Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight

This story is rated M for a reason. And there won't be lemon-y reasons for a while. Violence, swearing, religion being made fun of and criticized. No Rape or human brutality.

…:::Chapter 4:::…

Shy Girl

I was running, my lungs were burning and my mind was already far ahead, racing. I was freaking out because I have no clue on why I was running…or who was I running from.

I clenched my teeth together in determination and clenched my hands into fists and threw my legs faster.

All I knew was that I better run, and I better run fast.

My mind was wide awake as I tried listening to my surroundings; any hints that someone was following me.

But nothing was what I received.

I scrunched my eyes and tried swallowing through my already dry throat. I ran fast, my feet touching the ground, and yet it felt like I was flying instead of running.

I came to a sudden halt.

I was on a cliff…with the ocean's huge waved crashing back down fiercely on the sharp and edgy bolder rocks.

I looked up and back at the dark woods that I just escaped from and swallowed. It was dark and windy, the trees looked black and haunting, the wind fighting against the branches, ripping the leaves off.

And that was when I heard the twigs getting crunched.

Someone was here.

And they were the one I was running from.

My breathing started to get faster and hallow, and my heart fluttered really fast. This was it.

I swallowed, and tried clearing my eyes desperately and felt my heartbeat starting to accelerate even faster.

I was wearing a white sundress and had dirt all over my legs from running.

The sounds were getting closer.

A shadow materialized from the background, I took a step back and tensed up.

A shape of a man.

I saw the green eyed man walking towards me slowly as if it was testing me or… trying to corner me.

I stared at him in shock and because I was terrified.

His gaze was hot and an evil smirk played on his gorgeous lips, haunting me with every step he took.

I took a step back, forgetting that I was on a cliff and lost my footing as I fell down the cliff.

I felt the wind rushing against me as I fell, giving me a whiplash.

Inside, I was terrorized. I thought I was dead, I took a deep breath and prepared for my scream, but it never came out.

I panicked and tried screaming, but nothing came out.

I froze in my state.

But suddenly I was on a soft bed with him on top of me and all I saw where his pointy canines, long enough to make your eyes roll back, but not enough to call him a vampire.

He leaned towards me and braced his palms on the pillow underneath my head on either side of me, towering over me and locking me in. The muscles on his arm tensed and he looked predatory. His eyes darted to my mouth and back to my eyes. Locking me in his gaze he dipped down until his breath was dancing hot against my cool skin and he was completely in power over me. The irises of his eyes had almost completely disappeared. He looked completely lethal and they refused to break their hypnotic gaze from mine. "You ran away from me human." he narrowed eyes and his shoulders seemed to tense and broaden further as his gaze intensified and smoldered me. His scent hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I control your dreams from now on Isabella" He studies me for a while and his body language reminds me of a caged animal. "I saved you once" He paused for a second, then continued " next time you're dead" He put emphasis on the word and paused again. "But then I would be really pissed off! Because your mine. Never doubt that human" He placed emphasis again and pouted in a condescending fashion his eyes however were dead serious and I think he'd be hissing if he weren't so hell bent on mocking me with his pout.

"Who are you?" I gasped as I felt him get off me and disappear with my surroundings.

"Huda, do you have new cups. We are out of them" I leaned back from my counter and asked my manager, tapping my fingers on the counters.

"We don't. I just checked, I'll go and get some cups and we also need frozen cream" Hamza, my other manager took his apron off . He was what you would call, your typical old talkative manager.

"Oh no, the last time you went to the supermarket, you bought the whole store with you" Huda, his wife quickly took her apron off and grabbed the car keys before he did, heading to the back door.

"I bought you febreeze! How was that useless?" He demanded helplessly as he went after her.

"Bella, please close the store behind you" She threw her head through the door to say , before I heard her husband steal the keys from her and run to the car.

"Hamza you give me those keys this instant!" she yelled at him, as she ran after her husband.

I laughed at them as I watched what they were doing from the window. I shook my head, they repeated this every shopping trip and Huda would always win.

I put on my favorite song of the day on, which was a bit too hardcore for my own liking, but still made me sing and dance to it. Shut me up by Mindless Self Indulgence.

I slipped my hat off and ruffled my hair and quickly started cleaning. The faster I did the job, the faster I was getting out of here. It was raining outside, as usual. But today I wasn't shivering or scared. I dismissed everything that happened yesterday, everything was just a misunderstanding. They got the wrong girl!

The dream…was just a part of lack for sleep.

And also a way of my subconscious throwing rocks at my conscious mocking me that I have no friends.

So fuck it, because I am not wasting my time, it doesn't even make sense.

I moved to the cashier register and hid the money where we always did. Slipping off the stool, I hopped off and checked the time. At a normal Sunday, I would have had two hours left. But today, I was going an hour and half early.

