Summary: What would have happened if Edward had lost control when those men were following Bella in Port Angeles?
Well, let's find out, shall we? This is my first FanFic. Comments and criticism are welcome. REVIEW!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful world that is Twilight, unfortunately for me.
Anger in Port Angeles
3rd person POV
'Bella is going to Port Angeles. Knowing her, she will some how stumble into trouble. I should follow her there. Just to make sure she doesn't end up hurting herself.' thought Edward one day.
As he drove the long distance to his destination in about 30 minutes, though the average time for average people took an hour and a half, he pondered why he felt so connected to Bella.
'What is my draw to this girl? Why can't I seem to leave her alone? Every time I see her, I smile inwardly. Every time that vile Newton, or every other boy in school, thinks about her, I want to personally rip them to shreds.'
'What is this feeling? I've never felt this way before. It's so strong! Could it possibly be this feeling I've read about in so many books and seen in countless movies? Is it…'
He cut his thoughts off. He did not want to think that that could possibly be the reason he always wanted to be near Bella. At this particular moment in time, he needed to focus.
He pulled into the mall's parking lot, assuming that's where they would be, and was meddling about in the heads of the many shoppers that were scuttling about, until he reached a familiar one.
'Ooh! That guy is so hot! So not my type, though. If Bella were here, instead of that dusty little bookstore, I could set her up with him.'
Jessica's mind, though helpful at the time, was one of the most annoying to Edward.
"So, Bella isn't there. No matter. I will find her." mumbled Edward to himself.
He drove off in the direction of the bookstore, which he had seen in Jessica's mind, to look for his Bella. Although he did not like to admit it, he oftentimes found himself calling her his Bella.
When he reached the bookstore he could not see her. He looked around franticly until he came to the conclusion that she had gone south. A conclusion he made with the help of the thoughts that belonged to the people around him.
He knew she would have to come back sooner or later, so, he decided to wait.
"It shouldn't be taking this long. Why is isn't she back yet?" Edward said mostly to himself, though, it was possible that a few people heard his heightened voice.
He drove closer to where Bella had gone. That's when he heard some not so pleasant thoughts from some not so pleasant men.
'She's so beautiful! Look at her!'
'This should be fun.'
'I can't wait…'
He could see her face in their minds. She was running from them, terrified. Her emotions were written clearly across her face. Panic. Edward could no longer repress his rage.
He slammed his feet on the brakes. The Volvo loudly protested.
'Oh well,' He thought. 'who needs a car if my Bella is dead?'
"Edward!" His angel called to him. "Edward! Help me! These men…"
He abruptly cut her off. "Get in the car." She quietly obeyed while he stomped off to where the men where standing.
"Hey man, you're stealing our fun! I'm sure we can all share!" The men laughed.
"I don't think so," Edward said, teeth clenched. "she's mine!"
"Aw, c'mon!"
"No." He couldn't take it anymore. Edward's fist collided with his face.
He was not going to kill them, no matter how much he wanted to. He could not do that to Carlisle. He couldn't even use his abilities to hurt them, for fear of giving away their secret. But he vowed, to himself, that they would suffer for even thinking those disgusting thoughts.
The realization of what they could have done to his Bella made him punch harder.
He threw the unconscious man against the wall and started towards the others. They tried to retreat, to surrender, but they were not quick enough. Soon, their fate was the same as the first man.
He tried to compose himself as he walked back to the Volvo.
He opened the door, got in, and immediately took off for anywhere. Anywhere other than this horrid place.
"Edward…"
"Put your seatbelt on." He instructed.
"Are you okay?" He could not even fathom as to why she would be worried about him.
"No." He was livid. He could only imagine what his face looked like.
He drove off towards the woods. He needed a chance to calm down.
"Bella?"
"Yes?" He heard her clear her throat despite her efforts.
"Are you alright?" He was deeply concerned though he was sure he looked furious.
"Yes."
"Distract me please."
"What?"
He let out a gust of breath. "I need you to talk about something unimportant so that I can calm down."
She pondered for what seemed like forever to Edward.
"I'm going to run over Tyler Crowley before school?"
She was cute when she attempted being angry. "Why?"
She babbled on about it until he answered, a little more composed, "I heard about that."
"You did?" It seemed as though she didn't believe him. She muttered something undecipherable.
"Better yet?"
"Not really." He leaned his head against the seat and stared at the ceiling of the car.
"What's wrong?" she said quietly.
"Sometimes I have a problem with my temper, Bella." Her name danced on his lips and he found that his voice had become as quiet as hers. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that. See me lose control like that. It's just…" He struggled for words.
"That's ok. You don't have to explain."
Silence filled the air until Bella spoke up.
"Jessica and Angela will be expecting me. I was supposed to meet them."
He started the engine and headed back to town.
She would have to tell them that she would see them later. Edward was going to take her to dinner. He planned on basking in the presence of the angel that was his Bella.
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