Okay I Have UPDATED! WOOT! I did have an authors note on saying that I was suffering writers block. BUT! I stayed up late watchign Peter Pan yes Peter Pan! and drinking some good ol' TEA! And right now I'm praying that this chapter does not Disappoint anyone.

chapter 5 should come faster cuz' its pretty much what happens in the book plus what I have to say

I do not own Twilight but it kicks Ass!

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- Twink2214

- amethystroses

- inuyukilover

That voice...the voice that made my blood rush, that filled my once blank dreams with pleasent images of him and his mysterious topaz eyes. The voice that sent shivers down my spine and made me feel a way I have never felt in my entire life.

A pleading whimper escape passed my lips. I pleaded that Edward heard it. I pleaded Edward to take me away from here. I pleaded that he would take me into his arms and whisper to me that it would be alright.

"Deal with him!" yelled Greg before returning his attention once again to me. One of his hands pushing the end of my shirt up, the other holding my waist down on the ground. I started to struggle again, tears once again forming.

"Let me go! Edward! Please help me..." that last part came out as a low whisper. I looked over Gregs shoulder towards Edward and the three goons. The thrid one had finnaly aquired a weapon, a switch blade. 'No, no, no no no,' that one word racing over and over again in my head. Images of Edward being killed flashed in my mind. Forcing my eyes closed I returned my attention back to Greg. My mind was racing, trying to remember what little self defense I knew. Only one thing came to my mind. Hitting him where I know that no man alive is imune from.

I pulled my legs back and kicked Greg as hard as I could, but of course, my bad luck was still with me, I only managed to kick just above his knee, no damage caused to him.

Greg grabbed my legs and pushed them back under him. Then he crawled back ontop of my body, once again moving his hands under my shirt. His fingers brushing over my bra, squeezing my breasts so hard that I screamed out in pain.

A low growl filled the room. Edward.

"Greg, did you just hear this guy? He just fucking growled!" laughed one of the 3 guys, I couldn't tell what one. His comment erected nervous chuckles from the guys. Even Greg.

My gaze returned to Edward, who had not moved an inch after bursting in. As I felt Gregs hand slip under my bra I locked gazes with Edward. What I saw in his eyes made my breath catch in my throat, and my body to freeze.

His usual light topaz eyes, basically held no colour. They were pitch black, darker than the first day I met him. Fear gripped my body. Anger, and fear raged through his eyes, there was something else but I couldn't place it.

"What's wrong with you buddy? Scared? You better just turn around and leave, you don't have to worry 'bout getting killed if you do. Don't worry 'bout the girl. She's in very good hands with us." announced the man with the baseball bat, his voice slurrled slightly.

Greg removed his hand from my chest and roughly grasped my chin, forcing me too look at him. "You shouldn't be watching stuff like that my little beauty. You never know...it could give you nightmares." he smirked, before crushing his lips once again onto mine. I gagged when he forced his tounge into my mouth. The taste of blood no longer lingered on his tounge.

All of a sudden an agonized scream filled the warehouse. Greg ripped his lips off of mine and looked over his shoulder. I pushed myself onto my arms, pulling myself away from him. I too looked over to where the scream came from, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling painfully.

The door was closed, Edward inside. He had the chain, which not so long ago was in the hands of one of the three guys, held in one of his hands. It was wrapped around the guys throat, his feet were 2 inches off of the ground. The guy was making gurgling sounds, saliva sputtering out of his mouth as he struggled to breath.

The other two guys stood in utter shock for a minute before snapping back to reality, and rushing to their friends aide.

I was too scared to move, it felt as if my heart had stopped. It wasn't until my lungs started to scream at me that I noticed I had stopped breathing. I inhaled a lung full of air, pushing my back up against the wall, bringing my legs up and wrapping my arms around them. Eyes wide open as I watched the scene fold out before my eyes.

The face of the guy, that Edward was holding off of the ground by the chain, was pure red from lack of oxygen. His struggles starting to slow. A small trickle of blood trickling down the side of his mouth.

