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I know, it's been a while for the WitFits, but as I wasn't online at all last month, I took a break, but, i'm back! : )

This is the LONGEST WitFit i've ever written. To say it's different would be an understatement, and I really hope you like it!

As always, completely un-beta'd, so any and all mistakes are mine, lol.

Penname: Fates-Love-Queen

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating: T? K? NFI, I have never had a rating lower than M before! Haha!

Warning(s): Language and Adult Themes.

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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: "Did you see that?" he asked.

"Edward, Edward! Did you hear that?"

I felt something cold push on my bare chest and immediately flinched away from it.

"Edward, wake the fuck up!"

This time it was a slap, and I jumped out of bed as the sound reverberated around my room.

It was still dark, and as my eyes adjusted I looked over to my bedside clock to look at the time; four in the morning.

"Alice, what the fuck are you doing? Can't you see what time it is?" I yelled.

She rushed towards me and placed a hand over my mouth, effectively silencing me.

"Be quiet and watch your language!" she scolded, as she nodded toward my five year old son Anthony, who was cuddled up at the end of my bed.

I had unexpectedly had to cover the late shift at the hospital tonight and had asked my sister Alice would she mind baby sitting Anthony for me, as it was too short notice to arrange for a sitter. Luckily she agreed, and as I had arrived home later than planed, Alice had just stayed the night in the spare room.

"Why are we whispering?" I asked, though it was muffled as Alice's hand was still firmly clamped over my mouth.

Alice opened her mouth to answer but was silenced as a bright beam of light shone past my bedroom window.

Anthony gasped and huddled closer to the stuffed rabbit he was clutching in his arms.

"Did you see that?" he asked.

I was about to nod in affirmation when I heard the smashing of glass downstairs.

My adrenaline kicked in as I pried Alice's fingers away and made a run for my safe at the bottom of my closet.

"Alice, I want you and Anthony to stay here and call 911. I'm going downstairs to see what's going on. Lock the door behind me," I said, as I ejected the clip in my handgun to make sure it was loaded, before reloading it and switching the safety off.

"Edward, we should just wait for the police to arrive," Alice said, as something else was smashed downstairs.

"Alice, it might be nothing… It could just be a rodent that came through the chimney. I'm just going to have a look. Now, make sure this door stays locked, do you understand?"

Alice nodded in response as she placed her cell phone to her ear.

"You stay here with Aunt Alice, little man, okay?"

Anthony, whose eyes were now wide with fear simply nodded as he latched on to Alice's leg.

"Be careful," Alice whispered as I reached for the door handle.

I winked at her and as I closed the door behind me and heard the door lock.

"Yes, I need the police please. I think someone is breaking in downstairs…"

I heard Alice's voice fade as I slowly made my way down the stairs.

I could hear the crunching of glass, as though someone was walking over it with heavy feet, and I raised my gun to my chest.

Now, I was no police officer or Olympic shooter, but I had been shooting since I was a teenager, as my dad and I used to go to the firing range to practice for hunts during school holidays; so I was comfortable handling a gun and was a pretty damn good shot.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs I heard a muffled curse that sounded female – so I guess there were no rodents after all...

Peeking my head around the corner, I saw a dark figure bent over the drawers in the kitchen, and watched as one by one, the contents of the drawers was thrown onto the floor.

Bracing myself and the gun, I reached over and flipped the kitchen light on. The figure froze as I rounded the corner and aimed my gun at her chest.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

I saw the fear cross her features as she scanned the area, presumably searching for an exit.

I took a few steps closer and watched her in turn take the same amount of steps backwards, until she was flush with the refrigerator and I saw the panic in her eyes as she realized that she was boxed in.

Under the lights of the kitchen, I was able to get a better look at the intruder and was truly shocked at what I saw – she was so young…

Not that I was old by any means, as I was only twenty-five, but this girl couldn't have been a day over eighteen, and to say that she was attractive would have been an understatement. Even with the dark shadows under her eyes, her messy brown hair that hung limply on her shoulders and her hollow cheeks, she was beautiful. She was incredibly thin, so thin in fact, that I could see her collarbones poking through her thin cotton t-shirt and her brown eyes appeared flat and lifeless, but I couldn't deny the fact that I was attracted to her.

"The police are on their way, so it might look better if you tell me why you are here. Are you looking for drugs? Money?"

I watched her eyes widen in fear as her she squatted against the fridge and wrapped her arms around her tiny body as she began to shake uncontrollably. And even though she was the one who had broken in to my house, I suddenly I felt like a complete asshole.

