It's 2:00PM. I just finished my shift at Tiger Tiger. It's Saturday night, so the nightclub has been beyond packed. It was heaving. I'm so happy to finally be finished for the night, can't wait to be under the covers of my nice warm bed. I wished Edward would be there waiting for me, but he was away tonight. Hunting. I know he needs to hunt, but god I miss him so much when he goes.

It was freezing tonight, the night was pitch black. I hurried out the back door into the alley. I didn't use the main entrance much, it was hard to escape with tones of drunken clubbers trying to make their way inside. I didn't like the alley at all, it was dark, lonely, and closed in, so I hurried. There wasn't a soul in sight, but it wasn't silent, I could hear some drunken idiots singing in the distance. Well I thought to myself, at least someone is having a nice time.

I was freezing. Dressed in tiny red hot pants, and a white tank top, I cursed my boss for having such skimpy work uniform rules. To say I was freezing would be an understatement. I could barely walk in the ridiculous heels, but I was glad I was almost to my car. Yes, car. Edward had bought me a new car seen as my truck was on it's last legs. Now I've gotten a job working in a nightclub in Portland, I knew it would be kind of helpful to have a faster vehicle, otherwise it would take me forever to get home.

I swapped my heels for Uggs as soon as I got into the car. Immediately my feet began to warm up. I turned up the heat, hit the locks and the gas. The journey seemed to last forever, I was about ten minutes from Forks when I realised I was running out of gas. Damn! Good job I remembered to bring my bank card. It's something I always carry on me.

I paid the cash attendant, and hurried out to my car. It felt like I was in the Antarctic. Sooner I got home, the better. I heard a soft voice behind me. "Excuse miss, I'm wondering if you know anything about changing tires? My vans got a flat, I could use some help. Have you got time?".

I was a little taken aback, surely if he was at a gas station, the staff could call a professional. I didn't want to seem rude, so I agreed, changing a tire wouldn't take too long, Edward hard show me how it's done.

"Thanks, I really appreciate you doing this, my vans just around the back. Follow me". Poor guy looked shattered, maybe he had had a long night too. I followed him around the parking area, it was deserted except for his vehicle.

I wanted to get it over with, "Ok buddy, which tire is it?"

"The front one, right hand side, I'll just get my tools". I shuffled around the van to take a look, I heard the van doors open. It suddenly dawned on me that there was nothing wrong with his front tire.

"Hey yo-". I didn't get to finish my sentence before I felt a hand clamp over my mouth. He clutched me to him close. "Keep quite you bitch, or I'll kill you".

I could feel my eyes wide with panic, my heart begin to pound in my chest. I was struggling with all my strength, but I was no match for this overweight guy. He was clearly overweight, and stunk of beer and cigarettes. It was revolting. He dragged me to the back of his van and forced me inside. I was about to make a run for it when he punched me, full force on my cheek. I fell backwards from the impact. He took advantage of this by shoving me inside. He slammed the door shut, and stood over me, leering. I could barely see inside the van, but I could see enough. He was staring at me, an evil smile began to appear across his face. I knew this was only the beginning.