I launched at a tall skinny ginger, snrling madly as I did so. She jumped back and hissed menacingly.

Ha, like you can scare ME, bloodsucker! I thought triumphantly as terror flashed ever-so-briefly across her icy features.

Stay on task Jacob. She'll get you if you're not watching her. Sam thought from across the field. He was right; of course she'd want a chunk out of me. I sprang again, and the vampire dodged out of the way – but not before, with a metallic tearing sound, I grabbed two of the fingers on her right hand and ripped them off. She looked at her mutillated hand in fury, and ducked from one of my next attacks. I followed after her, skidding back every now and then as she launched a few offensives of her own, but pressing forward. I was winning . . . good. She was probably just older than the others, which was why she was learning quicker. She'd been watching at first, not fighting.

Hey bro! Look! Quil thought from back on the field. He must be looking through my eyes. I looked around.

What? Oh ****! I cursed violently, slashing one of my huge red-brown paws at the evil little parasite. She'd lured me into the forest, far, far away from any help. I roared at her and jumped forward, but she jumped back and looked into my eyes.

"Wolf man . . . you can beat me in your other form you know," she purred. A voice in the back of my head disagreed, but I was busy. Something in her eyes screamed at me that she was right, and that I had to do as she said. It grabbed the very recesses of my mind and hooked them to hers, so I was stuck, mesmerised. Gritting my teeth, I phased back. I barely had time to calculate just how stupid I was before she was on top of me, bearing down . . .

"AAAAAARGH!!" I yelled. The last thing I can remember from before the blackness is the ginger new born winking evilly and speeding off through the underbrush.

I'm in such incredible pain that I can barely remember my name, but for the worried whispering of it in my ear. Bella's been sitting by my side for the past three hours, stroking my head with a wet flannel, even though Carlisle says being near me will only upset her. A part of me agrees. She doesn't deserve to get so upset. I'm probably going to die anyway, either by the bloodsuckers' giving in to my smell, or my own free will. I can't ask them to, however much I might be wishing I could have a big swig of Arsenic right now. But mainly, I just want Bella there, soothing me, calming me as the burning shoots through my already boiling body. What's happening to me?