The man with the baseball bat ran to Edwards right side, raising the bat up with both of his hands, he brought it down hard. My eyes snaped shut, awaiting for the sound of Edwards skull smashing in.

The sound of wood splintering echoed throughout the warehouse. The sound rining in my ears, even after the sound stopped.

Then it was quiet, except for the harsh ragged breathing from the man Edward held captive.

"What the hell?"

"No Way!"

The guys were yelling, shock, fear, and confusion ozzing in their voices. Quiet stumbling footsteps echoed throughout the warehouse. Then they stopped.

"Whoaargh!" screamed one of the men, then the sound of the chain fence being pushed back.

Forcing my eyes back open, I caught a glimpse of the baseball bat weilding man slide down the fence, which was nearly flattened down by the force of impact. I noticed that he no longer held the bat. I looked towards the door just as Edward threw the man he held captive at the switchblade weilding man. The baseball bat lay beside his foot, split in 2 complete halves, wood splinters lay all over the ground, a few on Edwards shoulder.

"Bloody bastard.." Gregs voice came to my ears. Slowly I returned my gaze once more too him. Sweat was trickling down his face and neck, his body clearly shaking in fear. His two friends that were laying on the ground, started to rise. One, that had the chain wrapped around his neck, only stood to fall back down. Blood flowing out of his mouth.

Bile rose into the back of my throat as I looked away, trying to push the sounds that he was making out of my mind.

"I hate repeating myself." Edwards voice was dripping with mailce and hatred. It sents shivers down my spine, and by the looks of it, those of the four men.

He took a step further into the warehouse, the guy with the switchblade stepped away from him. Edwards eyes, were watching nothing but Greg. His hands flexing every few seconds. His jaw looked as if it would snap if he got any more tense.

I blinked, but when I re-opened my eyes, the guy with the switchblade was a foot in the air. Edward held the guys neck in his grasp. Cutting off his airway, the blade no where to be seen. The mans hands were clawing at Edwards hand, attempting to free himself. Greg was on his feet.

"Get your fucking hands off of my brother!" he demanded, his voice quivering. He reached for his back pocket. It was then that I knoticed that he held various sized knives on the back of his belt.

"Give me what I want, I'll give you what you want. I'll even allow you and your friends to live," flowed through Edwards lips as a low growling whisper.

Greg stood there unmoving, then he backed up towards me and grabed my arm. Pulling roughly he brought me infront of him, his arm around my waist, he held one of his blades to my throat. "If you know whats best for you and this girl, you'll let go of my little bro and go back to where ever it is you came from." Greg said, well actually growled.

I brought my arms up to hold onto his arm, the one attached to the hand holding the knife. Trying to make at least a few centimetres distance between the knife and my throat.

If someone were to walk in, it would look like a scene from one of those old western movies. Just minus the guns, sand, and all that other stuff. Just two pissed of men, both holding what eachother wants. Both ready to kill what eachother wants if soemthings goes wrong.

My eyes went from Edwards stone hard face, to the couch where one of the other two guys wasss leaning over. I couldn't see the front of the couch, but by the looks of it, the guy was trying to help his friend.

A croaked voice turned my attention back to Edward, "G-Greg, just let the guy have the girl, we..neh'..we can always find another one." Gregs brother was clutching Edwards hand, it was amazing he was able to talk. Edwards grip looked deadly. Then again in the state he was in, he was deadly.

It was quiet again, the only sounds were comming from Gregs brother (his breathing), and silent murmers from over by the couch. My breathing was jagged to my ears, sweat pouring down my cheeks.

Then to my great relief, Greg released me. I stumbled two feet forward, and looked at him. His face was directed towards his brother as he said calmly, "Alrigth I let her go, now give me back my brother, and take your bitch and leave." the last part came through clenched teeth.

I turned back to Edward as I heard a 'thump' sound. Gregs brother was curled up on the floor, dragging in as much breath as his lungs could hold. Edward motioned for me to go to him, not taking his eyes of off Greg, just in case he were to do anything to me.

Slowly, making sure that my legs wouldn't give out on me, I made my way over to him. Shaking from relief.

Well what do you think? I should have chapter 5 up tommorow or so.

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