I started checking the normal check-ups and suddenly felt a pull.

"Isabella…"

Something was pulling me, urging, and seducing me to walk outside.

I froze in my state, no, no it can't be him!

It's not fair!

It's like he owned my mind…controlling my thoughts and urges.

"I control your dreams from now on Isabella" shivers went through me as I remembered his warning from last night.

I bit my lower lip as I remembered what happened in there…

I tried clearing my head and raised the volume up so I could not even hear my own thoughts.

Perfect.

Fuck you green eyed god, you're not going to ruin my night.

I danced slowly to the over and over song by Three Days Grace. I was happy this evening, going home early and start my new paintings. I raised my hands above my head and moved my hips slowly to the left and right for a few seconds then did a total turn around and placed the pen and book on the counter and the moment I did, the lights went off.

A loud and blue long electricity shock went through the shop.

I opened my mouth in shock at what I just saw…the shop was in a complete darkness, the electric buzz that ran through the room scared the hell out of me, because it lit the room up for a second.

But the pull now was even stronger. I can hear his voice angry and demanding that I obey him. My muscles locked in their place.

"Never!" I thought back to him.

No way in hell was I going to him.

The song was still on, though. Which made it even scarier. It was dark and I couldn't see if anyone was anywhere near me. I booked it to the front door and locked it. Then raced to the back door and locked it. Shutting all the windows that gave me little light to see where I was going.

Yeah, it's probably just the rain.

Stupid wet rain that dripped down from the sky.

It probably dislocated a wire or something. Nothing for me to fret over, and freak out as If, someone was right behind me in the dark, smirking waiting for me to turn around and smother me with some alcoholic drugged old cloth that would turn me into a dead body. Nah, that only happens in the movies.

Oh, why did we have to run out of cups today? Hamza and Huda would have been here, bickering and make me feel safe and happy. Huda would have grabbed the pink flashlights that she keeps in her purse all the time, we would locate the necessities. Hamza would grab the old baseball bat that he wouldn't stop rambling about how he fought three armed men with.

Then I realized that maybe I should ask myself the right question. Am I in any danger?

I stopped for a moment, then said hell yeah and ran to grab the crowbar, which would be easy if I could see anything.

I hit the counter with my waist and gasped in pain as I crouched down and crawled in front. I finally placed my hand on the glass window that held it in. I tried pulling the handle but it won't bulge. So I stood up and pulled my hair out of my face, searching frantically in the dark.

This time I pulled hard and it did open. I moved the window away and was about to pull the crowbar out when I touched something that definitely did not feel like a crowbar. I started feeling it up, because I couldn't see it to understand what was in front of me. It was a little bit rough, but warm and soft, not edgy. I pulled at it and realized that it wasn't very stretchy, then I laced my hands through it and I felt something moving through it. It was a pulse.

Oh my god, I am holding a fucking hand in the dark!

"Aaah" I shrieked when someone shoved me to the wall and covered my body with theirs.

They came back for me, I am dead. Oh I am soo dead, that they could sell me right now and fill some bellies up.

Why did I not listen to that teenage man from my dream!

My hands were behind my back and I was pressed flat on the wall, holding my hip and mouth, my capture was large, and male.

I tried biting the hand that held my mouth shut, but he would only shove me harder against the wall. I struggled and pushed back with my back, shoving his chest back and my ass digging into his thighs. I stopped moving for second and then bit his hand as hard as I could muster.

I was raging with adrenaline rush and anger.

"Amonta de' Toya." He spat the words out like a curse then told me. "Stop moving women, am not going to hurt you" He turned me around and hissed in my face. It was him, the man that tried seducing me in my dream…er, fantasy! His face only inches away, threatening to bite my head off.

"Get the fuck off !" I shoved him off me and shoved him in the wall in front of me, and dug my hands into his collar as I jumped at him, in frustration, pressing my body against his hot warm length in an attempt to keep him there.

"Don't tempt me human" He put me back into the previous position and made me face the wall in a speed so quick, I almost gasped.

Are you kidding me?

"Then don't bloody touch me like I am a nobody!" I clenched my teeth together and tried shoving him back with my back, his smell intoxicated me, mint and male spice.

"If you don't stop shoving your ass up my cock I will take you right where you are standing" He growled in my ears. I understood that very clearly, and I was pissed off.

He released me.

"How dare you say that to me! Do you know how old I am? I am only a child!" I held my ground and yelled into his face, staring at t his cold eyes.

And fuckity fuck, because every time I looked him, I would get lost in his eyes and not even bother looking anywhere else.

"A child would not attempt what you just did" he calmly said, taking a step back, but I could still feel him. A barbarian would not have acted the way they did.

"I was trying to push you off me! What do you mean by attempt! Who the hell do you think you are?" I bit back the colorful words that were about to be released.

