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Edward:

Something told me to drive to Port Angeles.
And I knew it had to do with Bella.

That girl could never keep herself out of danger. That's why instead of ignoring my gut feeling—I got into my car and drove there as fast as I could.
There were small crowds of people all around the lighted areas, but I didn't see her face. I didn't smell her…I didn't hear her heartbeat. She had gone to the dangerious side. 'Damn.' I whispered under my breath, spinning the car around and heading out the back way of Port Angeles. The place where most sane people didn't go to.

And there she was.
Why was she just standing there?

I heard the men's thoughts. I knew what they had planned in store for her.
Thankfully I was there to counteract their plans.
I slammed my hand on the horn, which startled her. Her eyes confused and …was that fear I saw there? Fear and then familiarity. She knew it was me.

Relief seemed to wash on her face. Her heartbeat kicked up a bit and she was racing toward my open door. I didn't think twice once she was in. I drove as fast as I could—far away from the two men.

The men and their stupid plans.

I couldn't leave Bella alone for a moment.

"Are you alright?" I managed out between my anger and my fear. I was actually shaking. I tried to breath more steadily. I tried to calm myself down, counting backwards, counting cars, lines, trees…but nothing seemed to work.

"Yes…" She managed, looking up at me with fearful eyes. Was she expecting me to shout at her? I was probably just as afraid as she was.

I had almost lost it.

I had almost broke my promise to Carlisle. I would have…

I could have…

Broke those men in my bare hands…

Had their red, hot…sticky blood…

GOD EDWARD!
CAN'T YOU GO ONE MOMENT WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT….

"Edward…" She said my name…just as she said it in her dreams. My thoughts of those quiet hours in her house, in her room…with her whispers seemed to calm my body. My hands began to stop shaking.

She was mumbling something about prom, and Mike…but all I could hear in my mind was my name…on her lips.

'Edward….' A sigh. 'Edward….' A gasp.

"Edward…" She said again, and it pulled me away from my thoughts.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"I should be asking you that…not you asking me that."

"I'm fine." She squeaked. I could tell that she was far from fine.

"Did you have dinner yet?" I hadn't even known where that came from, but it slipped out of my lips.

She shook her head. "But I'm not hungry either."

"Where are your friends?"

"They're waiting for me." I knew that I should take her back to her friends. Just so that there weren't "Missing" newspapers all over Forks the next morning.

"I'll take you to them."

She didn't protest, she didn't question. She sat there, probably too afraid to speak.
I wanted her to be afraid. I wanted her to stay as far away as she could from me.

"Thank you." She managed, and looked up at me. Her eyes were beautiful. She was beautiful…and…
"You're welcome." I replied, this time not so sharply. This time in more control.

I saw her smile a bit, and sigh.

I leaned back in my seat and drove her back to her friends—full knowing that I would be her company for the rest of the night.

I don't think I could ever trust her by herself again.
With that thought, I smiled.