Bella
"Umm, you know what," Bella said, standing up, "I'm going to check out that bookstore I was talking about. Message me when you're done."
"Are you sure?" Jessica asked. "You can get a dress too. It's girl's choice, I'm sure someone will go to the dance with you."
"Thanks, but no." Bella grabbed her backpack and walked away.
"She's such a freak," Lauren said. "I can't believe you invited her, Angela"
"It was the nice thing to do," Angela said.
"Who cares," Jessica said, "she's gone now. Angela, what do you think about this one?"
"Umm, great," Angela said, eyes staying on Bella's retreating form. "Maybe I should go with her, it's getting dark and she's not from around here."
"You haven't even picked your dress yet," Jessica said.
Bella stepped out into the chilly air and pulled her jacket tighter around her as she headed for the bookstore.
Garrett
It had been a while since Garrett had fed and Port Angeles provided the perfect opportunity. Carlisle liked him to go further away, to use the cover of a major city, but Bella was in Port Angeles, not anywhere else.
Garrett carefully selected his victim. It was a young man just getting off work. His blood smelled good, but it was nothing compared to the blood he craved; Bella's blood, but it would have to do.
He followed his victim closely, waiting for his moment. Garrett knew he couldn't wait too long. He saw his victim approaching a side street and he quickly ran around to head him off.
Everything worked perfectly. Garrett grabbed his victim by the neck, instantly crushing his wind pipe, so he couldn't scream for help and then he pulled him into the growing shadows.
When Garrett was sure he was alone and hadn't been seen. He bit into the guy's neck and drained him dry.
The blood was good, the blood flowed through his system making him feel strong. He couldn't understand why his mate didn't drink human blood, why deny yourself the one thing you craved above all us.
The blood ran dry and Garrett was unsatisfied. He went about covering his kill before he decided to look for another victim.
Carlisle
Carlisle couldn't take his eyes off the clock. Isabella had been in Port Angeles for close to an hour now and something bothered him about it. Part of it was that she was trying to make friends, but Carlisle had overhead Michael Newton saying how everyone at school thought she was a freak. Carlisle wanted to protect her, plain and simple.
He opened a patient's file and tried to focus on it, but he couldn't. She wasn't in Forks anymore and although Port Angeles was still relatively small, bad things could still happen and he didn't want that.
Carlisle sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It would only be a short run. He could just go, stay out of the way, make sure she was okay. Sitting here was doing nothing except worrying himself silly. He sent a message to Garrett.
Carlisle: Where are you?
Garrett: Hunting
Well, he'd be no help, Carlisle realized. It was all up to him. He couldn't understand it, but it was just a feeling he had. He knew it was irrational, he knew she would be fine, but she wasn't nearby and that worried him. He couldn't save her from this distance. She was clumsy, what if she hurt herself and needed his help?
The decision had already been made in his mind. He was going to Port Angeles, just to make sure she was alright.
Bella
Bella scoured the shelves looking for the perfect book for Carlisle. She had already found the one's she was after, but Carlisle's had to be perfect. She wanted to impress him with her choice.
She had some ideas. She wanted it to be a classic, not modern. She wanted it to be something she had already read herself. She wanted it to be so much.
Bella took so long that it was now dark outside. There were many choices, but she kept coming back to the same one. Dracula by Bram Stoker. She hadn't read it in a while and she wasn't sure if any of it held true, but it just seemed like the right choice.
It was oddly fitting seeing as Carlisle was a vampire. Maybe they could read it together, Bella thought, and Carlisle could bust the myths for her. She liked that idea.
Bella paid for the books and slid them into her backpack before stepping outside. The wind had picked up and the unknown area was shrouded in darkness. Bella looked left and then right as she zipped up her jacket, wondering which way to go.
She pulled out her phone and brought up a map of the area. As she did this, she noticed that the girls hadn't sent her a message yet. She found the boutique's address and planned her journey back.
Bella didn't get far before she got a chill down her spine. She looked around her, but couldn't see anything. She tightened her hands into fists, kept her head down, and picked up her pace.
The feeling didn't go away, it just got worse and Bella was considering running all the way back, but she didn't want to end up winded and therefore an easier target. She tried to tell herself that it was all in her mind, but you couldn't easily shake gut feelings.
They came out of nowhere. Four guys, reeking of alcohol, they surrounded her. Bella's mind went into overdrive. She was trying to remember all of her dad's warnings, but her mind wasn't co-operating. All she could focus on was the threat.
They closed in on her and the one behind her grabbed her. Bella wanted to scream, but she was frozen in fear and she hated it. She wanted to kick and break free, but she couldn't. It wasn't fair. Her mind said fight, her body said no.
They silently pulled her away and Bella silently accepted her fate.
Garrett
Garrett had stumbled upon many things in his life. Some that concerned him, some that didn't. Some he inserted himself into, some he simply observed. He was just out, minding his own business, looking for another human to kill when he came across them.
It was the scent that got him first. It was sweet and it belonged to her. Garrett stayed in the shadows with a million different thoughts running though his mind. They had Bella, but she wasn't fighting or screaming. Did she know them?
Was it his duty to step in and save her? What then? Would she feel indebted to him and give him her blood whenever he wanted?
Could he wait and see what they did first? She if they drew her blood?
He honestly didn't know what to do, but in the end, the decision was taken out of his hands.
Carlisle
It didn't take Carlisle long to scent her out and what he found enraged him. Isabella was in trouble, he knew it. She was surrounded by four men and they were drunk. They were grabbing and pawing at her. Carlisle could see the fear in her eyes.
He didn't need to think, he just acted. Blinded by his rage, he went in at full-speed. Carlisle had never felt like this before, but then again nothing of his had ever been threatened before.
The men were no match for Carlisle, he broke all of their necks in an instant. They fell to the ground around him, all lifeless.
Bella
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Garrett
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Carlisle
Carlisle, still blinded by his rage, focused on Isabella. He wanted her blood and he was going to get it.