"It's better if i walk away,

Away from from you..."

Chapter 7

BPOV

It was Monday and when the sun comes out to play, the vampires hide away.

Today I felt home, telling Charlie that I would be going to Port Angeles to buy so things. Truthfully I desperately wanted more books to consume my time at home. When I realized just how boring Forks was on the weekend, it seemed like a good idea to find something more to read than Wuthering Heights or Pride and Prejudice.

I drove as fast as my truck would take me, which wasn't very fast. I was worried that I wouldn't make it before all the shops closed. The poor Red Chevy just didn't look like it would survive the journey.

Port Angeles was a beautiful little tourist trap, much more polished and quaint than Forks. It looked exactly as I remembered. The boardwalk by the bay was picturesque and there was a department store a few streets in from the bay area's visitor-friendly face.

I had no trouble finding the bookstore and as I walked in I could smell the paper and ink of the newly printed books, the husk of the old original book. The store was quiet; it was obvious that not many people held my love of the fictional world. I loved books, books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they'll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.

As I scanned the shelves there were all kinds of books; Big, red leather books; Small, brown journals and average size papers back books in a whole rage of colors.

I don't know how long i spent in the store but when I looked out the window it was dark out. I paid for the few books that had peeked my interest and hopefully would keep it for a while. Then left the store behind me on my way back to my car.

A group of four men turned around the corner I was heading for, dressed too casually to be heading home from the office, but they were too grimy to be tourists. As they approached me, I realized they weren't too many years older than I was. I scooted as far to the inside of the sidewalk as I could to give them room, walking swiftly, looking past them to the corner.

"Hey, there!" one of them called as they passed. Two of them had paused, the other two were slowing. The closest, a heavyset, dark-haired man in his early twenties, seemed to be the one who had spoken. He was wearing a flannel shirt open over a dirty t-shirt, cut-off jeans, and sandals. He took half a step toward me.

Then I got the sense of deja vu and I remembered. This event wasn't unimportant, I probably just blocked it out because of the shock and panic I was in. I didn't reply and continued to walking picking up my pace.

I had changed the future again. Now that I remember, me, Jessica and Angela go Port Angeles tomorrow. Also I was no where near the place I was attacked last time, yet here they were. Maybe this was fate saying that she was the one in control- not me.

"Hey, wait!" one of them called after me again.

However, I thought hopefully as I glanced beside me, the other two men were not here. They weren't herding me. They probably haven't even met up with the other two to make that plan. I listened intently to their quiet footsteps, which were much too quiet when compared to the boisterous noise they'd been making earlier, and it didn't sound like they were speeding up, or getting any closer to me.

I walked faster, my desperation building up faster and faster. I felt, more than saw, a body pass me and stand in front of me. I looked up. Death was walking in my direction in slow motion, and my limbs refused to obey any commands to move, to help me get away from the monsters stalking me.

"Stay away from me," I warned.

"Don't be like that, sugar," he called, and the raucous laughter started again behind me.

I braced myself, feet apart, trying to remember through my panic what little self-defense I knew. But wait, wasn't Edward suppose to find me? I glanced down the road and felt my heart drop, I listen harder and felt my heart pound faster in fear. He wasn't here.

"Why don't you come with us and have some fun?" Another of the men taunted. This was my fault. This was karma for my stupidity, for trying to change the future.

I silently snorted at my thoughts. Oh, I changed the future alright. And that future no contained me being assaulted by these low-life's.

One of the men went to grabbed me but my fight-or-flight reflexes kicked in. Instead I grabbed at his hand and used his forward momentum to pull him forward, effectively sending my knee straight into his groin. Then I ran. I ran towards my truck like I was being chased by death Himself and, in someways, I probably was.

I don't think I would've gotten away if it wasn't for Jasper teaching the vampire me how to fight.

I was so close I could see my truck parked on the pavement. I could see the lamp post light just beside it. I was...so close.

Strong arms wrapped around me and threw me against the wall. The crunching sound of my head hitting stone caused me to wince and the corners of my sight became black.

No, I wasn't going down this way.

The man that had caught me, must have been faster than the others because they were panting halfway down the street said, "Stupid bitch" or "You'll be so much fun." I refused to be both a 'bitch' and 'fun'. As I mans confidence grew, he loosened his grip on me and i took my chance. I thrust the heel of my hand upward, hopefully breaking his nose, I didn't stay to long to find out.

This time as I ran, no one was behind me and i made it to my truck. I was panting and shaking and my head throbbed. I could smell the salt and rust of my blood as it dripped from my wound but I refused to pass out. Not yet. I had to get to the hospital...