Cold Front | Paul Lahote

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The sky was grey and heavy with the sign of incoming rain, it was easy to imagine that they were snow clouds. Her mind visualized small, blurry snow descending like a blizzard over them.

It was a usual thing for Forks to get horrible weather, but today was one of those days where she wanted it to be clear just for her, so that it was her doing that caused chaos in a snowstorm.

Trailing at a distance after the small army of newborns, Erica choked down a cackle at the knowledge that they were all, or at most, were going to die at the hands of the 'enemy'. Limbs would be torn by experienced hands, skin crushed by pointed teeth. Heads would role, the aggravating creatures would be gone forever from bothering her.

Darting over tree branches, Erica acme across the sound of fighting, only increasing in volume the closer she got. The sounds of familiar snarls and growls sending a shiver down her spine, tauntingly as she came closer to fighting proximity.

It was enticing, the tingles that just hearing the fight gave her made her want to grab Paul by the scruff and drag off to a clearing close enough that they could be heard even over the sound of fighting.

Slinking into the wide, circular space chosen by the Cullen's, she glanced around for a moment in calculation before she shoved a hand in the air. Snow swirled upward in a spiral, covering the hole of the clearing and with a burst of blue, it rippled once over with a shock.

Hail and ice whipped around them, turning, and swirling dangerously. It was cold against hose that should not have felt it, freezing against those that easily could.

Erica felt nothing, the icy touch so similar to that of her own that it did nothing to stop her advancement. It was like thousands of eyes, a perspective from all over that she could feel. Finding her target had never been so easy.

He was cocky, flitting all over to reach from one place to another, stopping every newborn in their track. He took it in his stride, every bite he received from the newborns before he ended their life in an instance.

If she allowed it, Erica could acknowledge that it was forgiving in the way that he was so strong – that her brother did not die at the hands of a weak man that was simply lucky in the moment. Jasper was skilled, was clever and unforgiving, a man that James would have allowed himself to die by.

Even still, the irony was not lost to her, how he was the mate to that tiny lite human that they had tried to covet years ago, before she was turned, and he had lost the chance. Alice, the little one that Erica had promised to kill first.

It was funny, the way that the world worked like it was taunting her – irritating the wound that became her soul at the lack of James and everything she lived for.

Stepping up to them, she stood proud as her powers caressed against her bare skin, flicking around her threateningly.

They both paused, abandoning their opponents to face her completely. It was automatic, the way that they moved together. He put Alice behind him in a swift motion, placing himself as the prime target.

Drawing conclusions faster than ever before, Erica began to construct as many possible courses of actions as she could. Fighting a girl that could see the future was hard, but she knew it depended on a set decision.

If she had plans, dozens of them, then it would be much harder for the girl to predict any of her moves. With Jasper, she had no doubt that he planned as well, though Erica was one hundred percent certain that he was no where near as close to being as good as she was with strategies.

"It is long time no see, is it not Alice?" Erica titled her head, a small curl to the lips. "It is a pity that we are meeting like this, truly."

"Why are you doing this?" the other girl questioned, trying to push past her mate pointlessly.