A/N I've never written a fight scene before, and this was the hardest bit to write. Please review and tell me if it was good or crap or whatever. But pleeease nothing mean!! Constructiveness. =]

"So, wolves, I see that you found some friends." calls Jeffery with a slight smirk. "Or are you their pets?"

Why the hell are vampires so well spoken? Stupid, stuck up bastards. A ripple of anger, white hot, runs through me and I shudder in anticipation. I'm going to enjoy ripping these bloodsuckers up. At least we know that we're going to get a decent fight this time.

"We stand with them by choice." replies Edward Cullen. "We are allies."

Jeffery raises an eyebrow. "How...odd. Distasteful, one might say."

Sam growls. Edward takes several steps forward. "He says its time to fight."

"I'm sorry." says Jeffery politely, "Am I to take it that you know what he is thinking?"

I bare my teeth. Directly opposite me is Edgar, already crouching, prepared to spring for my throat as soon as Jeffery gives the word. I tense and lean forward, ready jump and rip his head off as soon as Jake gives the order. Bring it on you bloodsucking piece of shit.

"I do know what he is thinking." clarifies Edward with equal courtesy.

Oh hurry the fuck up! Please don't let this be resolved by a chat. I'm ready to fight and I have to kill Edgar.

Luckily the leeches are thinking the same. One crouches and Edward reads her mind.

"Attack!" he bellows.

My reactions are quick, but Edgar is just as fast. We both leap and collide mid air. My god he's strong. The wind is knocked out of me as the force of the parasite bowls me over.

We land on the sand. He's on top of me, but I've already dug my teeth into his arm, the one that I ripped off just 12 hours ago and I pull. With a growl I tear it off and throw, hoping that I don't hit anyone on our side.

The sun shines brightly, blinding me for a second.

Edgar snarls and scrambles up. I leap on all fours and prepare to attack.

I jump and aim for the throat. If I can rip his head off I've won. He moves ever so slightly as he braces himself for the impact and my jaws miss his neck and fasten themselves to his shoulder. My teeth bite through the stone flesh as easily as biting into an apple.

A huge chunk of reeking parasite is in my mouth, but I have the advantage and I'm not going to lose it. I spit out the lump of stinking rock and go for the throat.

But Edgar is stronger than I take into account and he uses his remaining arm to force me off him. I go flying with a yelp. We both jump to our feet ready to attack each other again, but another fight comes between us- the tiny Alice and the glamorous Rosalie Cullen savagely, ferociously ripping into a dark haired female. I'm surprised at the brutality of Alice Cullen.

I've lost sight of Edgar. Where the hell has he gone?

There's a crack of thunder and a flash of lighting and fat, hard raindrops fall down over us.

I smell burning: an over sweet, sickly perfume- one vampire down. The question is, was it an enemy or an ally?

I jump back as Quil and Embry, snarling, prowl forward, pushing a leech back towards the fire.

It looks as though the leech is about to make a run for it. Quil leaps, the bloodsucker stumbles back. Quil's paws make contact with the parasite's chest and shove him into the fire. There's a metallic, unearthly shriek as the vampire burns.

However wolf howls are mingled in the air with the parasite's screams. Quil misjudged either the strength of his bound or the distance and his front paws have also plunged into the fire.

Embry flies through the air and pushes Quil out who is whimpering and limping in pain. I can hear his thoughts, feel his pain, but I don't wince. I am separate from them, detached.

I can see Edgar.

I charge through the battle, knocking vampires and wolves alike out of my way, praying that I didn't just doom any of my pack. My eyes are focussed entirely on Edgar. Then I see who he is fighting.

Seth.

Seth, my kid brother.

My heart contracts in fear and I speed up. I am consumed by a fiery fury. How the fuck dare anyone touch my brother? My speed gives me extra strength, pushing through the bodies, skidding on the wet sand, trying not to sink.

I pounce on Edgar's back and knock him violently off balance. Seth struggles to his feet as Edgar snarls and my hackles rise. We face each other and begin to circle each other simultaneously, looking into each others eyes.

His are a vivid boiling scarlet, filled with pure hatred. Mine are their usual deep brown, mirroring the same loathing.

Both of us want to be the first to attack. But neither of us is going to jump.

Seth is preparing to leap.

Back off Seth! I snarl in my mind this bastard is mine.

Seth whines, but senses the rage burning inside me and disappears back into the fray.

The rain turns to hail and bounces off Edgar's ice flesh.

Edgar crouches, springs. He's so fast he's just a white blur. I move in the nick of time and his teeth just graze my throat.

Moving with equal speed I turn my head and snap my jaws.

My teeth clamp down on his neck and with a final, victorious yank, I tear his head clean off.

For a split second I'm in shock. I did it. I've won.

I realise then that his remaining hand has attached itself to my paw and is crushing it. Oh my fucking god, I want to scream and cry and shout in agony. The pain is intense, like a mountain on my paw.

But I refuse to relinquish my power. Instead I toss his head to one side and rip his arm off. Torn from the body it's useless. My poor crushed paw is released. I lob the arm away and dive for the head. If he has no head he's blind and cannot hurt anyone ever again.

I pick the head up with my teeth, holding onto his hair and dash over to the fire, ignoring the thick snowflakes that are now falling heavily, obscuring my vision. I throw it on there and watch it burn for a second, watch the flames lick at his face, then consume it.

I run straight back to Edgar's body and rip him into various small chunks, then run back and forth to the fire, burning the bloodsucking son of a bitch.

I watch the last part of Edgar burn, glad to see him dissolve into nothingness.

A howl breaks through the rest of the din. A loud pain filled howl that goes straight through my heart. I whip round, trying to discover the source of the noise, trying to fool myself that I don't know where- who- it's coming from. I wince as I land on my broken, mangled front paw, but my heart is racing.

I know that howl.

Oh my god no!

I leap and soar over Jasper Cullen who is feverishly ripping into a red haired vampire. The torrential rain is back, my fur sopping wet. I skid slightly as I land with a sickening crunch on my left paw. A whimper of pain escapes my lips, but I plough on.

Jeffery, their smug, well-spoken "civilised" leader is in a crouch, snarling and spitting as three giant wolves back him up against a tree, one of them leaps- I don't know who- and Jeffery tries to feint.

Thunder growls and lightning forks over our heads.

The sun beams, blindingly light.

Harsh winds tear past us.

Gentle rain patters down, like tears.

I can see the wolves tearing, white lumps flying, but I don't care.

All I care about is the wolf that had howled in pain, the cries that have now been silenced.

The wolf that is lying in front of me, on his side, crumpled, broken beyond repair.

No, no, no, no, NO!

I open my mouth and howl in a loud, long scream of pain, release it with the other pack members who join me. Grief pulls me to the ground, next to the body that is phasing slowly from animal back to man. My howl fades itself out into a hoarse gasping, tears rolling down my cheeks and I lie on all fours next to the still body of Sam Uley.