:D Hope you like it! And may I just say, I so don't want to get on Angela's bad side. I'm thinking about writing a spin-off between Erik and Leah, since I find their chemisty awesome. Please read and review!

"We'll run a flanking mission around the town," Charlie said, pointing to Emmett and Rosalie who was braiding her hair for the upcoming battle. "You," he said, nodding in the direction of Erik, "You'll be with Clearwater, the girls, and Michael."

"I'm going with you," Angela replied, her voice soft. Jasper could sense the anger just barely simmering over the surface, the determination to fight strong within her.

"It's too dangerous-"

"My house is on the other side of town," came the quiet reply. "I want to give my parents a proper burial. Before anything happens."

Charlie Swan fell silent. There was truth in what she'd said; Jasper could sense it. As if looking for support Chief Swan glanced at the fighters of the group: each face was impassive, unyielding. Charlie nodded. "Fine. Everyone grab a weapon and…be careful out there."

The atmosphere in the store was heavy: Charlie holding Bella close, Mike and his father saying goodbye to his mother, as they would need someone behind in the store. The Cullens were by themselves in this- even more so then Clearwater or the telepath. Jasper could sense the attraction radiating off the two, though he was fairly sure Leah Clearwater would never admit she was attracted to Erik Hansen. It made Jasper smile. Though there was something bothering him…

"Clearwater," Jasper called out, interrupting the two in mid-argument over her lack of clothing. Apparently, she saw no reason in dressing when she was going to shift into a wolf anyway. Erik on the other hand, clearly didn't want to be caught staring over her athletic body.

"What?" Leah grumbled.

"I have a question," Jasper started and Erik nodded.

"Yeah," the telepath whispered, "Put on some clothes."

"Will you stop that!" she snapped at him. "I can be naked if I choose too!" she gestured at the jacket she was still wearing. "I don't see why you're so nervous around me. You act like you've never seen a naked female body before."

"You have no idea what it's like fighting with a boner do you?"

"What?" Her voice had actually risen a pitch and this time it was Leah's turn to blush.

Erik nodded. "Yup, that's why I would like if you wear clothes around me. Please?"

Jasper sighed. He wasn't going to get an answer out of her with them going at it now. He could ask her later. Charlie came into view a hunting rifle slung over his back and his service pistol in his holster. Angela beside him with a seven inch hunting knife, her knuckles white from gripping the weapon so hard, Jasper was almost afraid she was somehow break skin just from sliding her finger across the flat side of the blade. Jasper cleared his throat. "Bella," he called out. She turned around, her finished braid swinging with the movement.

"Yes?"

Jasper pulled her into a hug, inhaling her comforting scent. "If anything happens, scream for me. I'll be there. I promise."

Bella pulled away, giving him a faint smile. "Good luck."

Jasper nodded. Now, they were ready for battle.

Charlie's team was the first to leave the store and Jasper was honestly surprised that no one attacked them out right upon leaving. He had been expecting at least one surprise attack. But after rounding the third corner of a different street, they had yet to run into any Black Paradigm soldiers. Or any sign of life for that matter. Not even birds were chirping; the entire world had fallen silent and Jasper quite frankly found it the creepiest thing ever since the introduction of the Tellytubbies. Rosalie shook her head, easing beside Charlie. "Where do you think the townspeople are at?"

Her voice was loud in the silence surrounding them. "Shit," Emmett hissed, tensing. "I hate it when they do that."

Jasper froze, almost stepping backwards at the force of combined bloodlust. They were waiting. They were in the buildings. "Rosalie," Jasper snapped even as the first squad leaped out of the windows. Rosalie spun around just as Chief Charlie Swan whipped out his service Glock, coolly firing two headshots in two of the soldiers. Blood spurted upwards as their bodies rocked back from the force, crumpling towards the floor. The other five swung around them, meaning to cut Rosalie and Charlie off from the group. Emmett roared something unintelligible as he grabbed one soldier, flinging him against the building so hard Jasper heard the spine crack.

Jasper charged forward, spinning around to avoid being disemboweled by a claymore. His opponent was a young woman, her mouth smeared red with blood. So much of the delicious liquid in the air, the sight of it everywhere, made Jasper tremble with want. She laughed: the sound demonic and high as she swung the blade towards his neck, this time meaning to decapitate him. Jasper reacted on instinct; he ducked, feeling the wind as the blade skimmed over his head and leaped up, grabbing the young woman's arm in a tight vise. She hissed at him, opening her mouth to say something even as Jasper flung her to the ground.

The sound of her bones breaking only served to incense the two warriors further: she tried to swing the sword at him with her useless arm, rage pouring off her even as Jasper grabbed her by her hair, yanking her head back to expose the slender throat. He thrust his fangs in, breaking the skin and drinking the sweet nectar he had been so desperate to taste. Her blood was different from the last time Jasper had drunk from: this time it had a chalky under taste to it, no doubt because of the pills. Jasper could feel the woman struggle, legs trying to stand, her fear suddenly pabable as her heart beat wildly. From somewhere beyond him Jasper heard another shot.

Jasper growled, dropping the woman on the ground. Charlie Swan was aiming his gun at another soldier, this one sprinting towards them from down the street; the bullet struck center mass, causing the human to spin before tumbling to the ground. But what caught Jasper's attention the most was Angela.

She charged towards her opponent with pure rage rolling off every fiber of her body, tackling the young man by surprise. Now as Jasper watched her, he saw her rage come out: Angela Weber was stabbing the young man wildly, with a fury Jasper hadn't seen in a very long time. The Black Paradigm solider was trying to beg for mercy but every time he opened his mouth Angela simply thrust the blade into his body: penetrating it, twisting it so it destroyed tender muscles and delicate organs. Stabbing with such a fuel driven rage that she seemed to take notice of the blood that was now staining her clothing, her face, her glasses.

"Angela," Charlie hissed as she continued to stab him. She was making a sickly wet sound with each stab, her chest rising wildly.

"Angela," Charlie growled a bit louder than before.

Jasper saw a smile grace her face as she continued to stab. The man lying underneath had long ago stopped moving.

"Angela."

She paused, her smile instantly fading. Charlie was visibly pale. Jasper was sure if it were possible for vampires to become any whiter, they would have done so. He could sense her rage; it was akin to a newborn's. She gulped, looking at Charlie, confused. "What?"

"He's dead," Charlie whispered.

Emmett nodded. "Yeah…I'm pretty sure you got him."