Wrote this as an entry to a competition by ..... I chose the sentence "I can't forget that night", and went from there.
So this is from when Edward had his "rebellious period" ten years after him becoming a vampire.
Twilight page 299: "If I followed a murderer down a dark alley where he stalked a young girl - if I saved her then surely I wasn't that terrible."
So this is my take on one of those incidents.
Also, I moved this here because it was its own story but it's better to have all my short stories here.
I can't ever forget that night.
It was freezing out. I wished I'd brought my winter jacket. The cold went right through my thin sweater and worn jeans. My sneakers clamped against the wet asphalt as I walked hurriedly on my way home.
Right now, sneaking out seemed like a very unnecessary and stupid thing to do. I knew it was the frost that was speaking. I'd had a great time, hanging out at my friend's house with a few classmates. Though staying out till three at night really wasn't like me. I was dead tired and freezing.
I decided to take the short cut home. It was in between some dark, tall and pretty intimidating buildings. Rather scary on a night like this, especially now that I was alone. But I swallowed my fears and headed for the dodgy darkness.
I stepped into some kind of pond, and the water reached over my sneaker. I groaned, but kept walking. I had no idea of what I might bump into here. It was too dark for my eyes to even see my shoes for me. Mum would kill me if she knew what I was doing right now. For one, she would freak out if she knew I sneaked out. And if she knew I also walked the so called "dangerous" alley alone… She might send me to military school. I shuddered.
A small sound behind me made me jump. I spun around, alert.
"Hello?" I whimpered, feeling completely idiotic. You're talking to the wall, Marlie, I teased myself. I shook my head and turned again. I set a goal for myself to reach the little area that was lit up by the bluish moonlight. If you get there without dying, I'll give you a snack, I encouraged myself.
This was something I used to do when I was afraid. Pretending I wasn't alone, even when my only company was my own weird head. I'd developed into a pretty good self-comforter.
I, however, didn't reach the light before I felt a huge hand on my shoulder, jerking me to a stop. I gasped loudly and turned automatically. In the dim light I saw a man. From what I could see, he wasn't an old man. He was probably in his mid-twenties or something.
"Um… hi," I said. I started to calm myself. Maybe he just wants to follow you home. If he thinks a little girl shouldn't be out alone. Yes, that was a good, safe explanation.
"Hi, sweetie," the man said in a roaring voice. I backed away a few steps, acting on instinct.
"Can… I help you?" I pressed out and swallowed loudly. The man looked like he grinned, and then he took another step closer to me.
"You can, actually," he said. I smelled his breath from here. It smelled like alcohol. Not as strong as my uncle's breath did on Christmas Eve, but enough that I could smell it. I resisted the urge to hold my breath.
"With what?" I asked in a tiny voice.
"Won't you come with me?" the man said and stretched his arm out to grab mine. I snatched it out of his reach. Suddenly my mum's babbling about dangers and rapists didn't seem so stupid after all. I stared into the man's dark, dangerous eyes with a small whimper, and then I turned to run for it.
His hand caught my arm and yanked me back. I gathered enough breath in my lungs for a loud, alerting scream. My cry only lasted for about one tenth of a second when the man's hold disappeared. I fell to my knees and looked around myself, confused and scared.
A choked sound dragged my attention to behind me, and I spun around with a startled little gasp.
A few feet away from me I saw two men in the bad light from the moon and the far street-lamps. The one that had scared me was pressed to the brick wall, panting for air. The other one held him up by holding his hand under the man's chins. Horrified I saw that my attacker's legs wasn't touching the ground.
"Run," said an unfamiliar, melodic voice. I understood that it came from my savior, and stared at him with wide eyes. He was younger than the other one. His skin was pale and he had messy, bronze hair. He spoke again, his voice intense, but restrained. "Marlie, run!" he ordered urgently.
My mind wasn't functioning enough to really wonder how he knew my name. It didn't matter. I hissed a fast, low "thanks" to him and ran away from both of them. I heard a quiet growl and a short shriek, but didn't turn to see what had happened. I was too eager to get home and into the safeness that was my own, warm bed.
I walked in the backdoor and hurried through the house with less care than I would have if I wasn't scared half out of my pants. When I'd kicked my shoes off and thrown my clothes around the room, I hopped into my bed and under my covers. I was shivering of sheer fright, and let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding.
I was confused and scared, and every part of me wanted to know what had just happened. I wondered who my wonderful savior was and what had happened to the attacker.
One this was for sure.
I can't ever forget that night.
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