I took a step closer but immediately stopped mid step as I watched her eyes hone in on the gun as she began to shake even more.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I said, as I placed the gun on the counter next to me and placed my hands in the air. Call me stupid or naïve, but I didn't want to scare her. And even if it were a ploy to get me to put the gun away, she looked so small and fragile huddled in my kitchen that I had no doubt I would be able to overpower her if the need arose.

Still with my palms up, I took a step forward and crouched to my knees, so that we were almost at eye level. The shaking didn't cease, but it didn't increase either, so I took it as a good sign.

"What's your name?" I asked, hoping that we could get some form of communication going, but much to my disappointment, she just kept her eyes locked to the ground.

Clearly frustrated, I ran my fingers through my hair trying to think of something, anything to say, and figured that if maybe I offered something of myself, she would reply.

"My name's Edward," I said, and I couldn't suppress the small smile as her head lifted and her doe like eyes connected with mine.

It was then that I noticed that there were crumbs on the sides of her mouth and on her chin and t-shirt and taking a quick inventory of the kitchen, the only things I could see was food wrappers.

Had she broken in simply because she was hungry…?

The girl was still watching me intently and I took the moment to really look at her. The long-sleeved tee she was wearing was full of holes and it didn't appear as though she was wearing a bra. She was also wearing long pants that were covered in mud and her sneakers weren't faring that much better.

Was this poor girl homeless?

I noticed that she was also giving me the once over and I flushed as I realized that I wasn't wearing a shirt, only pajama bottoms.

"What's your name?" I asked again, wanting to take the attention away from me and watched as an unfamiliar emotion passed over her face, was it shame?

I watched as she started to open her mouth, but no sound came. Her hand abruptly went to her throat as she made a slicing motion back and forth – was she trying to communicate?

I looked on as she continued to open her mouth as she shook her head and made the slicing action at her throat.

"You can't speak?" I asked gently, and my heart broke again as she shook her head and her eyes welled with tears.

I have no idea where it came from, but I was suddenly overcome with the urge to protect this girl. I had no idea who she was or where she came from, but something deep within me needed to make her safe.

I stood slowly and walked over to one of the bar stools and removed one of my hoodies. She was still shaking violently and though I wasn't sure if it was from the cool night air or the mention of the police before, it was the least I could do to be a gentleman, as I walked back to her and held it out in my hands.

"Please, take it, you look cold."

I saw the doubt in her features, as though she were unused to kindness and felt a pang of sadness in my heart.

I nodded and told her it was ok before she hesitantly reached out and took the hoodie from my grasp, before quickly wrapping it around herself. For a split second our skin connected and my eyes widened as a small jolt of electricity flowed between us.

It was inappropriate and completely caveman like, but I couldn't help but smile at the fact that she was wearing something of mine. To my shock, she gave me a small smile in return and my entire being lit up like a fucking Christmas tree at the sight.

"Edward, is everything alright?" I watched as the girl's eyes widened and the shaking resumed and I internally cursed Alice.

"It's okay; I promise that no one will hurt you. Stay here and I'll be right back."

I walked to the foot of the stairs and saw Alice's head poking out of the bedroom door.

"The police will be here in less than two minutes, Edward. Are you hurt? What happened?

"I'm fine, Alice. Everything is fine. I'll be up in a few minutes, there's something we need to discuss."

Alice nodded before disappearing behind the door and I heard the lock click back in to place.

Turning, I made my way back to the kitchen wondering what on earth to do with the girl.

My heart clenched uncomfortably at the thought of sending her away, but she couldn't exactly stay here… Could she?

"That was just my sister, everything is…"

I stopped mid sentence as I stared at the empty spot in front of the refrigerator, where the girl had been huddled only minutes before.

Walking around the counter, I noticed that the gun was still there, as I made my over the broken glass to the back door and looked out into the night; she was gone.

Sighing, I walked back into the kitchen and saw that the hoodie I had lent her was placed on the breakfast bar, along with a scribbled note.

I'm so sorry, Edward; I never meant to cause any damage.

I will find a way to pay you back, I promise. I don't know how, but I will.

Thank you for your kindness, it meant more than you will ever know.

I didn't deserve it, yet you gave it to me regardless.

I really am sorry.

P.S. My name is Bella.

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration, as I felt strangely empty now that I was no longer in her presence. It was odd, how I had only just met her, but had felt so protective of her.

I sighed as I read over her letter again and felt a small smile play on my lips.

Not that I wanted her money, but that was a good sign.

At least she would come back.

Bella would be back, hopefully sooner than later...

A/N: So, what did you think? Likey? No likey?

As always, there is a very real possibility that this story will be continued. I quite liked this idea, so please let me know if you would to see it continued.

Seriously, I have too many plot bunnies for my own good. I literally have three A4 pages with story ideas, plus my original fiction story i'm writing *frown* Haha.

Anyways, I really hoped you enjoyed this.

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