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We need to keep moving.

It was a simple enough thought but part of Jasper didn't want to let her go. She truly did feel fragile in his arms; for once, Jasper realized just how delicate the human body could be. His predatory instincts made him realize that he could easily snap Bella in two if he had wanted too, if he was hungry enough. Thankfully though, Jasper had gone for that hunt. He cleared his throat and knocked on the back window of the truck. Leah had dropped down to the bed of the truck once she realized what Bella was about to do, and now Jasper caught her peeking into the cab. "I need you to go to La Push," Jasper said, "and tell your pack what's going on. Once the Black Paradigm gets rid of us, they'll be coming for you next."

He could feel her shock mingling in with horror even through the metal and glass that separated them but Leah Clearwater showed no outward sign of what she was feeling. Bella pulled herself out of his arms, sniffling. "We have to go to the high school," she whispered, wiping furiously at her eyes.

"Oh fuck the high school," Leah breathed and this time the realization hit all three of them hard. To be honest, Jasper had completely forgotten about the high school: his family was there and their collective scent would bring the other squad members running. She leaned in close, her forehead just barely touching the cloudy window. "Swan you drive for that high school like your fucking life depends on it."

"No," Jasper snapped and the two women turned their heads to look at him. "If you haven't noticed wolf," he said in a voice that was as steady as he felt, "We do not exactly make the most reassuring rescue team. A temperamental werewolf, a lame vampire, and a human."

Jasper caught a glimpse behind Bella's eyes and for a moment thought he felt a flicker of resolve, of defiance. "We will rescue our friends," she said as she turned to face the road. She stomped on the pedal, her truck roaring forward. Leah let out a squawk at the sudden move and Jasper had to brace himself before he was rammed into her already dented dashboard. "I won't allow anything else."

Jasper found himself smiling at the subtle change in her: in this one moment she had shown a glimpse of her backbone and Jasper had to admit…he liked it. Still…one had to take in to account their strengths. Leah was (at the moment) the strongest out of the three of them so she would do well for defense. Bella would be safer in the car and the machine was a formidable weapon against the soldiers indeed. Jasper had lost most of his mobility but he could still land a few good hits: he would be the defensive portion. He glanced over at the gas gauge: the rickety bucket was doing sixty and shaking.

Bella took a curve and the tires went squealing on the pavement. "Jesus woman! Slow down on the turns!" Leah's voice snapped as Jasper heard her struggle to find purchase from the bed.

Jasper could see the school up ahead: there was more than one squad of Black Paradigm soldiers surrounding the school. If he had to guess, he would say at least twenty on the outside with at least ten others heading inside the school, all their weapons bared. At the sound of squealing rubber the twenty guards perked up and Jasper saw each hand reach into their pouches, pulling out their own respective oval shaped pills. Bella's truck bounced over the esplanade as it headed for the closest solider standing on the grass, close to the front door. Jasper could smell the horrid stench of the pills and froze as the strongest wave of bloodlust, the purest intent to kill he had ever felt, struck him hard in the chest.

All the soldiers outside the building gave Jasper Hale a collective grin.

The truck hit its next victim; plowing under the drugged human. "Leah now!" Jasper managed to gasp out and he could hear the roar as she changed, leaping out of the truck. He caught a glimpse of bursting gray before she went sprinting to the side, hackles raised, and the sunlight glinting of the gray fur to reveal a silver tinge to it.

Bella's eyes flickered to his own. "Are you ok?"

Jasper nodded. "Emotions," he replied as calmly as he could, forcing the intent to kill away from himself, doing his best to build up shields. Bella swerved the truck back towards the building, parking it in front of the double doors.

"I'll be right back," she breathed as she opened the door. Jasper started to slide over into the driver's seat and paused, taking Bella by her hand.

"Be careful," Jasper whispered as he let her go.

"Of course," Bella replied, eyes wide, biting her lip. He slammed the door and forced the truck into drive, using his left foot for the gas and brake. It was an awkward position for someone who was right hand and right foot dominant, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. He aimed the truck for Bella's second victim: a young man who had started to come at them with a significant limp. With the strongest shields Jasper could muster, he ran over the human a second time and then placed the truck in reverse, listening to the satisfying crunch of broken bones.

"Shit," Jasper hissed under his breath as he rotated the wheel all the way to the right. Leah was trying to fight off three of the maniacal bastards and while her speed was helping her from being caught, there were more than three opponents flinging daggers at her. Jasper could see the spurts of blood fly up as weapons found their mark and the gray she wolf snarled in response, whipping around to chomp on arms and legs: no lethal blows, Jasper thought grimly as he gunned for her closest attack.

Leah's ears swiveled in his direction and she danced to the side as Jasper came racing past, slamming into a woman with a large spear. The spear went hurtling up as her body slammed into the windshield before bouncing off, this time spraying glass everywhere inside the car. Jasper grateful Bella wasn't in the car- there was no way he could protect her from the shards of glass that had rained down, quite a few no doubt that would have been embedded in her face. He ducked at a flying axe , feeling the burn as the blade skimmed against his left shoulder before it thunked solidly behind him.

Jasper snarled and rose up to peer over the dash. The owner of the axe was running towards him: her face split wide, one arm missing, and no doubt from Leah's rampage. He could see Leah not far behind her, trying valiantly to fight off the group of Black Paradigm soldiers. He slammed his good foot on the gas pedal, plowing into the human who had dared to try to kill him before he jerked the car into park and rolled out.

At his scent hitting open air, two soldiers came running, daggers unsheathed. Jasper reached the axe and pulled it out easily enough. It was not a weapon he was familiar with- but it would do. He hobbled towards the two soldiers, holding the axe at the ready. "Jasper no!" a femine voice screamed- Alice his mind connected- and then he saw her blur plow into the closer opponent. She jammed her fist into his throat, crushing it after three hits. The other Paradigm agent snarled and advanced; Jasper threw his axe in an attempt to protect her but the weapon only winged the human. Dark crimson blood shot upwards into the air and Jasper gagged. God how he wanted to drink now, to drain them all.

Alice scrambled to her feet, blood splashed over her face, droplets dangling in her hair. She ran towards him, anxiety, fear, horror, wafting off her. "Jazz," she whispered as she threw her arms around him. "Are you alright? What happened to your leg!"

Jasper managed to nod. "Yeah," he croaked out, unable to take his eyes off all the blood. He could already feel himself salviatating.

"Why did you go to her?" Alice whispered, holding him tighter. "Why?"

Jasper froze, his bloodlust momentarily forgotten. The memory of her complaining about how she couldn't see anything…that couldn't have been a lie could it? He pulled Alice away, looking down at her, something making his throat tight, curling in his chest. "Did you lie to me?"

Alice gave him a strained smile. "Only…partially. I saw the injury and the choice you would make which would lead to it. But there was also the choice to come back to the school. If you had…we might have been able to avoid the massacre going on right now."

The screams were filling the air, reminding the Civil War veteran all too well of the past. This was no longer a battle. This was war.