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A wise man fights to win, but he is twice a fool who has no plan for possible defeat.
Louis L'Amour

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This part happens after the last part...yeah...that's why it's...after. Sorry, maniacinthemaking, I'm not trying to...you know...make fun of you or anything. OH! I remember why I needed this! The fight that they're talking about happened during the second part of the last chapter, just incase that wasn't obvious.

Jared POV

"How was that for a vamp fight?" Paul seemed very wound up.

Neither myself nor Jacob were quite as excited. It had been a first for both of us, but I had all of my problems distracting me from enjoying it and Jacob, who had just left to the other room, had problems of his own.

"Hope you didn't get too scared," Paul taunted some more before diving face-first into a bowl (now filled with chips) that always seemed to have full on the living room table.

There was yelling coming from the kitchen.

"What do you mean?" shouted Sam.

"I'm just not doing it!" Jacob yelled back.

"It's your responsibility!"

"Don't give me that shit about responsibility, things are fine the way they are!"

"Hell no! I'm sick of this; sick of having to do this all the time!"

"Really? Well you haven't minded bossing me around for the past week!"

"You said that once you got the hang of things you'd take over. It's been a week, and tonight we fought off two vampires. You're taking over right now!" Sam roared.

"That's your argument? You promised?"

It astounded me that through this all, Embry and Paul had finished half the bowl of chips, and seemed completely unphased. I got up and walked towards the fighting.

Emily had her hands on Sam's chest trying to calm him down, but he was way passed the point where anything could do that. I ran over and pulled Emily out of the way, as if she were my own Kim, just before Sam exploded and burst outside, taking half the kitchen with him.

Emily looked disappointed, but not surprised. As soon as they had disappeared into the forest, she started cleaning up.

"You wanna let them fight it out, or should we go break it up?" Paul asked, probably hoping that our trying to break up the fight would simply place us in the middle of it, or something like that. Either way, Paul was always looking for some action, and his motives couldn't be pure.

"Sam'll most likely order him off before either of them get too mangled up," I answered before realizing that that hadn't really given him a definitive response, so I continued, "Do what you want, I'm going home."

I ran through the forest towards Kim's house. I decided to stay human. I didn't need Paul making fun of me or Sam ordering me not to go. I climbed a tree on the edge of her backyard, but far enough into the forest that she couldn't see me. I watched her watching TV.

I waited until she went upstairs and fell asleep, and then I went home.

That one was super short. Sorry guys. The chapter I'm working on now is like three times as long as any of the others. You won't see it for a while though, because it's Chapter 11. I stared this story with 9 written, and I'm only now starting on 12. I'm so screwed. This writers block/chronic laziness is awful. And there's only three way's I'll be able to write faster;
1) Send me a box of chocolate covered almonds.
2) Send me a hot guy...for inspiration. (Come to think of it, this may not help, as it would ultimately just distract me...do it anyways)
3) Review.

Expect the next installment on Sunday or Monday. I've switched from updating two-at-a-time-once-a-week to one-at-a-time-twice-a-week. Let me know which way you like it, cause it doesn't really matter to me.