, he others had joined the fight. Carlisle was dodging the fists of a tall, burly male who had apparently lost his wand some place or another. With a resounding boom, Carlisle lifted the guy up and slammed him down. Alice was flitting back and forth in front of the bucktoothed brown-haired female that had run into the house earlier, with an uncommon name; Herionee or something. Alice seemed to be enjoying herself, frustrating the girl with unusual dodges and defenses. Esme was watching at the front door, not joining. Apparently, Jasper had gotten back up, because he was facing the other intruder, a lanky red-haired man.

Edward turned back to the other freaks, which had mainly drew back, now looking frightened instead of fierce. He snarled, baring his teeth in what he supposed was a fierce expression. They got the idea, and fled.

The house was in shatters, and unconscious bodies littered the grounds. Luckily, most of the people who lived nearby were either asleep or away. But there was still the problem of cleaning up.

"Well," Alice frowned, looking around, "We'd better clean up."

Emmett was still running on adrenaline, and was playing kickball with a few of the bodies. At this statement, he turned and suggested, "Why don't we throw 'em in the dump? It's a lot easier."

Esme turned and frowned at him. "No, Emmett, we're not going to."

"Suit yourselves," he shrugged, and turned his attention back to the bodies. "But," he addressed, still kicking the bodies, "it won't draw that much attention. It would be much more inconvenient to call up the police and insurance companies. This would be quite a mess."

Carlisle was thoughtful. "Well, that actually makes a bit of sense. But what if they come back for the bodies-?"

"Then they'll have to look in the dump," Emmett finished cheerfully. "We'll tell them that, too."

Bella was just looking at them. Edward strode over to her. "Shouldn't you be getting home?"

"Well," she started, "maybe I should just stay-"

"Of course you can," Edward cut her off. We'll just find a room for you."

A rumbling sound started outside. "What the crap?" Edward roared, rushing to the window, and swore.

Heading straight for the part-demolished house was a gargantuan, rumbling bulldozer.