"Your right, perhaps I misunderstood your intentions." His eyes softened a bit.

"yeah, you betcha!" I ran a hand through me hair.

He gave me a look that basically told me to shut the fuck up if I want to stay in one piece.

"Who are you and why are you following me?" I tried changing the question.

" There are people after your ass" he winced at the "things" word. We both knew that he didn't want to scare me.

"Why would anyone want to hurt me? I never hurt anybody!" I cried out helplessly.

"It's not what you did. Let's say that the family you were born in gave you a curse" He finally said, his voice cold.

"So you are only here to scare me at night and protect?" I asked suspiciously, and subconsciously licked my lips helplessly.

His hair disheveled in the dark in front of me begged for me to touch it, fuck! Now my hormones wake up?

"No" he said at once.

"Oh, okay. So goodbye" I said sarcastically, but none of us made a move.

"Do you trust me?" He looked at me, his eyes smoldering forcing me to say yes. I almost took a step back, it's like he was looking right through me.

" No" This time it was me that gave him a look. When you stalk people they intend to get suspicious.

" Alright how about I ask it in a different way. Do you trust enough to not kill you?" He tried again, but this time a bit harsher. Jackass.

"Do I have a choice?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"No " He reached in to touch my face, and I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I immediately turned red. I unconsciously leaned in to him, closing my eyes, waiting for him to kiss me. After few seconds when he didn't, I opened my eyes to find him reaching behind my back to grab the bat.

"Are you sure your intentions were clear, it seems like you desire something else" He smirked at me in the dark and pulled a glowing rock.

"I assure you that I am all pure" I pushed pass him and walked away.

"Grab all of you things" He sat on the counter and folded his arms on his chest. He crossed his black boots and gazed at me.

I quickly flipped him off and walked to the back door when I saw his gaze meant nothing pure either.

I grabbed my coat and looked at the electricity switch. "Did you turn the lights off?" I spun around and saw that he was right behind me, looking around, focused on our surrounding.

"Yep, it only took me a second." He looked down at me and winked, pulling out an electric wire that was cut at the ends, just then, the rock's light blinded me and in a flash our surrounding changed.

I was in my bedroom.

"What the hell was that!" I jumped away from him. "Great now I am going nuts!-"

"Oh no, I think you are mistaken, you were nuts the moment you decided to walk home alone at night" He clinked his head to the side and sat on my counter.

"I have a man and a horse on my case and I have a crazy stalker that has nothing better to do than push me around!" I sat on my bed, but it bumped me back so now I am lying flat on my ass.

"Who is stalking you?" He stopped picking on my counter and looked up at me angrily. Idiot.

"YOU!" I jabbed a finger at him, then almost threw a seizure when I saw him heading to my underwear drawer.

"Get off my counter!" I tried pushing him off before he would look in it.

"What is this?" He pulled out my black smiley face bra, he let it dangle a bit then touched the cups in confusion.

"Give me those!" I blushed angrily, who was he kidding? Surely a man like him would have seen a bra, right?

"Not until you tell me what they are" He got off the counter and pulled it above his head and let it dangle above his head. I couldn't take it anymore, it was so humiliating.

"Are they a bed for a mouse?"

His eyebrows were bunched together displaying his confused face, his posture consumed innocence and frustration.

"That's my bra!" I started jumping up trying to get it but he was too tall and he kept on putting it higher in the air every time I was close to touching it.

He looked at it, frustrated that he couldn't understand me. Was he a caveman, how could he not know what bra was? I realized my panties were getting wet, it felt like I was being pierced. Those eyes, they were piercing me. I looked up and he was staring at me as he lowered his hand and asked me the most embarrassing and humiliating question ever. I thought that it couldn't get worst, but boy I was wrong. "What is a bra?"

"To cup and wrap around these things! Your boobs, bazookaz, girls, mamamias, boobies, booblets, , balls, jess and jane!" I grabbed my boobs and squeezed them so hard, leaving them throbbing.

I couldn't help it, it was beyond humiliation. Why and how could someone that looks like him not know what a bra means?

"I was just messing with you, I knew what they were. But booblets? Really? I would have just said tits" He smirked at me playfully and dropped it on my head.

He looked around the room and stopped. "Are you done packing or have you decided on demonstrating how to wear one?"He winked at me and lay on my bed and did his signature pose. Ankles crossed, but this time his arms were behind his head.

"Were are we going exactly?" I asked suspiciously, biting my lips as I watched him there laying on my bed, he made it seem as if he owned my room and his sexy gaze… maybe if I showed him how to unclasped it…

"Staria"

Chapter Clarification:

Amonta de' Toya (A-mon-tah Dee Toy-ah)- "GOD(DESS) DAMN IT!"