A/N: Another addition. TWO DAYS, GUYS! SO excited! When are you going? Midnight premiere, anyone? … I'm not =[ Anyway, enjoy this little tidbit of my take on this part.

I read "The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner" and I REALLY liked it.

Here is Riley's take on the battle.

Brief summary: Basically, Riley has brought Bella's missing blouse back to the newborn army—who Victoria's put him in charge of—, let's them catch her scent, and trains them very haphazardly for battle, with the promise of whoever gets to Bella first wins the prize of her blood.

Then they head for the meadow where the battle takes place.


P.S. Sorry in advance for any mistakes. I didn't have the time to go through and edit this.

Riley sped up to the main group and grabbed Sara's shoulder. She snapped at him as he hurled her to the left. "Go around!" he shouted. He caught the blond kid whose name I'd never figured out and shoved him into Sara, who clearly wasn't happy with that. Kristie came out of the hunting focus long enough to realize she was supposed to be moving strategically. She gave one fierce gaze after Raoul and then started screeching at her team.

"This way! Faster! We'll beat them around and get to her first! C'mon!"

"I'm spear point with Raoul!" Riley shouted at her, turning away.

I hesitated, still running forward. I didn't want to be part of any "spear point," but Kristie's team was already turning on each other. Sara had the blond kid in a headlock. The sound of his head tearing off made my decision for me. I sprinted after Riley, wondering if Sara would pause to burn the boy who liked to play Spider-Man.

I caught up enough to see Riley ahead and followed at a distance until he got to Raoul's team. The scent made it hard to keep my mind on the things that mattered.

"Raoul!" Riley yelled.

Raoul grunted, not turning. He was totally absorbed by the sweet scent.

"I've got to help Kristie! I'll meet you there! Keep your focus!"

I jerked to a stop, frozen with uncertainty.

Raoul kept on, not showing any response to Riley's words. Riley slowed to a jog, then a walk. I should have moved, but he probably would have heard me try to hide. He turned, a smile on his face, and saw me.

"Bree. I thought you were with Kristie."

I didn't respond.

"I heard someone get hurt—Kristie needs me more than Raoul," he explained quickly.

"Are you… leaving us?"

The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner, pg 140-141

Caught. I was caught. And I'd thought my plan had been so fool proof. Bree was really so much smarter and perceptible than anyone caught onto.

I felt my face change into something vulnerable. My emotions were showing, and I had no doubt she could see the anxiety in my eyes, all over my face.

"I'm worried, Bree," I decided to explain truthfully, "I told you that she was going to meet us, to help us, but I haven't crossed her trail. Something's wrong. I need to find her." I could taste the fear on my tongue. Victoria had promised me that she would meet up with us on the border of Forks, but I had caught not a whiff of her scent in the air, even though it would have been upwind, and easily accessible.

"But there's no way you can find her before Raoul gets to the yellow-eyes," Bree said, so obviously, so obliviously.

"I have to find out what's going on. I need her," I was pleading, "I wasn't supposed to do this alone!"

"But the others—"

"Bree," I interrupted, my tone thickening, harsh, "I have to go find her! Now! There are enough of you to overwhelm the yellow-eyes," I lied so easily. The words slipped off my tongue like the memorized lines of an actor, "I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

I saw her hesitance in the way she glanced back the way we'd come. Maybe she was searching for Diego… well, she'd never find him now.

"Diego's down there, Bree," I lied again, injected more urgency into my tone, hoping the notion of him would be enough to draw her toward her everlasting death, "He'll be part of the first attack. Didn't you catch his scent back there? Did you not get close enough?"

Slowly, she shook her head, turning her gaze back to my face. "Diego was there?"

"He's with Raoul by now," I prompted, nodding without delay, "If you hurry, you can help him get out alive." Another huge lie.

She didn't say anything for a long moment, nor did she look away from my face. But when she did, it was toward the south, toward where Raoul had gone.

"Good girl," I said, using the voice I'd used with her while she was still human, "I'll go find her and we'll be back to help clean up. You guys have got this! It might be over by the time you get there!" Doubtful.

Then, without waiting for her to say another word, I took off, with no sense of where I was going. I had no scent to follow, I had no idea, because Victoria'd said that I would meet up with her miles back. But she hadn't. Had someone side-swept her off her path? Was she already…?

No, I chided myself, I won't think like that.

But it was a very real possibility. Why, otherwise, would she not have come for me?

I was running along the parameter of the forest when I finally caught her scent after too long an absence.

She fell into pace beside me silently, her bright hair billowing in the breeze, away from her shoulders.

I was slowing to stop, but she grabbed my wrist to keep me going.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask—like why we were headed away from the meadow when we were supposed to stay back, to watch the cacophony.

"Where were you?" I murmured, chancing a glance at her face.

She didn't look at me, just focused ahead as she dodged around an aspen tree, "I couldn't find you," she replied in her high, soprano voice, "I couldn't catch your scent. Didn't I tell you to meet me on the north side of the clearing, Riley?" Her tone was chiding, and slightly angry, as if she were disciplining a child, and I immediately felt ashamed for no apparent reason.

