Chapter 11: Fight

She gon' be rockin' chinchilla coats, if I let you go
Hit in the house off the coast, if I let you go
She gon' take everything I own, if I let you go
I can't let you go, damn, if I let you go

'Ring the Alarm' by Beyoncé

It was smooth sailing from then on. Sebastian scowled and glared at Jacob anytime he was ten feet close to me, but other than that he was behaving himself.

I guess the fact that my father called him and had a 'little talk' about respecting me, straightened him out.

Our two weeks by ourselves were over and it was time for us to start training with the vampires. Great, here we are, put on this earth to keep them in check and here we were helping them.

But when you think about it I guess that we are keeping the bloodsuckers in check, just not the Cullens – since they're the vision of the most well-behaved a coven can get.

But I still didn't trust them, especially that heartbreaker of a girl, Bella.

Ever since seeing those vampires I couldn't stop thinking about them. I've seen vampires before but only the rouges that were in tattered clothes and were wild.

They were still beautiful but compared to the prim and proper Cullens, those vampires were put to shame.

I couldn't help but think about what Bella looked like before she was turned; was she pretty, or was she just average… maybe was she even ugly?

I tried to shake the thought out of my head before one of the other wolves picked up on them. No doubt Jacob heard me because he always concentrated on the calm of my mind in order to try and block out the many voices surrounding us.

I looked over to him; it was Sam in front with Jacob and me following then the rest of the pack.

He looked calm and collected but in his mind he was sad, angry and concerned. 'Why would I care if Bella was pretty or not?' He thought, and it sent a pang to my heart.

He was going to discover the real reason why I was having the thoughts in the first place. Would Bella try to win Jacob back? Would he fall for it? The latter question I knew the answer to, Jake would never leave me but that wouldn't stop from Bella trying to break us apart.

We were approaching the large white house and I pushed all those negative thoughts into the little black metal box in the corner of my mind.

My father taught me to create this box so that the really important stuff you thought about couldn't be read by other wolves – or mind-reading vampires.

The box was pretty small so only the information of the most importance could be fit in there. Not everyone knew how to create this box, and if they did, they might not be strong enough to make it.

In the large front yard the eight vampires of the Cullen coven stood there waiting. Their surprise was obvious when they saw the large amount of wolves behind me. I felt like smirking but I didn't, I put that feeling in the little black box too – I still had a little room left.

Introductions were made and we got down to business quickly and having being in some vampire army back in the day, Jasper, the blond who controlled emotions, led the training.

He showed us all the weaknesses on a vampire, both male and female. My mind drifted away from the lesson and wondered if I could use those moves on Bella.

I cursed to myself as soon as I heard the growl of Edward. I felt like bashing my head against a tree; this wasn't the way I wanted my pack to see me.

I quickly apologized to him in my head and everyone continued as if nothing had happened. I sighed in relief but that feeling was soon lost as soon as I saw the look on Sam's face, I knew that look. It was the same look I'd given Sebastian not too long ago.

Finally the eager wolves got to try out their new knowledge on one of the vampires. My sisters were the first ones to volunteer. Jasper, being a southern gentleman, said the girls should go against girls first.

Wendy took on Rosalie – I thought that was funny; pretty girl against pretty girl. Who would break a nail first?

Ana took on Alice – shy girl takes on the little ball of energy. That should be interesting.

Lucy took on Esme – home wrecker against the mother of the house.

I decided to just sit this one out when Jasper suggested that I take on Bella. Edward was not happy about that and I wasn't either. I didn't trust myself to fight her because I doubt I would be able to control my wolf that so wanted to rip her head off and roast her.

I was appalled by this thought, I realized it wasn't me that hated Bella; it was my wolf, she absolutely loathed the girl; because she absolutley adored Jacob and she's angry that this female had caused him so much pain.

I could care less, I had him now and that's all that matters, but your inner wolf sure does know how to hold a grudge.

I sighed; at least when I'm in human form I might not feel such a strong urge to kill her. But I still didn't want to fight her.

Edward tried to convince Jasper to not let us fight but Jasper assured him if I got too out of hand that he would calm me down. That made me feel better, at least they would be watching me.

I agreed and stepped up to be the fourth fight. Wendy won her fight while Ana lost hers and Lucy lost as well.

I guess the wolves expected me to fight and win so that they could even out the score. It was better to tie with the vampires than lose to them.

So I took a defensive stance; I would not fight her, I'm afraid of my own power. But too bad Bella didn't feel the same way.

The girl didn't hold back, obviously she hated me as much as my wolf hated her. After taking a good beating I was sick of it. I let my wolf take control, just a little.

Bella threw me over her head and I landed on my paws easily; I growled and circled her. She looked at me as if I was an idiot; little did she know she was in deep waters.

When she started to look bored waiting for me to attack, I did. She let her guard down and I took advantage of it.

There were encouraging thoughts from my pack but I blocked them out. I needed to concentrate; no one liked a backseat fighter.

I took her by the throat and flipped her through the air. She was flying at an amazing speed and I ran after her as if I was a dog trying to catch a Frisbee.

About half a mile later, she landed and I tackled her as soon as she reached the ground. She wasn't having it anymore, and soon we were in a cat fight, as ironic as it is.

Rolling on the ground, hissing, growling, scratching; then I saw an opening. Normally if this was a real fight I would have taken it and killed her but all I did was scratch her skin.

There was the familiar sound of vampire skin tearing; it sounded like ripping aluminum foil times one million.

I scratched her on her throat and backed away and sat waiting for everyone to catch up with us. Obviously Bella healed three seconds later and wanted to fight some more.

She didn't see that I already won and Edward had to explain it to her. He told her if it was a real fight, she would have died. That was a death blow and it would have easily taken her head off.

She turned, looked at me then she walked over. Sitting down, I was her height so I looked her straight in the eye.

We stared each other down and it felt like no one was breathing. I was practically radiating Alpha and my pack could feel it so it put them at a stand-still.

Then she surprised me by smiling, genuinely, and said, "Good job, you kicked my butt. I guess I didn't realize that you weren't trying in the beginning."

I tilted my head at her in confusion and since I couldn't communicate to her I did something that wasn't human at all. Actually, it was entirely my wolf's doing; I licked her in the face.

I started to gag at the taste and she laughed, "That's what you get!" Everyone was laughing at me, especially Paul and Jacob.

No one realized that I was practically dying from the sickly sweet taste. I should be sprouting daisies; too bad we wolves are tougher than that. But that taste was so bad that I welcomed death.

Reading my thoughts Edward said to me, "Oh don't be so dramatic."

He relayed my suicide thoughts to the others and they laughed even harder, I'm glad they're getting a good belly roll from my misery.

But when the taste finally started to fade (Only after I went and ate some grass, grass! I'm a carnivore! Even grass tasted better than them. It must have been funny to see a wolf grazing though…) the tension that was between everyone lifted.

Not only was it kinda fun to be with the Cullens, but my wolf actually started to warm towards Bella.

Great, being with these leeches is making me soft and I'm not doing a damn thing about it.