I know that I really shouldn't start another story while I'm still writing the other one but I'll update both. I promise. This idea just randomly came to me and I had to write it. Sorry if someone else already has.

Takes place during Twilight while Bella is being stalked by those four guys in Port Angeles. Then Edward comes and saves her in his shiny silver Volvo. What would happen if Edward didn't get there soon enough?

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse.

My brain was frozen in place like a wheel that could no longer turn. I was paralyzed by my own fear. I knew exactly what was about to happen but I could do nothing to stop it. Soon, I would be nothing more than a news story of a young, innocent girl found dead on the streets of Port Angeles. There was no one here to save me.

I stopped dead in my tracks. There were two men on either side of me. I had no chance of out running them or fighting them off. All hope was lost.

They were close enough now that I could see the sick, twisted grins of the two men in front of me. I spun on my heel, only to see that the others had expressions that matched. They would enjoy this. I could see it on their faces.

"Hey honey," said one man from behind me, causing me to jump into the air. He chuckled lightly before continuing. "You look a little scared. Anything we can do to help?"

What was I supposed to do? My mind was stuck. Scream! I tired to gasp in as much oxygen as possible but my breathing was too shallow. I couldn't make a sound and I was starting to become light headed, dizzy.

"Ya, don't worry Babe," the one next to him, "we won't bite."

They were only feet from me now. I forced my legs to move, dashing out into the street. My only hope of escape. An arm caught me suddenly around my waist and I grunted as I was pulled back onto the sidewalk.

"Now, now," someone said "not trying to run away from us now are you?"

I shook my head numbly, his arm circling my waist was painfully tight.

"Because that would be a very bad idea, wouldn't it boys?" he continued. They nodded in agreement. I stood, paralyzed by my own fear, unable to move, to scream, to save myself.

"I want her first this time Jared," the man holding me said to one of his companions.

"No fair! You got the last one first!" he replied, outraged.

"Boys, since you can't seem to stop fighting, I'm going to get her all to myself." The oldest looking one said. Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision.

"Aw, come on!" the other man said. He came over to me and the man with his arm still tightly wrapped around the middle of my body. That one griped me so tightly he was going to leave bruises, not that it would really matter in the long run. "Such a pretty thing," he continued, stroking my face with his fingertips. "How old are you?"

I was stunned. I couldn't speak. I couldn't do a damn thing!

"I SAID HOW OLD ARE YOU!" his voiced was raised and his spit flew into my face. When I still couldn't say a word, he slapped me across my cheek, hard. It felt like I had been burned, and I tried not to dwell on the fact that this was simply a small sample of the pain I was about to face.

"S-sevent-teen" I managed to choke out.

"Very good," he said, easily pleased.

"Hey Paul! That's not very nice," the one holding my waist spoke again. His lips pressed against the red blotch, slowly forming on my cheek. It stung badly and I gasped out loud. "You like that do you honey?" his lips now trailed along my jaw, down my neck. "I could give you so much more . . ." he trailed off suggestively.

I shook my head back and forth, trying to get his mouth off me. It had found it's way down my shoulder, and his nose was slowly pushing the sleeve of my blouse off me.

"Ahh, you don't want me Darling?" he questioned, moving his face to the hallow beneath my throat. "That's too bad for you then, isn't it?" I whimpered as his lips moved against my bare skin. "Guys, leave me alone with her. Take Paul's car home and I'll meet you there when I'm done with her."

"Fine," the one called Jared said in a huffy voice. I barely herd the sound of three pairs of retreating feet.

"Mmm . . ." his breathing began to speed up. Quick gusts of hot air were being blown onto my exposed skin. "Now where shall we begin?"

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