"You said to meet on the south side!" I replied with an anger of my own.

"There are more important things happening right now, Riley," Victoria snapped then, picking up her pace.

I sighed, thoroughly confused, and picked up my own rate, falling back into step beside her anyway.

Seconds later, Victoria turned abruptly, ducking through the fringe of some trees. And that was when I smelled her—the sweet, almost sugary taste coalescing on my tongue, coating the back of my throat, triggering the flow of venom.

"Don't say anything, and follow my lead," she murmured so lowly and breathily that I was sure I was the only one who heard it—even if we were in the presence of others of our kind.

"Who?" I heard a female voice—the human with the sweetest blood I'd ever smelt—whisper urgently as Victoria and I prowled closer, at a human's leisurely pace.

"Victoria," the male snapped with so much aggression in his voice that I felt my fingers involuntarily curl in anger. He had no right to be so bitter toward Victoria. I had the sudden, empowering urge to tear his ignorant little head off. He murmured something more, but I was so overwhelmed by my anger toward him, that I couldn't really focus on the words.

Then Victoria stepped through the last fronds of vegetation, into a tiny, charming clearing, and I followed after her obediently, clueless.

In the far corner, a canvas tent was standing, and a red parka hung on the post outside. But I couldn't really focus on that, because what I'd been searching for all along, the only thing that was really important to me now, was just barely a yard away.

Behind a bronze-haired male in a very defensive position with his teeth bared, she stood with her back pressed to the sheer rocky face of a cliff, her brown eyes wide and fixed past me, over my shoulder, on Victoria.

I hadn't even realized I'd stepped in front of Victoria.

I watched the ivory column of her throat convulse as she swallowed, and if I looked closely enough, I could focus on the so appealing pulse hammering against the thin strain of skin there, so easy to rip through, to get to the syrup-like—someone snarled.

I ignored the angry sound, focusing on the speeding pace of the human girls' heart, forcing the hot blood faster through her veins. I inhaled the scent deeply, the desire coursing through my dead limbs, invigorating me almost back to life.

But because I was still so hopelessly devoted to the beautiful redhead inching to gradually match her stance at my side, I glanced at her, waiting for a command of any kind—to get me closer to the rich blood that I so desperately needed. My mouth and throat burned with the raw, parched require to be closer to the thick, wet, pulsing, red liquid.

In response to my silent inquiry, Victoria jerked her chin toward the male vampire.

I took barely half a step forward before the male vampire a yard away from me spoke.

"Riley," he murmured, pleaded. This shocked me into stillness—the sound of my name uttered from someone's lips I didn't even know. My gaze flickered to his face, and I felt my eyes widen in shock.

"She's lying to you, Riley," he continued, convincing, "Listen to me. She's lying to you just like she lied to the others who are dying now in the clearing. You know that she's lied to them, that she had you lie to them, that neither of you were ever going to help them. Is it so hard to believe that she's lied to you, too?"

This was all news to me, and I shot a shocked, almost hurt expression at Victoria, but she wasn't looking at me—her gaze was fixated ahead, her eyes glinting with animalistic focus.

Helplessly, I returned my wide, hurt gaze to the male in front of me.

Why would Victoria feel the need to betray me? We shared everything, she told me she loved me, and she told me that once this was all over, we'd go places together. None of this could possibly be a lie—that I could be just another one of her pawns in her little game, no longer a knight alongside the queen.

Movement from the male vampire snapped me back into reality, and I automatically, instinctively shifted to match my position to his, sidling in front of Victoria who was edging up behind me now.

"She doesn't love you, Riley," he continued, nearly contradicting my thoughts. Could this be the mind reader Victoria had told me about? "She never has. She loved someone named James, and you're no more than a tool to her."

I'd been used to distract the newborns and keep them in their place, keep them away from Victoria so that the yellow-eyes wouldn't connect her to them?

She didn't want me, she never did? No, that was utterly impossible.

A hiss from Victoria called my attention to her face, but when the male asked my name again, my attention was immediately riveted back on him.

"She knows that I will kill you, Riley," he was saying, his tone almost hypnotic, "She wants you to die, so that she doesn't have to keep up the pretence anymore." Shards of cruel proof pierced my dead heart. The bare unwillingness to have any type of physical contact with me throughout the course of our short-lived relationship, the way she never caught my eye when making guarantee for the future. "Yes—you've seen that, haven't you? You've read the reluctance in her eyes, suspected a false note in her promises. You were right. She's never wanted you. Every kiss, every touch was a lie."

He moved again.

But maybe she was just stressed over this whole battle thing. I would be, if I had recruited an army I'd never even met.

Trance-like, I adjusted my position so that I was between Victoria and him again.

"You don't have to die," he assured me, his yellow gaze searing into my face. The truth in his eyes was so compelling, so easily believable. Still, I resisted. "There are other ways to live than the way she's shown you. It's not all lies and blood, Riley. You can walk away right now. You don't have to die for her lies."

