Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer and all the characters except my OC

Chapter 5

Dinner was nice, dad can't cook at all and mum has created some of the weirdest "food" I have ever seen so Bella and I had learned to cook from an early age just to survive. Bella was better but I could at least make something normal. Sausage and mash. Most of the conversation came from me. See I have my mums skill of turning a couple of words into a speech, dad and Bella were fine with just making occasional inputs. Guess that's why I got on with them, they aloud me to vent and I allowed them to get away with saying a word or two. I did not get on with arrogant, mean, snobbish jerks! Ugh!! Get him out of my head! Dad coughed and I looked up, he had an almost fearful look and glancing down I saw that I had cut through the sausage and was now sawing into the plate.

Blushing, I took a drink and tried to act normally for the rest of dinner. Dad offered to clean up so I went up to my room and lay on the bed. My sketch book was sticking out of my bag, reaching over I flicked it open to a random page, and would you believe it, it stopped on his portrait. Close it. I told myself firmly. But my hand wouldn't obey and his eyes stared into mine. Why did all the gorgeous guys have to be jerks? It was the impossible quest: To find the perfect guy. Bella was convinced she had (but I had my doubts about that), mum thought Phil was the one (he was nice but he wasn't dad) and dad was great but he was my dad. You don't think about dads like that. Weariness began to overcome me, and my eyes began to drop. The last thing I saw before drifting into dreamland was his infuriating smirk.

Sunday soon came, I was up by 11 and fully concious by 12. Is there such a time as "Sunday morning"? I think it's a myth like "low-fat chocolate". Dad was out again and I had the house to myself. That meant one thing: hair dyeing. I rummaged around in my bag and found a packet of purple dye. Smiling I headed to the bathroom. I had been doing this for years, mum had taught me how, soon I was sitting on the couch with wet black hair and purple stripes in it. The TV was on, but as usual there was nothing to watch. My dad had left his mobile behind for some bizarre reason. Curiosity got the better of me and I flicked it open. Scanning down contacts I found the number I was looking for. Bella. Smiling I pressed call and waited for her to pick up.

Hello? Damn. I was not in the mood to deal with Bells creepy fiancée.

Hey there...Edmund was it. Listen I would really appreciate it if I could talk to my sister no.

It's Edward and Bella is out right now. But why don't you just break into our home again to see for yourself. How the hell had he known I broke into his house?

I wasn't anywhere near your house. (Teensy weensy little white lie there)

My sister Alice saw you climb up the window and jump in and my brother Jasper was at home when you entered.

Was he the freak growling at me? And I checked that house top to bottom how could I not have seen him? (Stupid curiosity)

So you were in our house. His voice sounded triumphant, amused and it annoyed the hell out of me.

Look Mr. I'm so much better than everyone else, if I want to see my ill sister it's none of your concern! I don't bloody care what she's got, smallpox, measles, rabies, I don't care because she's my sister and I love her. So what if I broke into your house I'd gladly do it again to see her. One way or another I am going to see Bella and there is nothing you can do about it.

I hung up and smiled widely, I loved having the last word. Sure it was immature but whoever said I was mature? For the rest of the day I sat in front of the TV enjoying Dads movie collection. The man had taste in films. A few hours later dad came back. I yelled a greeting while I watched Jaws, it was just getting good when I heard dad shout from the kitchen.

"Hey El would you mind getting some fish from the store? We're all out and my leg is killing me."

Sighing, I paused the film and put on my shoes. The night was cold and I hugged my jacket to my body, the store was a fair walk away and I was grateful the street lights were on. The store was just about to close so I bought a couple of haddock and began the lonely walk home. I was walking along when the lamps began to flicker then the lights behind me switched off and I was left alone in the darkness. I began to walk home cursing myself for not agreeing to get a ride with dad. The street was empty and desolate, I was walking when I heard it a second pair of footsteps behind me. Without looking back I sped up praying that whoever it was would leave. More footsteps appeared and I knew there was a group. Dread began to wash over me and I walked even faster. Then a guy stepped in front of me with a glazed and drunken look on his face.

"Well looks like we got lucky tonight boys." I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I breathed through my mouth. There were 3 of them, the one in front of me seemed to be the leader, the 2 behind me chortled and panic ran through my eyes. Forcing myself to clam I brought back memories of my old self defence class and adjusted my stance slightly. A large sticky hand grabbed my elbow, I grabbed it and twisted grinning at the yelp of surprise. Another of the guys grabbed my sides so I lifted my leg and kneed him in the groin. As soon as I was free I bolted for the light as fast as my legs could carry me. I was just about to reach it when something hard and bulky slammed me into the brick wall.

Pain erupted in my side, but before I could cry out a hand covered my mouth. It was the leader of the 3. He was breathing heavily and his arms looked me up and down with an appreciative look. What was he thinki-. Oh no. NO, no no! This couldn't be happening to me. Not in Forks, not when my dad was chief of police. No. But as his hand moved to my chest I realised it could and was going to happen. Just before this monster touched me he was wrenched away and hit the lamp post.

My body started to shake as shock and relief set in, a panic attack. I heard someone call my name.

"Eleanor! Eleanor?"

The voice was familiar but I couldn't place it. Suddenly, a pair of hands gently held my shoulders and began to push me somewhere. The hands were cold but they didn't revolt me as that monsters had done, they rubbed my shoulders in a comforting way and my heartbeat began to slow down. That voice whispered in my ear.

"Breathe, just breathe Eleanor. He's gone he can't hurt you now. Come now where's that spitfire who said she'd never see me again?" The voice now held a tinge of amusement and arrogance

That struck my memory and I stopped looking into the blood red eyes of that jer- man who I kept on seeing. He had saved me. My brain started to function again and I turned to face him.

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Eleanor Swan. That was her name, I had over heard that newborn, Bella I think her name was, complain about how she couldn't see her sister. After hearing her describe her sister I knew it could only be one person. Strange the name meant light yet she seemed to have drawn one of the darkest creatures on the planet to her. I had decided to wait a day or two before seeing her again. Then on my way to the Cullen house I had smelt her and them. Her fear had been great yet she was able to take down two of her attackers I was about to leave when I saw the 3rd man slam her into a wall. I knew instantly what that human wanted to do to her. A dark and raging fury had filled me, why I felt this way I didn't know but I let it consume me as I ripped him away from her. Breaking his neck in the progress, he was lucky I wanted to make him scream in agony and cry for mercy. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to leave not while she was in such a state. Guess some of the manners from my old life still remain with me.

Her skin was warm beneath my fingers and felt curiously nice. Her face was shocked and scared, that would never do, if she was to entertain me she needed to have some spirit in her. I used that tone of voice she hated and sure enough she recognised me.

AN: Do you think I wrote that fight scene well, I usually suck at writing action scenes but I think I did that OK. I'm trying to develop this relationship slower than some of my other fics. Hope you enjoy it.

Sneak Peak

Caius so that was his name, it sounded ancient but powerful. Ever so slowly I reached my over and grabbed his lightly, he looked up with suspicion and caution in his eyes. His skin was so cold but felt nice in my hand.

"Thank you for saving me Caius."