Tell me what you think. This is my first street racing fic, but def not my last. Hope you enjoy and please review!

-All cars are on my profile as well as what each person looks like, including the crew: Sin Bad's.-

"Yeah, I'm sure," I said, taking over the kitchen. I put the tacos and sides onto plates and put them on the table. John sat down and we started to eat, but I was mulling over what I could do. I could phase, take Tiger on, and then contact the pack if more vampires come. It's possible. Oh, god! I really am a danger magnet.

We ate in silence, Pam constantly casting worried glances at me. I ignored them and just ate as much as I could. I was going to win, he was going to die, and I would live threat-free. I knew it would work. It had to work. I would keep my family safe, even if D.K. caused it all to go out of balance. My own imprint threatened my family. I always knew it was strange that he contacted me only after I was back in Phoenix. It was strange. . .

I told Sam I needed tomorrow afternoon off, which I usually got anyway.

"Who is patrolling at noon?" I asked him.

"Jake, Paul, Embry, and Brady. Why?"

"No reason," I smiled, "Just want to know who would be out and about."

"Oh. . . kay. I'm just going to pretend I know you aren't up to something no good."

I grinned, "You know me too well."

"Way too well."

I got in my car at eleven and hit the streets, burning rubber as I hit one hundred and tried to make it to my destination before the given time flew by.

At eleven fifty-five, I made it to the warehouse and opened the door.

"I'm here, Tiger. What the hell - holy shit!" I gasped. In the middle of the room, the Cullen's sat, tied to each other with ropes and copper wires. There was no way they could get out unless they were helped.

"Tiger, you promised."

He sauntered towards me. His black and orange hair bright and vibrant. It reminded me so much of when I was still a normal person, when he wanted to kill me then.

"They came here on their own, and tried to fight me. But my powers are too great."

"What are your-"

I saw black and was falling. "Oh," I mumbled.

The blackness faded and I scrambled up.

"But, I want to keep you conscious while we fight. That way, I can have some fun hearing you scream."

I glared at him, "But I think you forget. I'm not human either."

His eyes widened, "What are you talking about! Yes you are!"

"Take a wiff. Smell horrible, huh?"

Tiger took a large sniff, then gagged. "What is that smell?"

"I own a dog," I smirked. "Now, I have a six day old daughter at home. Can we please get this over with so I can go and feed her."

"Six days old?" Tiger smiled. "Looks like we'll have to go there next. Were you cheating on D.K. and got pregnant?"

"No, I would never. The kid is his. It's always going to be his. Now, will you please hurry this up? I have things to do."

"Gladly," he lunged at me and I jumped and phased, mid-air. He froze in shock and I used that moment to grab his arm and throw it away from his body. He screamed in agony and lunged at me.

Holy shit! Bella has a leech! Paul thought.

Shut the hell up! I can't concentrate! I growled.

I grabbed his other arm and tossed it aside. He was armless, which was great. He could hurt me that way.

He glared at me and I started to feel blackness.

Shit. He's doing that thing again.

Where are you? We're on our way Embry shouted through my head.

Port Angeles, warehouse. He has the Cullen's and his gift is to make you unconscious, or something like that.

We can tell. Fight it and we'll be there soon. We didn't exactly tell Sam either.

Oh, god, you're going to get yourselves killed, I scolded.

That's the Bella we know and. . . love Paul grumbled.

Oh, you like the leeches too.

I like the big one and the fighter guy. Other than that-

You're gay! I knew it! No one would believe me . . . I trailed off.

I fought the blackness like they said and jumped on Tiger. I tore his head off just as the blackness took over. . . Then there was nothing. Shit.

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