In a flash, James had circled Faith, and had her pinned against a tree. He leered down at her, leaning in to breathe in her scent.
"Mmmm," he moaned appreciatively. "You smell better up close. No wonder Cullen's so infatuated."
"You're one of them." Faith didn't flinch, she stood stock still, waiting for the perfect time to strike, as Jasper had told her.
"I am," James replied, smiling in a predatory way. His red eyes focused on her. "The one that's going to kill you, in fact."
"Don't count on it."
James laughed, and brought his cool hand up to her cheek. "I'm almost sad to do it. You'd make a beautiful vampire."
"I've been told."
He dropped his hand lower, feeling her tense up as he touched her, sliding his fingers over her collar bones and down over her chest to her waist.
Faith felt the slight change in his touch and she quickly twisted to the side, narrowly missing the hit.
They exchanged blows, Faith using all of the skills and knowledge that training with Jasper had given her, and James being as predictable as she had been told the newborn would be.
Just as Faith was about to pluge her knife into his neck, James grabbed her around the neck forcefully, and crushed her windpipe. She choked for air, spots appearing in front of her eyes as she started to lose consciousness. James sliced her arm with his fingernail, from elbow to wrist, and brought it up to his face. He took another sniff, and then hungrily drank her blood.
He drained her dry and smirked, hearing the last thuds of her heart before she collapsed to the ground.