Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me – they belong to Stephenie Meyer – except Anastasia and Scorpius

Bpov

The men were coming closer, this close to the magic entrance to the magical underground city of Port-Angeles I had no knowledge to what species these men were. They could be anyone, anything.

"Stay away from me" I shouted and I heard one of them chuckle

I looked around heart beating a mile a minute but saw no one coming, no rescue. The alley was totally silent the only sounds the men's approaching footsteps and heavy breathing. Usually when I was in any kind of dangerous situation Anastasia would be with me and fight off any thing that even thought about hurting me often blasting it to pieces and often leaving it a bloody mass on the floor.

Still she wasn't here now, I was alone. But I hadn't lived with Anastasia all these years and not learned a trick or two.

I grabbed the silver locket around my neck, the engraved locket I always tried to wear and raised it up aiming it in the direction of my attacker. As I opened it and a beam of light blasted outwards making me stagger slightly. This light hit one of the men in the leg. A bull's-eye.

He yelled and fell to the floor legs buckling and burning. I winced a little as I saw his leg shutting the locket. Just before he fell to the floor I had seen his leg, the beam had shot straight through with mega force and I could see the alleyway through the beam, it was at least five inches wide. That has got to hurt, his yells were enough proof.

Two of the men stopped dead in their tracks, the other wasn't so smart and took a full on lunge at me, I reacted just fast enough and opened my locket turning my head and shutting my eyes instinctively, but this meant I wasn't really aiming at all.

I felt him slam into my body as his body fell past me landing on the floor taking me with him knocking all the wind out of me. He didn't move after that and using all my strength heaved his body of me and scrambled away still on the floor. His lower chest had a still shining beam through it and his shirt was turning red through spreading blood.

I turned to the other who looked mortified.

"Run" I advised them getting up, they didn't need telling twice and legged it like away from the scene like hell was chasing them.

I looked down at the men the one who got blasted in the leg was whimpering on the floor, the other unconscious. I pulled out my mobile and called ambulance for the men. The one who got a blast through the leg would almost certainly live but the one with the blast through his stomach would definitely die without immediate medical attention.

I looked down, only humans, that was one hell of a relief, for me anyway. If they had been warlocks or most other kinds of life I'd have stood no chance.

What were these men human rapists or something despicable? Of course a warlock wouldn't want a human girl for anything like that, as Anastasia pointed out once witches were apparently better at sex than human girls. How? I didn't even want to ask.

I started to walk away maybe they'd live maybe they'd not, it was a bit of an upsetting thought but my consolidation was it had been in self defense and they certainly did deserve something to teach them a lesson.

The one with the leg injury he'd no doubt end up in a wheelchair, both would need probably surgery, the locket had burned right through their bones, like a laser. That would teach them, I'd probably saved some future girls from harm.

I was thankful now that Anastasia was not here with me, she would have killed all four of the humans with magic. She had a limited tolerance when it came to humans let alone rapists. Still I wasn't pointing any fingers at her, it was her who'd given me this necklace in the first place so technically she had sort of saved me.

Still if she found out any one of these men ever tried anything on me she would make me identify them – which I would because she always got these sort of things out of me – then hunt the men down and...well you can imagine, it would get messy. So this was going to remain my secret, I just had too much mercy. Anastasia always said it would be the death of me.

I walked away from the men with more haste, not scared of them, they wouldn't be a danger to anyone for quite some time. I was hurrying away from what worse things could emerge in this area. I was going to find Angela and Jessica again. They were probably waiting for me in that Italian restaurant by now.

I combed through the streets feeling safer and safer the further away I got from that place after a walk I reached the Italian restaurant, they were probably inside now and I may have missed most of the meal but that didn't matter too much, I'd lost my appetite.

I was about to walk in the door still thinking of an excuse to explain the filth on my trousers and the slight bloodstain on my blouse when I head a screech of wheels from the road and then a voice.

It yelled "Bella!"

Sorry to all you reviewers who were hoping for a big Edward-style rescue like in the original Twilight but in Relative Twilight the story line altered and twisted out of Meyer's control, in this story he was just too late.