Wow, am I actually putting this up? This is a fan fiction I wrote about Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Series because I felt like Jacob didn't get a fair chance, so he's getting one now. Besides that, I had a crush on an American Indian once, and his face kept popping up… reason for me writing this fan fic! (This guy's name replaces Jacob's, but I still call him Jacob in my head)

Disclaimer- I do NOT own any of the characters except for the ones I made up (which include Jess, Liz, Katie, and most of all CARWYN (who is me! sigh…)

CH. 1

Carwyn was crouched into a ball on the corner of the street, out of breath and panting. Her mind was racing, thinking of her family, trying to see if there was anyone around who would hear her scream, and recalling as much self-defense as she could. Her hand lay on the cold metal lamp post as the other clutched at her chest. The harsh yellow light lit up only the space around her, producing a callous, unwanted spotlight on her position.

"Over here! She's over here!" a big burly man, who seemed like the group's monkey man, called and waved to six other compatriots who abruptly appeared around the corner.

Carwyn turned, terror written on her face. She stood, her whole body trembling from exhaustion and fear. It seemed as if the seven men were playing with her, like cat and mouse, but that the men were cheetahs to her fat, lumbering beast. The light threw itself from their skin as they circled around her. Carwyn was sure it was only her imagination, but it looked as if all fourteen eyes were blood red.

One of them, seeming to be the leader, smiled coldly, terrible and ominous. His white teeth gave him a presence of malevolence, but his magnificence only seemed to increase as Carwyn lost herself in his beauty. She forgot her fear, her exhaustion, the fact that she was about to be gang raped by a bunch of men. A light, twinkling, but sardonic laugh fell from his lips, and suddenly his hand was on her back. It felt like she'd just been dunked into an ice bath as he brought her closer to him. Her head swam in the confusion he created for her, and fear bubbled up in her throat like bile, but quickly died down when the man smiled wider.

He brought his hand up to her face and he cupped her cheek, leaving a trail of cold as his fingers traced her face. He pressed her body up against his, forcing a gasp from her white lips. Her mind lost itself in its confusing thoughts. Hadn't there been something dangerous about this gorgeous man? She didn't care anymore. She forgot even who she was in his cold embrace.

Suddenly she was sprawled across the cement, a furious bruise starting to bloom up her arm. A fast paced battle was now going on above her. An eighth man had joined the group, a towering bronze colored beauty who looked like a delicious dark chocolate chip compared with the white ones he fought with. His long dark hair snapped this way and that, striving to be free of the ponytail that held it. His hands slashed, so fast they were almost invisible, cutting the pale men but never seeming to be able to catch them. His fingers appeared to have claws extended from them, but it could have just been and illusion due to the swiftness of his motions. Carwyn was stunned as the pale men withdrew, disappearing so fast it was almost as if they wrapped the night around themselves.

The bronze beauty circled leisurely to face her, as if he'd just stood up from reading a book or watching TV rather than fighting off a bunch of men. Carwyn studied his profile. He was an American Indian, high cheek bones, dark, searching eyes, chiseled mouth, and the long dark hair associated with their culture. He reached out his hand to her, and she slowly took it. She was on her feet before her mind could even register the movement. Carwyn swayed and tripped over her own feet, but his hand was out to catch her. His hand burned against her, so much in contrast with the man who had held her just seconds ago, and she jerked her hand away.

A sad smile crossed his face and he sighed, "Are you alright?" His deep voice brought back the fear the gorgeous man had suppressed in her. She didn't feel his arms catch her as she fell.

Ok, there it was, the first chappy! I'm happy with it, but it's one of the more serious parts of my story, so don't think it all will be like this! Sigh over Jacob…

Um, I mean… oh, you'll know his name soon, I don't need to give it up right now!