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

Chapter 6

"You!" my voice was shaking with incredulity. OK, clearly the shock of being attacked was getting to me and I was hallucinating. This could not be the man who had saved me. He was a selfish arrogant jerk whom I hated! Why would he save me?

"Ah so she speaks at last. I must admit you had me worried for a minute there. You've been in my company for about a minute and haven't insulted me once." he spoke in a mocking tone and I realised with a sickening clarity that he had saved me. Great I owed a narcissistic jerk my life. The universe did hate me. I straightened my back and attempted to walk off with my dignity. At least that was what I planned, the second ii stepped away from him my legs gave way beneath me and I almost face planted on to the path. Two ice cold arms wrapped around me seconds before I hit and to my horror my cheeks flushed bright red. Bella was the blushing one, I didn't give a damn what people thought of me. So why was I embarrassed in front of this guy. I could practically see him smirking behind me.

"My my I didn't know you'd fall for me that fast." his drawling voice was pissing me off to no end. I growled a warning but still he carried on. "Here I thought you had enough sense not to walk alone at night, you never know what monsters lurk in the shadows. Guess I overestimated your mental capabilities....You still look quite pale, should I take you home?"

My anger had been rising as he spoke but the image of dad seeing me like this popped into my mind and fear swamped me. "No you can't take me home, my dad will kill me. Just let me rest for a couple of seconds." Maybe if I could regain the use of my legs I could walk around a bit and calm down. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and then a startled yelp came out of my mouth as my legs were swept up from under me. I was moving but my legs weren't on the ground and I was pressed against something cold and hard. A feeling of dread overcame me and I looked up. Yep. Worst situation possible. The arrogant, haughty, disdainful creep, whose face kept on appearing in my mind, had saved my life and now was carrying me in a bridal style along the streets of Forks. I wanted to sink into a deep dark hole and never come up. If my cheeks got any redder I could get a good job as a traffic light.

After a few seconds I noticed that something felt unusual about the way he was holding me. The only one to hold me like this had been dad when he had carried me to bed. This was different, dad had been warm and comfy this guy was ice cold and hard. I could feel his muscles below the shirt he wore. Stop thinking like that! With dad there had been the familiar thump of his heart against my ear, with this guy noth-...WHAT! I pressed my ear to his chest, it couldn't be, the man didn't have a heartbeat.

"Not that I don't like this position but why are you doing that?" he asked smoothly, looking down with one eyebrow raised. Damn it! Why did he always find me at my weakest moments? I hated contact with people, so why did leaning in to him feel so natural? My cheeks turned crimson again and I looked away, I was not looking at him till he put me down. But he didn't show any sign of stopping, sighing I tried to relax, which was surprisingly easy in his arms. Weariness slowly consumed me and I closed my eyes again, slowly leaning into the jerk, my saviour.

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I couldn't believe it when the little dynamite fell asleep in my arms. I was one of the most feared creatures on earth yet she was slumbering peacefully in my arms. In fact her little hands were clutching my shirt almost as if she was trying to keep him near. Her chest was moving up and down and my feet ground to a halt. So this was what breathing looked like. Fascinating. The steady beat of her heart was so intriguing as was the flow of her blood. How on earth could she trust me enough to fall asleep in my arms? That attack must have exhausted her more than I had thought. This interest in a human was unhealthy, I had to end it soon. I saw a sheltered bench in the corner and promptly dropped her on it.

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I opened my eyes in shock as I felt my butt contact with something wooden. "Ouch!" I yelped and began to rub my back in an attempt to ease the pain. That was going to leave a bruise. The noise of someone sitting down came to the right of me and I looked to see that guy sitting on the bench he had dropped me on. I really needed to find out his name. My anger flared as I realised he had just dropped me on my ass. Lifting up a hand I banged his shoulder. Wouldn't you know it, it was as hard and cold as his chest. "Oww." I yelled as my hand began to throb. Perfect, I punch a guy and I get hurt. His infuriating grin was back and if my hand wasn't hurting I would slap it off his face.

"Wow, you really know how to treat a rescuer." this time he spoke with a lot of sarcasm. Guilt settled in my mind. Jerk or not he had saved my life and had calmed me down afterwards.

"Sorry. It's just been a rough night." God why did my voice have to come out so sad and pathetic? "So what's your name." He gave me an odd look, like I had surprised him some how.

"Caius." he muttered looking away, I nodded. 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." My dad was a policeman so I knew that it was rare for girls to be saved like I had. A sudden breeze h it my face and he looked away, sort of like he was struggling with something, his other hand was clenched tightly on the bench wood. "Caius?" I asked craning my head to get a better look at him. A wave of fear washed over me as his eyes met mine. His were flaring with some primeval emotion and I felt like a mouse staring at a cat that was hungry. My throat was dry and my limbs felt like stone. I couldn't move as his head bent closer to my neck. My heart began to beat erratically and my breath began to come out in spasms.

His hands moved like lightening and held me in place like bands of steel. I wasn't sure what he was doing but it was terrifying me. I then heard him inhale, like he was smelling something, a feral growl came from his mouth. Time passed. Hours, minutes, seconds? I didn't know. All I was aware of was Caius holding me and my fear.

"Why do you effect me so much?" his voice had lost it's haughty tone and was now raw and guttural. It sent shivers down my spine; not only from fear. He leaned down into my neck and I felt something scrape against my skin oh my god his teeth.

AN: What do you think. I wanted to show Caius' predator side more. Please read and review!

Sneak Peak

"Thanks for showing me around Jason." I said my voice dripping with fake sweetness. Ugh! This kid was annoying. He smiled at me and took my hand in his. My skin crawled as he pulled me down the road I could have sworn I heard a growl from the trees behind me.