Disclaimer: My name is not Stephenie Meyer and I do not own Twilight. :(

Introduction

"Bella, run!"

The cloaked man snarled and lunged at Edward.

I turned around and started sprinting into the cover of the trees. I ran in a straight line, hoping I would find a way out and reach my truck. I stopped for a minute, holding onto a tree, and then started running again. I ran with tears falling down my face, making it hard to see clearly in the already dark forest. He had to be okay. I just sobbed even more, pleading that he be okay.

I tripped over something and went sprawling. I leapt up and started stumbling around the forest before I saw an opening. I sobbed as I finally reached my truck and opened it with the keys in my pocket.

I slammed the door as quick as possible, locked the up the truck and crawled into a ball on the floor. He had to be okay. He had to.