Alright everybody, I first of all want to tell you this story is in no way a slander of Stephanie's work, but like all fan fiction out there, it is a alternate perspective. So please keep an open mind and don't be too harsh in your reviews (it is my first try after all). =) the first chapter here is a little bit of a back track before the plot unfolds.

I hereby claim no rights or privileges towards the twilight saga or any of its characters or scenarios, because if I did, a mob of scented candle and wooden stake wielding twihards would disembowel me along with the hefty legal suit I would be presented with by Mrs. Meyer.

Chapter 1

BPOV

This is it I thought to myself. They're going to kill me right here and now, these men, crazed and drunken by the looks of it. What was there left to do but cower. No, I had to do something, scream, fight, anything but my throat was already beginning to clench up in terror. "stay away from me." I forced the words out of my mouth, wanting then to sound forceful instead sounding timid. There was no way I'd be able to push a scream past my lips.

"Doesn't be like that, sugar," one of them said in a cocky voice, coming from the blond one to the left. They got closer, tightening their circle, backing me further into the wall of the warehouse behind me. Momentarily the thought of running slipped into my mind only to be quickly dismissed, then perhaps pleading or begging. No, that would only make things worse. Nerves shaken I resigned myself to what was about to happen. I wouldn't make it easy; on the contrary I would give it every ounce of fight I had in me. It wouldn't matter much anyways. I slipped my purse into my fist, ready to swing at the first opportunity, but that opportunity never came.

Around the corner came the sound of screeching tires and roaring engine. Headlights blared towards us, illuminating the alleyway. A split second before impact the car swerved wheels skidding, swinging the rear tires to clip two of the men and topple them to the ground. The remaining two backpedaled away and fell to the ground. The passenger door flung itself open and from inside came the snarl of "get in."

I did. It took me a second or two to place the voice seeing as I had never heard it apart from its' smooth and easy cadence. Edward, dimly lit face contorted in rage, put the car in reverse and sped out onto the brighter streets nearer to the center of Port Angeles. "Put on your seatbelt," he growled at me, his words still saturated with anger. I glanced at him as he gripped the steering wheel, Edward Cullen. I chilled. Last night's research had proved him to be just as capable of doing me harm, if not more so, than those thugs back in the alley. Truly he was beautiful, and he had begun to speak to me civilly, even offering to go with me to Seattle, but that changed little about who he, what he was. He gripped the wheel tighter, leather groaning.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Trying to gauge what exactly he was so enraged by. He snapped back at me denying my question.

"Bella?"

I started, his voice had lost a bit of its harshness, but it still seethed.

I looked at him, his face a tightly controlled mask and questioned him with my eyes. "Are you Okay?" I had to process that for a second. I had just been rescued from . . . well I didn't know what to call what happened in the alleyway, I was certain that those men had evil intentions, so I guess Edward had saved my life. . . again. So I nodded at him and turned ahead to look forward and wrapped my arms around my middle and pressed myself into the door of the car.

Rescued from mortal danger, now riding through the streets of Port Angeles in a car with something inhuman, had I been placed at greater risk now? Not twenty-four hours ago I felt certain, well as certain as myth could be, of what I needed to do concerning Edward. I glanced again at his face which had returned to a clenched mask of barely contained rage. No, it wasn't safe for me here in this car, albeit I was probably better off here than back in the industrial area with those men, but I didn't want to stay. Not here.

"Jess and Angela will be worried if I don't show up at the restaurant," he looked at me mask temporarily cleared at the shaky dry quality of my voice. Resentment building before coming in check as his head whipped back to the windshield and the car turned to the busier parts of town. Within two minutes we were on Main St. pulling in front of La Bella Italia, where we had agreed to meet up for dinner. But I hadn't even mentioned where to go, he just knew, my suspicions solidified and I shuddered.

"They're inside," he said then paused, gritted his teeth and added, "Will you be alright with them, or do you want me to stay?" I shook my head ad he gripped the wheel harder. I unbuckled the seatbelt and felt blindly for the door handle in the deepening twilight, then sucked in a breath as he reached past me to open the door. I stepped out catching my foot on the curb to stumble a step, teeter on the edge of falling only to be steadied by a pair of frigid hands. Already knowing I looked up into his face, then back down, wanting more than anything to get inside, to forget the terrible events of tonight.

He let me go, and before I could turn around the car purred to life, and sped off into the darkness.

I stepped into the restaurant and was directed by a hostess to the table where Jessica and Angela were sitting scraping their plates. Jess saw me first and loudly exclaimed "where have you been? We've been so worried!" I sat down in one of the two empty seats and ordered a glass of cola, hoping to get some of the dryness in my throat. Jessica grew impatient and asked again what had kept me. But I could feel the shock of the night fading my control slipping so in a rush I croaked out that I needed to use the restroom.

Once in a stall I broke down, sobs breaking out between my lips, tears welling out of my eyes. It took me a full five minutes to quiet the sobs, and another five to stop crying. But eventually I pulled it together and cleaned myself up. Angela was waiting at the table, she said Jessica had gone to pay the bill. She asked if I wanted them to wait while I got something but I told her I wasn't hungry, which was true I had no appetite.

The ride back to Forks was quiet, both girls talking about what to do before the dance, whose house to get ready at and so on. They dropped me off first Jessica waving and Angela giving me a worried look before saying goodbye. Once inside I slid against the door and sat on the welcome mat and gasped for breath. One of the evenings terrors I had left behind in Port Angeles, the other lived in Forks.

Galvanized by this thought I locked the doors front and back, latching the deadbolt and chain. Luckily Charlie was fast asleep on the couch and had missed my bout of hysteria. Next were the windows, I hoped some of the specifics of my research were true, particularly the ones about vampires needing to be welcomed into homes before entering them. For that was what Edward was, I was almost sure of it. After making the house as secure as I could without heavy equipment I roused Charlie and lead him up the stairs, to his room where he plopped on his bed still with his shoes on.

I took a shower—letting the warm water pour over me seemed as good a relaxation method as any—and changed into my pajamas, hoping for a few hours of sleep.

Fear and adrenaline kept that from happening. I sit in bed staring at the locked and curtained window till faint sunlight filtered in through the gap in the drapes.

Monday would be difficult, I knew I had to face Edward. I had to convey the conclusion that I had reached to him in person. I wanted to let him know that I was grateful for saving me, both from Tyler's van and those men last night, but I also wanted him to know that I knew what he was, what the Cullen's were, and to ask him to stay from me from now on.

"Stay away from me, Edward Cullen." I whispered to myself.

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