Sorry, I've been busy with Christmas and such. Hope everyone else's was happy. I got a couple Twilight things so that was good. (Yay poster of Rob Pattington and pics of Jackson Rathbone!) So yea, here's chapter ten! Hope you like and please review! (p.s. as you'll soon find out, Boss is the lead thug that tried to rape Bella, so yea this starts in his POV). Enjoy! -FA :)

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(Boss)POV

"She what?"

The miserable excuse for a man we call "Kyle" shrank away from me in fear.

"I said, 'S-she got away'" He repeated warily. His eyes wide at fear of my response. He was right to be afraid.

"You. Let. Her. Get. Away?!?!" I was shouting. I could feel my face morph into a fierce piece of work as blood rushed up my neck in anger.

"Aww, c'mon boss! She pepper-sprayed me too!" he was flinching at my raised voice, but his tone came out sounding like the whining of a child. It infuriated me further.

"That is no excuse!" I backhanded his round irritating face and he flew to the side letting my blow follow through. He groaned from beneath me.

"What happens now?" came a small scared voice from behind me. I turned coldly toward Frey. Stupid, stupid Frey.

"What happens now…." I said quietly, ominously flashing my eyes to him. "Is I beat your brains out for letting her get her hand free in the first place!!" I screamed the last part again and stepped forward with gusto. He too shrank back in fear. I didn't advance farther though… they weren't worth wasting my energy on.

I pinched the bridge of my nose between my thumb and first finger closing my eyes and trying to contain some of the rage. "You checked all of the side streets, she's not wondering around anywhere?" I asked Kyle, not opening my eyes.

"Yea, I did. She must live somewhere around here." He said, sounding relieved that I wasn't going to hit him again. Little did he know I wasn't ruling that option out quite yet.

"She wasn't supposed to get away! This was supposed to be easy!!… We should have just been able to do away with her afterwards, but you two idiots had to let her get away!" I was screaming again. They cowered.

No one said anything. I needed a plan.

"Alright c'mon. There's only one thing to do… We have to get outta here."

I scowled. I didn't wanna leave. But for all I knew this little girl had already gotten home and phoned daddy who had the police on their way.

"Well, C'mon!" I said impatiently and stalked toward the exit of the park. They followed a few feet behind me as if afraid I'd turn and start beating them again… still a possibility.

"Stupid little girl…" I mumbled under my breath as I led idiots number 1 and 2 away with me. "Shoulda been able to handle…not even more than twenty years old!" I continued grumbling angrily.

"We'll go to Frey's house." I said aloud; couldn't expect morons like them to put two and two together and know that Frey's house was the only thing in this direction.

"Then take his car outta town for awhile." Stupid little girl.

The rest of the walk through the dark suburbs was silent. They were too afraid to say anything and I was to enraged. Every few steps I winced inwardly by the lasting pain between my legs. That little girl sure had a leg on her. I think she bruised a bit more than my pride, if you catch my drift… This thought process made me start cursing under my breathe again, but neither Frey nor Kyle seemed to notice.

Our walk led us past the rows of houses and into a small section of woods just outside the town. We followed this road till we reached a small cluster of run down houses. Frey's was the most dilapidated one on the end.

I spit on his old Mazda protégé; a once white car that might have been nice in the hands of someone who'd take care of it. They followed me wordlessly into the house.

I flicked on the light in his small two bedroom one floor home. Some cockroaches scurried under a pizza box lying next to the puke-green couch, which was leaking stuffing out onto the floor. The whole place had a smell of urine and tobacco about it. I crinkled my nose slightly, but I'd been expecting the smell. Honestly it would surprise me if either of these two's places were ever clean.

"What are we getting?" Frey asked. A white anger flashed through my mind. He should know better than to question me when I'm already like this.

"Well we need some booze at least," I snapped and walked over to the refrigerator. I wrenched the door open and was immediately overcome by the scent of rotten eggs. Sure enough, there was a carton of eggs, a half gallon of milk - half gone, and, thankfully, a six-pack of beer.

I grabbed that and swung the door shut, cutting off some of the intoxicating scent.

"Alright. Let's go!" I said impatiently, as I saw them standing about awkwardly, as if they didn't know what to do with themselves.

I grabbed Frey's keys from his hand and marched out the door, letting the screen door hit one of them with a "twang" behind me.

It wasn't until I had the keys in the door of the car that I noticed there was someone sitting on it, right in front of the wind-shield. I did a double-take. Had she been there a second ago? Then I did another double take. She was beautiful!

She smiled at me and waved, fluttering her fingers. Something in my pants seemed to twitch and come to life.

"You know, word on the grape-vine is that you boys are looking for a good rime tonight." She said alluringly. I just nodded. One of the morons behind me said in amazement, "Who are you?"

I wanted to turn and glare at whichever one had spoken, but I couldn't take my eyes off of the beauty before me. She slid off the car and walked toward me, I seemed to be frozen in place in pure excitement.

