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Stephanie Meyer still owns Twilight.

5 months ago

'You still see them ?'

I took a last bite of pizza, and leaned against the wall of the carpark stairwell. Watching the two men through the narrow glass window set into the door. The stairs stank of disinfectant, and an underlying reek of something worse. I'd started to wish that I'd finished the takeaway earlier. Eating it here ruined it somewhat.

Poor Xanth. His potential lunch had traversed these stairs moments before. And his senses were heightened. That couldn't have been pleasant.

My mask was over my forehead. White and expressionless. We always used them in case, by some stroke of misfortune, someone saw us.

Xanth and Kai. Masked heroes. Almost.

I backed away from my viewpoint. Our position was illuminated by the sickly yellow lighting above. If they turned, they'd see us. Not that it'd help them much.

'Yep.' I watched them shamble away from us. One dressed in a long coat, and sporting dreadlocks. The other wearing a sleevless white shirt and jeans. Bald. 'Still stoned out of their minds.'

'Ugh.' Xanth shook his head. 'I hate having to do this.'

'We didn't have time for anything else.' I looked back.

'Ah crap.' I said. His figure tensed.

'What ?'

I peered through the door, inwardly cursing as my breath steamed the glass.

'Theres someone else.'

'Who ?'

'Some girl. She's going to her car' I looked again, trying to keep myself hidden. 'Oh hello.'

'What ?' Xanth was crouched behind me. I could hear the frustration in his voice

'They're heading towards her.'

'They the only ones ?'

'Yep. Apart from them, no-one.' I froze at the sudden flash of silver in one of the men's hand. 'And Dreads has a knife.'

For a second, we exchanged glances. Then-

'Move. Go !'

I didn't need telling. Pulling my mask onto my face, I wrenched the heavy door open, and started walking swiftly. Dreads was holding the blade out to one side, and the other man took it.

She hadn't seen them. As she unlocked the car, a hand clamped down on her shoulder. She was spun, shoved into the door, the blade held up to her throat. She struggled as the bald man thrust his face into hers.

'Wallet, bitch ! Now !'

She stared at him, shocked, uncomprehending. I couldn't see his face, but the state of his eyes was easy to imagine.

'Wha- ?'

'Gimme your goddamn wallet !'

She didn't move, her eyes flicking between the two of them. Her leg suddenly kicked out, connecting with the mans knee. Instinctive bravado. He stepped foward, unfazed, and struck her across the cheek with the back of his hand. She slid down the car, clutching her face, tears welling in her eyes.

'Little fighter huh ?' The man was laughing. So was his companion. Both had their backs to us. He crouched down, putting his face into hers once more. Raising the blade.

'Once more. Wallet and keys. Now.'

She spat into his face. He lashed out again, and she cried out. The man stood, backing up and tossing the blade to his companion.

'Make the little bitch squeal.' He chuckled. 'We can have fun with this one.'

His friend moved in, tapping the flat of the blade against his temple. She flinched away, tears welling from between her fingers.

Dread's progress was impeded by the foot that was suddenly between his legs from behind. He let out a squeak, and fell to his knees, clutching himself in pain. Xanth kicked him again, this time in the back of the head, and the user's face smashed onto the floor, nose breaking with a crack. The bald man whirled, froze.

'…the f- ?'

Xanth shrugged. Behind his gold mask, I could see the amusement in his eyes.

'You said to make the little bitch squeal. So I did.'

The man launched himself at Xanth, fists flailing. He didn't get close. I yanked him backwards, so that he faced me, and launched a foot into his chest. He tripped backwards into a support, legs buckling as he hit it and slipped down onto the floor. As he scrambled to his feet, I threw a fist into his jaw. Another crack, and his eyes rolled skyward in their sockets. He fell again, and didn't get up.

The man with the dreadlocks was making an attempt to raise himself, blood pouring from his nose and pooling on the concrete. I nodded at him.

'Xanth. Keep him down.'

The vampire lightly placed a foot on the struggling man's neck and pushed. He stopped moving, giving a low whimper. I bent down to the girl, never once looking at her face. She flinched as I reached a hand out, slipped her cell phone from her pocket and stood. After dialling 911, I tossed it to her. Surprisingly, she caught it, clenching it in her hands. Staring with wide eyes at us. I turned my back on her, and started to walk.

'Thank us later.'

Xanth lifted his foot, picked up the man, and slung him over one shoulder with ease. We stopped by the other one, and he reached down, grabbing the limb figures wrist, and started dragging him with surprising speed towards the stairwell. He left a slick trail of sweat and blood when he moved.

They weren't missed. They were never found, although the police arrived shortly afterwards alongside the ambulance, lights flashing, sirens blaring. And I thought that I'd never hear about the incident again.

I never expected to be wrong.

As always, more to come…