I almost turned and left, I almost did walk away, but I found I couldn't. I was too closely linked now, there was no turning back.

He progressed his position again, and I matched it.

"Last chance, Riley," the male whispered vehemently.

Urgently, I turned my face to glance at Victoria, for answers I needed to hear, the contradictions to what I really didn't want to believe.

"He's the liar, Riley," she insisted, enthusiastically and sincerely, "I told you about their mind tricks. You know I love only you."

In confirmation, I squared my shoulders, worked my jaw and prepared to pounce.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Victoria begin to bounce impatiently, for me to move.

There was a mammoth roar, emitting from not my lips, Victoria's, or the male vampire's, and then I was tackled from the side, thrown to the ground.

I heard the gravel crunch beneath me as sharp teeth ripped into me. How was this possible? A wolf was on top of me, tearing me apart, but it was impossible. Wolves can't kill vampires.

"No!" I heard a woman faintly cry—probably Victoria.

But, ignoring the facts, I struggled back to my feet, feeling how misshapen I now was, the absence of a hand, a chunk from my face.

I delivered a solid kick to the mammal's shoulder, hearing the satisfying crunch the bone made beneath my foot.

The wolf thing backed off, circling itself, licking at its wound, but I held my defensive ground, waiting for it to strike again, so that I could finish it off.

Victoria was moving, and I glanced toward her.

But that was all it took—one second of distraction. The wolf thing lunged at me, tearing something more from my already falling apart body.

I roared in both fury and discomfort, lurching toward the thing, powered now by pure, unadulterated fury.

But the stupid ball of fur skipped just out of my reach, and what was left of my hand swiped through open air.

"Don't go, Victoria," the male begged in the same hypnotic tone he'd used with me.

I no longer paid any attention to what was going on half a yard away from me, I needed to focus on this thing in front of me.

With another strangled cry of fury, I dove at the wolf, my fist catching its flank. A low, rewarding yelp escaped the wolf thing's throat. The thing hobbled away, trembling slightly beneath my immense, stony strength.

Baring my teeth and hissing loudly and fiercly, I forced the thing back to the cliff face, ten feet from where the girl stood.

Inside, I was warring. One part of me wanted, needed to ignore this stupid wolf thing and lunge for that beautiful throat, the promise of fulfillment; but the other part of me knew that if I diverted my attention even for half a second, I would be toast.

The thing snapped at me, forcing me back the way we'd come. It wasn't limping anymore, it was quick on its feet again, and a wary, frightened growl rumbled in my chest.

What the hell was this? This thing was like the terminator.

Flouncing about, I tried to ignore the conversation going on behind me, but when, with an anguished screech, the battle turned into something vicious and whirlwind-like.

Suddenly concerned for Victoria, my gaze drifted to where the two vampires were engaged in a deathly dance.

The thing took the opportunity to strike, in the process tearing off another chunk of me—what, I didn't know. The life, the encouragement, the drive was whistling out of me like a punctured balloon.

Deftly, I lunged again, bellowing maddeningly, conveying a backhanded blow to the thing's hot, thudding chest. It flew through the air, crashing into the cliff face above the human girl, falling, squirming, on the ground in front of her. A storm of stones and rock rained down around it as struggled to rise to its feet. A slow, tormented whimper hissed through its teeth.

I took this window as a break to claim my prize. Flicking toward the heap of hurt on the ground, I prepared to rip out its throat—and then, then, I would be able to finally get to the thick, sweet blood that I always knew was mine to take—I deserved it.

The human girl drew in a shuddering breath then, and my eyes went to her face, watching as she dragged a stone up her forearm, revealing the fair skin on the soft side of her wrist, the long, blue vein worming up, toward her heart.

Raggedly, she breathed, gaze fixed on Victoria's. Her heart pounded erratically.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Victoria crouched on the earth, ready to spring toward the human, the space between them gaping and empty.

And, suddenly, just as I was about to claim the human as my own, skip the few feet to her and tear her throat out, something gripped me.

Hands, but by no means gentle.

The screech of my pain collided with the singular frequency of granite ripping. The male vampire hurled my arm toward Victoria, and I stumbled away, bewildered by the pain.

I'd caused this for so many others, but I had never experienced it. Instead of the fire burning through me, it was escaping. Such a revert pain to what I'd thought had been the worst in my life… it didn't even match up.

The thing got back to its feet, and I lurched away, whimpering in pain. I was done. This was it. I didn't want to do this anymore. I surrendered, but I couldn't make my dead tonsils work to utter the words.

I licked at the largest of my wounds, coating it in venom, searching frantically for my missing arm. It was so faraway, though, squirming to find purchase near the human girl's horrified feet.

The wolf thing rushed me, its teeth sinking into my other shoulder, removing it from my body with another metallic scream, tossing it carelessly to the side.

"Victoria!" I cried frantically, resentfully, as the wolf lunged at me one last time.

She didn't even look my way.