This is where the OOCness comes in. She has a real temper, is really passionate about animals, and I know in this chapter Bella sounds a bit self-centered, but really she's just over confident in herself, and REALLY hates these vampires for eating her friends. –Wow, that sounds weird…- And I know I should update more often, but I have no life and too much homework, so bear with me. Also, why do I have all these faves and stuff and barely any reviews? Does anyone have a hypothesis behind that? Oh, and I can't really remeber what the Uley's house looks like, so bear with me; and Jacob is really stereotypical here, but it works for my purposes. Okay, I'm done now, read away!

Endangered: Chapter 2

I had several wild animals approach me today, wanting to know what I could do about these vampires. So, now that all the animals at the center were fed, I was heading down to La Push to talk to the werewolves. I had a black messenger bag on my shoulder, with some milk powder and stuff for Bubba, as well as the bear himself. His cream-colored headpoked out of the side, and it looked really cute. He seemed to be taking his mother's death very well, even though he was in a state of shock for a few hours after the incident.

I closed and locked the door behind me. "Bye Nina!" I called as I climbed down the steps. I tripped over the last step, but caught myself before I fell completely.

"Are you ok, Bewwa?" Bubba asked, poking his head out of the side of the bag to look up at me worriedly.

"I'm fine, just a complete klutz." I informed him.

"What's a kwutz?" He asked, tilting his head to the right slightly, his eyes filled with curiosity. I smiled at him.

"Someone like me, who trips, falls, or gets hurt really easy."

"Oh." I patted his head affectionately, and he disappeared back into the bag.

The rest of the time we walked in comfortable silence, me stopping every now and then to check on Bubs. Eventually, we emerged from the woods. I stopped at the edge, looking at a large, white house with a blue roof and shutters. Colorful potted plants lined all the outer windowsills. It had a road leading up to it, and there were several cars parked out front. I could smell the werewolves from where I stood.

I sighed dramatically, and Bubs pushed his head through the side of the bag again, looking at me. "Are you ok Bewwa?"

I rested my palm on his head lightly, using my fingers to scratch behind his ears. He closed his eyes and threw his head back a little. I tried to smile reassuringly, before saying, "I think."

I took a deep breath, trying not to be bothered by the loud racket I heard coming from inside the house. I pushed Bubba's head back into the bag gently, and then started walking up the driveway. When I got to the porch, I knocked on the door. I heard the kitchen go silent, and then someone stood up, their chair scrapping the floor, saying, "I'll get it."

I groaned. I knew that voice – it belonged to the one and only Jacob Black; aka the world's most irritating, flirtatious, egoistical jerk. He couldn't get it through his thick skull that I was not interested or rather, I can't date and I was not interested. He was really tall, with russet skin and dark hair and eyes, just like all the other werewolves. I couldn't stand him.

Jacob opened the door, breaking into a grin when he saw it was me. "Well hi there! What're you here for? Maybe to take me up on that offer for a date?" He winked.

I grimaced unconsciously, stiffening slightly. Bubba squirmed in my bag, sticking his head out of the hole to look at me. "Is he bothering you, Bewwa?" He asked innocently. I could feel his claws extending and retracting through my bag.

I shook my head at him, patting his head. He gave me a skeptical look I didn't know such a young animal was capable of, before stuffing his head back inside of the bag obediently.

I looked up at Jacob, to see him staring at me.

"You're really cute with him." He commented.

I gave him a warning look. "Enough crap from you. Are you gonna let me in so I can talk to the pack or not?"

He got an evil glint in his eye, and I stiffened slightly again. Bubba's weight shifted in my bag. "Sure, sure. After you agree to go on a date with me."

Just as I was about to slap him, Sam, the pack's alpha emerged from the kitchen, along with Quil and Embry. "Jacob, stop harassing the poor girl!" Quil scolded lightly, smiling.

"Yes, Jacob, stop harassing me, and get out of the freaking doorway!" I hissed.

"Sure, sure," He made no move to shift away from the doorway however.

"Just do it!" I snapped. At this point, I had my arms held up, palms out. I shoved them against his chest forcefully, and he stumbled back, startled. My hands dropped to me sides again and I smirked as I passed him and walked into the kitchen, putting my bag on the table before settling into a chair behind it. I opened the bag and pulled Bubba onto my lap, before looking up to see the whole pack, as well as Emily, eyeing me carefully.

I smiled at them, glaring at Jacob after I was done. I then took out a bottle of formula I had made earlier, stuffing the nipple into Bubba's mouth and squeezing the bottle to get him suckling. I smiled, patting his head with my free hand. I looked up to see everyone scattered around the kitchen, watching with different expressions. I rolled my eyes, just as Paul spoke up, "Does this look like some sort of nursery to you?"

I nodded, and Bubba stopped drinking the formula to growl softly. Then we both looked at them with wide eyes, before I turned my gaze to Sam, and Bubs started drinking again. "Sam, there are vampires near the center, and they're disrupting the wildlife, feeding off them no less. I want you to get rid of them. I mean, that's your job, right?"

Sam sighed, shaking his head. "Right to the point, as always…" He mumbled, lifting his head to look me in the eye. "I'm sorry Bella, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about the Cullens. Our forefathers made a treaty with them a long time ago, and we can't kill them."

"No matter how much we want to." Leah, the only female werewolf, muttered.

"Leah!" Sam reprimanded. She ignored him, inspecting her nails instead.

