A/N short and late but with how shit has been Im lucky to get anything up at all. Thanks to you guys that stuck in there with me.

Ch 14

EPOV

My poor Bella. Those insatiable beastly Whitlocks have her so confused. They think she belongs with them however I know better. She is pure and sweet, her hateful words to me a symptom of their manipulation.

I'm positive that Jasper is using his power to sway her feelings, after all what sane beautiful creature such as MY Bella would choose bloodthirsty monsters over a loving family and a devoted mate?

How I wish we had met her after she had gone through her newborn madness, to see her calm and peaceful, to know that her thoughts are her own instead of the change raging through her and causing such emotional volotility. If that had been the case I am certain that Whitlock would not stand a chance. She would be here, by my side, and all would be right in the world.

Oh how I adore her. For over a century I have waited for her, an innocent siren calling to me. My heart and my body respond to her in kind, with a rushing desperation. A need to touch her soft granite skin, to rub my nose along the column of her smooth throat and inhale the sweet scent created for me to enjoy.

This fighting thing is ridiculous. We could so easily jump onto my father's private jet and be in Italy within a day, but no. Instead venom will be shed and I intend to make sure that it's not my own pooling on the ground. Jasper may be an experienced fighter but with my gift I am confident that I will be victorious and claim my precious prize. Once she sees that the only thing Jasper has ever excelled in is gone and he is no longer around to confuse her, she will fall into my arms and beg my forgiveness which I will gladly give. After all, I cannot have my mate feeling badly.

The fight will happen in the customary two days, this time meant to allow both participants to farewell any loved ones and enjoy what may be their last moments on earth. I have no reason to though and will instead spend the time composing a song for my Bella. She will see how my gentile affections are superior to those of the brute. Gah! Every time I think of him daring to even cast his eyes on her I feel sick. He's so vile, and she is so mine.

JPOV

I always knew that Edward was a fucktard but this just takes the damn cake. Bella straight out told him no, rejected him, threatened to kill him her damn self and he still wants to push through trying to claim her as his own. It's like watching a toy getting taken away from a spoiled toddler.

The best moment of my whole existence was feeling Bella's realization that she and I belonged to each other. I felt the warmth creep over her before exploding in a ball of pride and love, her crimson eyes swimming with emotion, her sweet little body moving towards me as though pulled by gravity. And Edward the piss poor excuse for a man stopped her throwing his claim around. Well his claim can go up in flames same as him far as I'm concerned.

Can't say it upsets me too much having to kill him. His whiny stuck up ass always got on my nerves but out of love and respect to Esme and Carlisle I just stayed away from him. But now it's different. Now he's trying to come between Bella and I and that shit just don't fly.

Damn I miss her already and I'm not more than a few miles away. I should be thinking of fighting and how to get around Edward's gift but all I can picture in my mind is her and her bottomless eyes and kissable lips. I'd give my left nut to hear her laugh or hold her against me. But tradition says I've got another two days until I can go back. 48 long hours away from my life, my heart, my peace in this fucked up storm called life.

I wonder if she's ok. She didn't seem all to thrilled about the fight and I'm pretty sure I know why. In the end the choice is being taken out of her hands and played out on the battlefield. I wish she had been in this life longer so that she could understand. I cannot allow something that threatens US to exist in this world or any other. We would never be safe, never be free of him, never able to fully enjoy all that the world has to offer, which is what I want to give her.

PPOV

Bella is angrier then a two headed bull and bout ready to tear the whole damn house down. I won't say it cause I like my head where it is but she's kinda cute when she's ticked off. Think she actully stomped her little foot once or twice, that is before she punched through a door.

This whole mess is a bunch of bullshit if ya ask me. The little lady made her choice loud and clear. You'd have to be worse off than Helen Keller not to know it. But noooo, dumbass Edward knows all don't he?

He knows what's best, what's right, what's wrong, and the whole of the world is supposed to bow down to it. Yeah well Eddie how bout this? Where's a g-spot motherfucker?

I admit I'm a little worried due to the mind reading. Jasper's gonna have to pull out every trick he knows to win against this prick but I'm sure he will. I've seen him do some major damage in his day and that didn't involve his mate. This will be the fight of his life and he knows it.

Char and Rose are trying to explain it all to Bella. The whys and hows and whens, but i don't hink she gives a fuck. At least not going by the sour expression on her angry little angel's face. Get used to it babygirl. We ain't human. We're predators and territorial as hell. Ain't no way both of those boys can live. Their nature just won't allow it.

Emmett comes up next to me looking like he's about to burst from all the tension. He suggests we go knock some trees down to get ready for the fight which don't make sense since those boys will be throwing each other farther out then Rose would want cleared. But I agree just to get away from all the angry women in the house. Especially the little brunette who looks like she'd use someone's bones to clean her teeth right about now.

BPOV

Men are fucking idiots and this is fucking horseshit. All I hear is 'nature this' and 'instinct that'. I don't give. A. Flying. Fuck. So what being a vampire means that you abandon all self control and just let your basar instincts take over does it? Great I'll just go bathe in the blood of some virgins a'la Countess Bathory hoping that it works better then Avon. Then I'll stand naked in a crowded street singing "have a holly jolly Christmas."

I'll say it again. Horseshit.