She pulled the collar of my shirt toward her with surprising strength. I thought she was leaning in to kiss me, and I hastily replied without a second thought. But at the last minute she tilted her head to the side forcefully bringing her mouth to me ear.

"I'm your worst nightmare." she whispered menacingly, then she kneed me in the groin much harder than that dark haired beauty of a few hours ago that I'd nearly forgotten. Before I could even react and crumple to the ground again I felt something solid collide with my face, cracking some teeth, much quicker than what should have been possible. I howled, tasting my own blood, but then everything went black. But not before I could hear the screams from morons number one and two come from behind me.

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EPOV

It had been exceptionally easy to follow the men's scent to this location and both Rose and I heard their voices from at least a half a mile away.

"Stay here." Rosalie had said, and I almost didn't listen. I almost stepped ahead and beat her there myself, almost killed all three of them on the spot. She must have seen the rage on my face. She looked at me sternly and hissed one word, "Bella."

I closed my eyes for a moment. I knew she was right, but I wanted their blood so badly. But beneath my eyelids I saw Bella's face, perfect in memory, and yet imperfect due to the unreality. My self-created image couldn't give her beauty justice. She looked almost angry; stern. I heard her words resound in my mind with dreamlike quality, "Don't taint our relationship with his blood…". I nodded once then opened my eyes. Rose was watching me, warily.

"I will." I said determinedly. I folded my arms and stepped back, so I could at least observe. She grinned, "Don't worry, I'll make it enjoyable… for us anyway."

And then she ran away. The men had come outside now, they were heading for an old worn-down car in the driveway. My sister appeared on top of the car seemingly from no where.

I listened to the dialogue from four vantage points, but none of the words (either out loud or silent) really struck me with any value. Although I did smirk the tiniest bit when Rose leaned forward toward the main figure, this "Boss" as the other two called him in their minds. Then she thought, "Eww… Repulsive, especially for a human…" The grimy men didn't appeal to her in the least, even their blood smelled bad, the faint scent of drugs flowing through their veins.

And then she kneed him right where it would hurt the most. A red haze of vengeance filled my mind as I watched his mind fill with pain, confusion and strings of profanity. I grinned triumphantly. Then at lightning speed she punched a few of his teeth out controlling the power of her hand not to actually crush his skull. A soft thud on the back of his neck, perfectly aimed, sent him reeling to the ground. Then she turned on the other two who were only now realizing that something had gone amiss.

She came at the one named Frey first, clawing his chest a few times to draw more blood. He was screeching like a banshee. Then another soft thump and he was down too. Now only "Kyle" was left, and she seemed to want to play with him a bit.

She turned toward him slowly, wiping her bloody hands before her for his effect. His knees were clanging together and his thoughts consisted completely of, "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." I was still grinning in my wanton triumph. Rose was too.

"Every time you think of a woman again…" She whispered walking toward him with extreme grace, taking each step carefully and never dropping her eyes from his sweating face.

"…Think of me. And be…" She was right next to him now, tracing her hand along his chin. He was sweating and starting to consider running away.

"…AFRAID!" She punched him in the chest with enough force to bruise his ribs and he went flying backwards to the ground. Then she leapt at him with furious and surreal speed and agility grinning manically as she brought her hand down a third time. His thoughts ceased too as he entered unconsciousness.

I was still carefully monitoring myself, my anger had not abated yet; but it was somewhat appeased. She had not been painless, she'd kept her word. I uncrossed my arms and seemingly came back to life as I hadn't moved in the last twenty or so seconds since she'd approached them to start.

"Well, it seems you had fun." I stated calmly and she flashed me a smug grin.

"And they won't remember a thing." She said. So you can claim any story you a want to Charlie when you bring them in and they'll believe you.

"I almost want the third one to remember the end." I said wistfully, slightly making fun, both of us knew it would be disastrous if he did, and knowing that he wouldn't.

"Well, that's the beauty of what I did." She countered. "I did quite a number on his subconscious right there. If he ever thinks of a woman again, he will be afraid, and he won't even know why." She was bragging, very pleased with what she'd accomplished.

There was a moment's silence, but I brought it to an end by changing the tone to one of seriousness, I held her eyes as I looked at her sincerely.

"Thank you." I practically whispered it, but I knew she would hear.

"No problem." She said just as seriously, "I hate them just as much as you do." And by her violent thoughts, memories clouding her mind, I knew she was right.

I just nodded once, letting our words hang in the air.

"To Charlie?" I asked gesturing to the three motionless thugs laying on the driveway.

"I think we did this… together…?" She said, already between two of them and lifting the one with a clawed chest up by the collar.

"Agreed." I said lifting the third and planned how best to approach the next obstacle at hand. Explaining all of this to Bella's father. I sighed and took off into the night, Rose following right behind me.