"So," I paused to take the empty bottle away from Bubba, "what can you tell me, about this treaty, these vampires?"

"Well, they're 'vegetarian' vampires," Sam paused, as several snorts exuded around the room, "which means they only feed off animals. They have golden eyes, different to the crimson ones of those who drink human blood."

"That doesn't explain why you can't kill them." I prodded, unsatisfied and confused with where this was going. I pet Bubs unconsciously as I waited.

"Well, we are here solely for the purpose of protecting humans, there's really nothing we can do unless they break the treaty." I glared at him. Why were the freaking humans so damn important?

"And to break the treaty they must…?" I waved my hand in a motion that signaled for him to continue.

"They must either cross the treaty line, which is exactly half way between Forks and La Push, or they must bite a human; neither of which they have done. Therefore it's in not in our or their best interest to fight."

"So basically you're saying you can't do anything?" Sam nodded. I abruptly stood up, scooping Bubba up in my arms and stuffing him in the bag. "Useless werewolves," I garbled. "If they can't do anything about those damn vampires, then I will!" My sentence started softly and ended with me almost yelling. Everyone watched in horror as I started for the door hurriedly.

Naturally, I tripped, and Quil, as he was closest to me, caught me and held me in place.

"You'll do nothing of the sort!" Sam scolded. I struggled slightly, but let it go as I didn't want Bubba to get hurt. I hung my head for a second, thinking. Why should I listen to a bunch of useless werewolves? And I for one did not have some sort of bogus treaty to keep to. And I could probably take them. Vampires only live in groups of two to three, as far as my knowledge extended. That would be easy enough. They may have been infinitely strong and whatnot, but I was almost as powerful. Pair that with my intellectual level, and I could probably beat them with my eyes closed.

"And just why not? I have every reason to go get rid of them! There is nothing stopping me; I'm not bound by some stupid treaty!" I yelled, starting to struggle again. Embry, who was next to Quil, laid a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down a little. It didn't help, so he retracted it.

"Because!" Sam snapped. "There are seven vampires, all extremely strong and fast, who never tire, and three with powers." Seven? That's unusual. That would be a bit challenging, but I would do it none the less. I'd get rid of them, one way or another. My mind was set.

"Besides," Jacob chimed in, "We don't need you getting killed over some stupid animals." Jake just crossed the line with that single statement. He would pay. All thoughts of kicking vampire butt vanished, and my mind now centered on different ways I could put Jacob through, a slow, excruciatingly painful death.

"You did not just say that!" I seethed. I broke away from Quil's hold with a simple shove, taking care to keep the bag with Bubba in it on my shoulder.

"Yeah, I think I did. What are you gonna do about it?" Wrong answer, buddy. I stomped across the kitchen until I was directly in front of Jacob. I looked up at him defiantly.

"This." I stated simply, pulling my clenched fist back to gather power, launching it so that it landed right above his smirk, on his nose. I heard a satisfying snap as I drew back my fist, knowing very well that is was his nose and not one of my fingers that just broke. I smiled up at him. "You should know better, Jakey-poo." I said, before turning to leave.

"Bella! Hold on!" Sam grabbed my arm and tried to wrench me to a stop. I gave in quickly, as his grasp was bruising my arm, and spun around to look at him.

"Yes, almighty werewolf pack alpha who can't do shit?" I taunted, rolling my eyes and smiling for dramatic effect.

"Where are you going right now?"

"To find these 'Cullens'," - I used my fingers like quotation marks here – "and exterminate them, once and for all." I said it like this was an everyday thing to do.

Sam sighed in exasperation. "What can I do to keep you from attacking them?"

"You doing it yourselves."

"Other than that." He probed.

I shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. Now, if you'll please, I have a coven of vampires to kill."

"Bella!" Sam reprimanded sharply. Who was he to tell me what to do?

"I don't see why you're trying to stop her, oh holy alpha. We don't like the leeches any more than she does. Just let her do it." Leah spoke up. I shot her a grateful look and mouthed 'thank you' to her. She smiled slightly, nodding.

Sam looked over his shoulder and shot Leah and meaningful look. She rolled her eyes and stood up, coming to my side. "I'll go with her, in fact." Everyone looked surprised except for me. I smiled up at her and she smiled back, before grabbing my wrist. "Come on Bella, we've got some leech butt to kick." She tugged on my arm lightly, and we both started for the door again.

"Stop!" Sam yelled. We both turned to look at him expectantly, eyebrows raised. "This is in nobody's best interest. If it'll get you two to stop going out there and getting yourselves killed or severely injured, I'll go and talk to Carlisle when the opportunity arises. Ok?" I eyed him suspiciously, but nodded reluctantly, taking a look at my watch.

"Woah! I gotta go. My fave show starts in an hour. Bye!" I called, pausing to give Leah a brief smile. She returned the favor.

"I'll make sure he actually does it, and then I'll call, ok?" I nodded and we exchanged numbers whilst walking out into the hall.

"Have fun with the Spanish Inquisition back in the kitchen!" I teased. She glared jokingly at me.

"What a shame I can't make you come with me."

"Well, best of luck. I've gotta scram."

"Yeah, bye Bella!" I smiled and waved, walking out the door and closing it behind me. I sighed as I walked into the forest again. That hadn't gone the way I thought it would. At least Leah was nice.

Hah, bet you didn't expect that one, did ya? Well, review now! G2G! xx HG23