A/N: I know this was supposed to be up yesterday, but I was out all day and I wasn't actually back home until today, when I got drug away for the entire morning and most of the afternoon, which upon returning home, i left again to work on a slasher CSI Halloween fic with Eleen. So, you're going to get 2 updates one day, but I'm not sure when. Probably not tonight though... This is dedicated to I Luv Carlisle And Edward for the idea upon which this chapter is based.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

Bulletproof

"Don't move a muscle!"

"Newton, drop the weapon."

"Make me, Cullen."

"Now."

"Never!"

"Mike, stop this!"

"Stay out of this, Bella! I don't want you getting hurt!" Mike and Edward chorused as they glared at each other.

"Mike, why are you here? Were you stalking us or something?" She persisted, attempting to sidle her way in front of Edward; she didn't get very far however, before he pushed her back behind him.

"Edward!"

"It's for your own protection, Bella."

"Yes, Bella. We wouldn't want you to scratch up your pretty face." Mike scoffed.

"A scratch? You're pointing a berretta at us and you're saying that it'll only be a scratch?" Edward cried as he stared at the gun in Mike's hand, glinting brightly under the light of the moon. "Newton, are you mad?"

"As a hatter." Mike replied, then added as an after thought, "And by the way, I'm pointing the gun at you, Cullen; not her."

"Good to know."

"One silver bullet will fix you right up…"

"Silver bullet?" Edward said disbelievingly.

Glancing upwards, he noticed through the trees of the park that the moon was indeed full.

"Oh, oh no." He groaned, irritated. "Please don't tell me that you think I'm a werewolf."

As a way of reply, Mike pulled a magazine out of his pocket, the tips of fifteen silver bullets shining in the darkness. Cocking the gun, he slid the cartridge back into his back pocket, smirking.

Even though the situation was far from funny, Bella couldn't help but let out a few giggles from behind Edward.

"No way do you think I'm a werewolf!" Edward continued to storm, completely insulted that someone would compare him in even the slightest way to a dog. Spreading his arms, he continued: "Newton, I think you forgot to take one little thing into account. It's a full moon… Do you see me transforming? No! As you can plainly see, I am not spouting thick black hair everywhere! My nail aren't growing into claws, my nose isn't transforming into a snout, my eyes aren't turning red, I don't walk on all fo-"

He stopped dead in the middle of his rant when a loud bang went off.

A gun shot.

Watching as the bullet moved towards him at slow motion, Edward let a smug smile work its way onto his flawless features. A cry came from behind him as Bella tried to fling herself forward, perhaps to block the bullet from hitting Edward. Unfortunately for her, Edward with his superhuman reflexes, was able to grab her wrist and throw her back behind him just before the bullet made contact with the place where his heart would have been if he were still human.

Who knew Michael Newton had such good aim?

Upon impact, the bullet bounced off his chest and ricocheted backwards, making a quick trip back to its shooter.

"Umph!" Mike exclaimed as the bullet collided with his sternum, knocking him to the ground.

"Mike!" Bella screamed as she stared at him from her hiding place behind her vampire boyfriend.

"Come on!" Edward declared as he ran over to a now nearly unconscious Mike.

"What?"

"Come on! We've got to get him to Carlisle!" Edward stated as he picked up Mike and flung him over his shoulder. "Head towards the Volvo!"

"We're taking him to the hospital?"

Edward just nodded.

"But what will happen when he becomes coherent?"

"If he becomes coherent…"

"Edward! Carlisle won't let him die, will he?"

"Not if he can help it. That's why we've got to get there, pronto."

"And what about your secret? Edward, Mike saw you get hit by a bullet and walk away without a scratch. He's obviously going to be suspicious." Bella noted, thinking about the welfare of her guardian angel.

"I'll just have Carlisle claim that they ran some tox screens and say that he was under the influence. Some vodka would make him crazy enough to shoot himself."

"But-"

"No buts, Bella! Take the keys and open the doors!" Edward said as he tossed her the keys.

Getting to work on the Volvo's locks, Bella muttered, "Mike Newton thinks he's so invincible that a bullet couldn't even kill him. Who does he think he is, Superman?"

"No." Edward grinned upon hearing her. "But me on the other hand…"

"Don't get cocky."