AN: I had an extreme urge to write this scene down. Then suddenly I had the idea of making it into an actually story instead of an one-shot. Maybe you'll like it, maybe you won't. I really hope you do.
This chapter is rated M for horny language, pervy thoughts, and an adult situation. But I SWEAR I'M NOT WRITING PORN.
Please be aware that not every chapter will be M rated. There will be K and T as well so don't let this one chapter turn you down.
Ch. 1: Save the Cheerleader
I ran across the tops of buildings, every now and then leaping over streets; I was indestructible in my glory.
The aromatic scent of blood tightened my throat and drew a fierce hunger into my being. Venom surged into my mouth to coat my sharp teeth. I was dangerously thirsty but I didn't care for the dimwitted animals trooping up and down the streets beneath me. I sought the ones that deserved to feel the burning of my venom, hear the tearing of their own flesh and bone— those murderers, rapists, those with cruel hearts.
I sent them to hell.
Oh, there were corrupted hookers and devious thieves on every corner but they really didn't do any harm. I couldn't blame them for trying to survive in the poor life they've been forced into.
Woah. Is she seriously in high school? I mean, look at the size of her tits! That was quick, I've only been hunting for an hour.
The image of a brunette in a cheerleader outfit ran through my head. She was maybe a block down from the man I was listening to. She was heading down a murky, deserted street faintly lit with small patches of flickering, yellow street lamp. There was graffiti all along the walls and all kinds of refuse littered the ground. Stupid, stupid, bold cheerleader. It was like a set straight out of a horror movie. I love cheerleaders. I'm gonna fuck her up all the way. I wonder if she's ever...I winced at the very explicit image...probably not, she's pretty young. This came from another man. This was usually the kind of stuff Rosalie faced everyday.
Oh man, I hope I get to her first. Three! His gaze traveled inappropriately low, settling on the band of smooth skin exposed between her skirt and sweater. Her flouncy skirt fluttered in the slight breeze. What a fine ass... I quivered with rage.
Then I was hit by someone with an extremely vivid imagination. I had to shut out of his thoughts in order to preserve some type of modesty for the girl. Ugh. Four men; it wouldn't be pretty.
I imagined the warm, crimson blood pulsing beneath my lips. The intoxicating, liquid power filling my veins. The thought of the young, innocent girl being ravaged by these monsters was unthinkable...I ran even faster toward the perverted group. I was practically flying, my feet barely touching the rooftops, the cold air combing through my hair. A passing flash of bronze hair and glowing skin. All the noise of the usual Friday night in Port Angeles was drowned out in the roar of the wind. When I was close enough to hear them without tapping into their minds, I slowed down to a stealthy crawl and peeked over the edge of a convenient ten-story building.
Even from this distance, I could see that the cheerleader was beautiful. Her glossy brown hair bounced when she moved and she had very pale skin that glowed in the moonlight. She was slender but had curves at all the right places. Although she was picking her way through a dingy, dark alley, she did so with a jaunty, confident step. She reminded me of a model.
She was a naiive girl with soaring hopes and dreams, certainly popular at school, with doting parents waiting at home. A four-man rape tonight would break her. Although her body might survive, she would be a cold shell without her irreplaceable soul.
The foursome rounded the corner. They were big, filthy men, with ragged stubble, vulgar tattoos, and multiple piercings everywhere. Probably members of a street gang. The girl looked over her shoulder and to my bewilderment, sighed in an exasperated way, like...they were just a little nuisance. She took longer, quicker strides away but didn't seem frightened at all. Confused, I focused on her mind, and there was nothing. Empty, blank, nada, nothing. Though I knew she was clearly there, I couldn't hear her thoughts. There must be something wrong. The cheerleader looked up curiously as if she knew I was there, watching. Impossible. I knew that even a human with 20/20 vision wouldn't be able to see me at the top of a ten-story building.
Wow...she's gorgeous! I just want to get into that skirt NOW.
I'm excited. My cock is so fuckin' hard.
She's even sexier up close.
" You ain't in a hurry are you?" The men had caught up to the girl and were observing her eagerly. She looked away from me reluctantly and ignored them, walking away calmly.
" Hey, HEY! I'm talking to you, girl!" growled the biggest, grimiest, coarsest man angrily. He was clearly in charge and didn't like being ignored. They surrounded the cheerleader.
She pivoted slowly on the spot to face the leader. Even from her small height, (a head shorter) she somehow managed to look down at him. " Get out of my way." she ordered coolly.
They laughed boisterously. The little bitch thinks she can order us around? She's looks so hot when she's angry. The leader was pulling her body up against him. It was like watching the devil violating an angel. He shoved his tongue down her throat as if he was trying to suffocate her while his big, rough hands worked furiously, tearing her skirt off and jamming himself into her violently. She was crying, futilely trying to push him away, her slender arms no match for his bulging biceps. Her lovely face was contorted, letting out horrible cries of pain...
Thank god that was only his sick fantasy. It was time for me to step in- I myself was surprised why I hadn't sooner.
I had intended to simply jump off the building. After all, I couldn't get hurt- but when I tried to disengage myself from my uncomfortable position stomach down on the top of the building...I couldn't move! I desperately tried to kick out, twist my neck, I couldn't even move my eyes- they were all fruitless attempts. My stone muscles refused to respond. How could this happen? I gritted my teeth- figuratively, I couldn't move- as I was forced to watch the men close in on the mysterious cheerleader.
AN: I know some of you are already shaking your heads thinking that I'm totally trashing the wonderful Mrs. Stephenie Meyer's work but you'll understand what's going on in the next chapter. I promise it'll make more sense.