Bad Knight In Shining Armor?
by flightlessbirdje
Disclaimer: These characters do NOT belong to me. This setting DOES belong to me. Stephanie Meyers is the creative brain behind these characters, not me, so no copyright infringement is intended. No reproduction is allowed without my written consent.
This is a 18+ story, so please leave if you aren't old enough.. you are welcome to come back when you are 18
A big Thank you to my Beta Lovesurfer; love you and your hard work for making this a great story
Chapter 2
When I first saw them I could see they were not from here. They were unaware of any danger this part of town beholds.
She is beautiful and her kids; I think they are twins, are really nice never screaming bloody murder for nothing like most kids do in this neighborhood.
I think something happened because real fast they got into the habit of never looking at anybody and running to the car, never in the dark. Yeah, I see it all.
But I also saw 'the gangsters of the hood' checking out her routine, learning everything about her and her kids. They are planning something and you can bet your ass it won't be a nice visit.
Shit, why do I feel like I need to help other people? Why did she come to live here? Why do I have a hero-complex? I laugh out loud, that is what I call it… hero-complex… my need to help people.
I need to make my cabin ready. I need a check list, I need to sleep now.
Damn, I need to take care of a situation right now.
As I turn on my outdoor lamp, I can see the gangsters walking around her house.
I take my gun and sneak out of my house. I don't want to wake her or her kids so I knock the gangsters out one by one. Those stupid boys don't know a thing about sneaking around, hahaha.
They split up all by themselves so it was easy. They never saw or heard me.
I leave them there. I know they'll awake soon and run like scared dogs with their tails between their legs.
But I do know now that they'd come back soon, maybe even tomorrow night.
So no time for sleep, time to pack and make my to-do-list.
TO_DO
Pack my winter clothes.
Order enough food and other groceries for four months for four people.
Pick up my jeep and get my 'survival kit'.
Call in.
Make sure nobody will miss them.
Check the weather forecast.
Get some kid's stuff, toys and books.
Contact the rest of the guys.
It is 6AM and the sun is still under. I am ready and waiting for the lights to turn on across the street.
They get up every day at 7AM, routine is good for kids… but the bad guys know it too and work with it.
The food and other groceries are going to be delivered at our pit stop address.
The guys make sure the clothes for her and the kids are there too, so we can go off after we ate something and we all went to the toilet.
Nobody knows where my cabin is, not even the guys. We all got one safe place nobody knows. It is a security measure.
The lights turn on a cross the street.