Ok, now for the part we have been waiting for, the war!!! This will have two parts, and I have decided not to do third person point of view, but all the Cullen's different point of views for each of their fights! Exciting, right? Ok, well, there will be three parts to this!! I really hope you like it!!

Chapter 18: The Fight: Bella vs. Leah

After we returned home, Edward took me upstairs and for hours we stayed in each others company. The sun started to rise, and we were still quiet. I listened to Edward's steady breathing, and sighed. Why couldn't we stay like this forever?

"If only we could, love," Edward said, answering my thoughts and breaking the long silence. He kissed my hair, "As soon as this is over, we are going to get married and be together forever. I promise you." I smiled and pressed my lips to his cheek.

"I like that idea," I whispered, Edward grinned and kissed along my jaw, making me shiver involuntarily. He chuckled, and kissed down my neck, along my shoulder, and back again. When he reached my cheek, I turned my head so my lips captured his. He smiled under my touch and wound his fingers through my hair, I ran my hands over his arms, and held his hands in mine. After a few moments, I pulled away. Faintly, I could hear the sound of cars coming. I sighed, and Edward kissed my forehead.

Three minutes later, the rest of our family arrived. As Edward and I exited our house, I turned and looked at it on last time. His arm wrapped around my shoulder, and I pressed closer to him. Slowly, his arms dropped from my side, and he grabbed my hand. He squeezed it reassuringly, then, we were running. We were running so fast, the rest of the world was barely visible. The only thing that mattered in that single moment, was that I was a vampire, and was here with Edward. I looked at him while running, just quickly, but it was enough. He looked so perfect, running there, wind blowing through his hair.

Soon, we stopped, in a clearing. Slowly, the smell of werewolf approached. For what seemed like the thousandth time that day, I sighed. Edward turned me towards him. He cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me gently. As he pulled away, our foreheads rested together. "I love you, be safe. Please." he pleaded.

"I love you too," I whispered back. I brushed my hand over his cheek, he closed his eyes. After the shortest of moments, he opened them, kissed my palm, and turned to the woods. Out from the woods, leapt a russet wolf. He looked menacing, and ready for a fight. Jacob. After him, sprang out the rest of the pack. Within seconds a white wolf was on top of me. Leah.

She held me down, but I kicked her stomach and threw her against a tree, creating several scratches on her back. She whimpered in pain when the tree and her back collided, but other than that, showed no weakness.

Carefully, she got back down on all four paws, and walked towards me. Her black eyes pierced into mine, burning into my mind. We circled each other, each analyzing our opponents for their next move. Her white fur hand some blood sticking to it, making the stench in the air even more horrid. She growled, and I snarled, my lips curling back over my teeth.

Then, she leapt for me. I put my hands out in front of me, grabbing her shoulders, and as my back hit the ground, I threw her behind me. I hit my head on the hard surface of the field, and flipped over onto my stomach. Quickly, I pushed myself up, and looked to see where Leah landed. I saw that I had thrown her so hard, the tree she hit was broken. She lay limp and in an awkward position. Legs bent, howling in pain. I looked at the limp figure, and I almost felt guilty. Almost. I walked over, then, she snapped at me. Her teeth collided with my ankle, and I screamed. With my other foot, I stomped it onto her neck, and she went limp. I heard a snap, the teeth came off my ankle, and the white wolf lay lifeless. I had killed Leah. My opponent was dead.

After several seconds, pain in my ankle came back. I sank to the ground, and grasped my ankle in my hand. The venom poured out of my cut, and into my palm. I gasped, in pain, and walked over to a tree, then sank against it. I closed my eyes, and waited for the fight to be over.