A/N: So, here's the deal: I'm writing this in NY (visiting my sister, and her husband, and my WONDERFULLY CUTE nephew, who was born on my b-day) and I got this awesome idea for a FanFiction! I have the plot in mind, and I'm going to take a notebook (which I'll have to buy because I was a dumb-as and didn't bring any of my notebooks) on the plane and write most of this during the flight. Well, most of this chapter, anyway. This is a twist on what happened in Port Angeles, if Edward hadn't found Bella in time.
Bella's POV:
I turned the corner, hoping to lose my stalkers, but I stopped dead the moment I made the turn. I wasn't being followed.
I was being herded.
And every step I took was just closing the distance between me and the men. Maybe if I just dropped my purse…
They might be something worse then thieves, that annoyingly-pessimistic voice in my head told me.
"Hey, what took you so long?" the man who had spoken to me before yelled at the two behind me.
"We took a little detour," one of my pursuers yelled back.
I stood stock-still. Every step I took was closing the distance, but ever moment I was still had the same effect.
The men started advancing toward me from both directions. I couldn't move; like a colt when startled, my legs were just locked.
"C'mon, babe," the dark-haired man said when he was only a few feet away. He—and the other three men—all had sick, twisted looks on their horrible faces.
"Leave me alone," I tried to say in a loud, strong voice, but my throat was dry to the bone. I couldn't have screamed if I wanted to.
I looked into the street, praying that my some chance a car would turn down the street, but no one came.
The four men were now on me, and I couldn't get my voice loud enough for someone to hear me. All I could hope was that these men would at least leave me alive…
A/N: Chapter 2 is when Edward comes in, so never fear! And chapter 2 is also a lot longer…