Hello, soooooooooo sorry for not updating, I really fucking hate real life. My advise; don't get one. They're no fun and not very inductive in writing fanfics.

Anyways, one with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight! I own nothing except my kitty.


I hated this.

I hated the dark, the loneliness, the never ending silence.

It was all I had, unless I wanted to speak to Alice, and that wasn't always enjoyable. Don't misunderstand me, I love Alice but sometimes she could be too much to deal with.

She was actually why I was driving around these streets on my motorcycle at 1:30am. She came over unannounced and started talking nonsense about how things were going to change for all of us. Alice thought herself to be some sort of psychic. There were a few times when her predictions came true, so I never really discounted her 'visions', but sometimes they were just too far fetched for me to consider. Like her newest one. I got fed up with her trying to persuade me to believe her, I just huffed, grabbed my leather jacket, got on my bike and left my cottage.

Yeah, I said cottage, but really, it was more like one of those huge wood cabin in the middle of a ski resort. It was seven thousand square feet, two floors, five bedrooms, six bathrooms and everything else from a huge living room to a home theater. To most people on the outside, I lacked nothing. But to my closest friends (all of two people), I had nothing.

Nothing that really mattered.

My parents had more than enough money to buy it for me and leave me here in the middle of no where to hide away their shameful, broken son. The son that was once their favorite and could do absolutely no wrong in their eyes. Immediately after the accident, they shuffled me off here, came around once a month to make sure I was still alive and left again. I didn't care honestly, I never really liked my father, he was always so caught up in his company and grooming me to take over one day that he never thought about anything else. My mom on the other hand, I missed her some. When I was younger, she was the perfect mother; loving, happy, fun, caring, but as I got older, she became just like my father. Pushing me for good grades in high school, making sure I went to Dartmouth for a degree in business, never once asking me if all of it was what I wanted.

I was sixteen when I told them that what I really wanted to do was become a musician. I love my piano and guitar, I wanted to go to Julliard and make my dream come true, my father nearly had a stroke and started yelling that there was no way in hell he was going to pay for a school like that. He called it a 'slacker school', for those people that didn't want to do anything real with their life. I had looked to my mom for help. Surely she would help me because she always encouraged my music, saying that it was beautiful and I could really do something amazing with it, but she just sat there, staring at her hands and nodding her head whenever my father needed her to. It was disgusting. From then on I just gave up on them, and decided to go through the motions of the plan they had set up for me to go to college and as soon as I was done with it, I was going to bolt. I figured if I was going to run, I might as well wait until they paid for a decent education for me. That's the least they could do.

But then the accident happened. It was shameful to my parents and my father thought that I was no longer deserving of running his precious company and to my mom I wasn't her perfect, beautiful son anymore. So after I was healed enough, they bought me this penthouse, give me a monthly allowance of more money than I can spend and let me live my life however I want. Which was pretty much detailed of me moping around my apartment, occasionally being visited by Alice or Jasper (Alice's long time boyfriend and the closest thing to a friend I have). I sometimes take walks, but I waited until it was night time, I didn't want anyone seeing me like this.

I looked up, suddenly realizing that I had ridden farther than I planned to. I was at the back end of the city, all the warehouses where back here. I brought my notebook with me, wanting to get some writing done. I use it to write down songs and melodies that I could later use with my piano and guitar.

I slowed down, looking through the alleys and spotted a fire escape a few yards away on one of the old abandoned buildings and thought that it would be as good a place as any to sit for some private time. No one came around this part of town anymore, not unless they had a death wish.

There was an awning over the escape that kept the rain out. At least I could be dry, it was pouring out here and my leather jacket wasn't doing much for me anymore while I was riding through it.

I pulled my bike up under the fire escape, cutting the engine and climbing off.

I climbed up the fire escape and settled in. Not the most comfortable spot on the planet, but it was better than being cooped up with Alice and her talking about her visions.

I had lost track of time, going though pages and pages of my notebook, when I heard a crash. At first I thought it was a stray animal and didn't think about it any longer, too wrapped up in my music. Besides, it was too dark for anyone to see me up here, so I wasn't worried.

It wasn't another minute later when I heard a scream, my head snapped up and I caught sight of two men in the alley, they were both dressed in dark clothing. But the next thing I noticed had me gasping for breath. One of the men was on top of a girl. Yes, a girl. Not a woman, she couldn't be more than nineteen or twenty and from where I was, she seemed to be very pretty.

She was attempting to struggle with her attackers but wasn't having much luck.

Should I help her? Could I just stay here and watch this girl be attacked….raped? I had made it in one of my rules in life to never interfere with other peoples business, it always caused problems. But, could I let this atrocity happen in front of my face? My choice was made when she locked eyes with me. I knew that she couldn't see my face, but she could probably make out that I was here. I could see the fear and desperation in them, pleading with me to help her, to do something. She looked away a couple seconds later and I knew that she thought that I wasn't going to help, she just gave up.

I stood up and quickly made my way down the fire escape, practically jumping off of it. I picked up a wooden board and snuck up behind the man that was holding down her legs and drew it back, swinging it at his head like a baseball bat. He went down like a limp towel.

Now for the next asshole.

I swung again and hit him straight across his head, he started to collapse onto the girl, but I pulled him up by the back of his shirt and threw him a few feet away.

I looked back and forth to the two men, they were both out cold, they had probably been drunk to begin with. I looked down at the girl, she seemed to be close to unconsciousness, her eyes were drooping shut but she still managed to bring her hands up to her face and wipe away the tears I now noticed were falling down her face. I leaned down to her, not really knowing how to reassure her that I wasn't going to hurt her like those other men.

I brushed my finger down her tear stained cheek, trying to wipe it away.

"I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise." I said, hoping that she heard me. A few seconds later, her eyes closed and her entire body went limp.

I sighed, how was I going to ride my motorcycle with her passed out for the four to five miles to my cabin through the woods? I picked the girl up, jeez, she barely weighed anything, and carried her over to my bike, trying to figure out how I could make this work. I was about to say fuck it and just when Alice and Jasper pulled up in front of me in jaspers bright red Hummer.

Completely not obvious, I thought sarcastically.

Alice jumped out of the passenger side and came to open the passenger side back door, not saying a single word.

"Alice…how did yo-" I started to question, but she just put her hand up, cutting me off.

"Do you believe my visions yet, Edward?" She questioned cryptically.

I grumbled and climbed in the back of the car with the girl.

"Wait! What about my bike?" I asked her.

"It's okay, Jasper's throwing it in the back." Alice said, closing the door smoothly behind me.

Throw it in the back. I almost growled at her, but was stopped when the trunk door was opened and I turned to see Jaspers shaggy ass with my bike.

"It's okay, man. I won't throw it, I'll gently roll it into the back." He assured me.

I watched him like a hawk, all the while keeping the girl in my sights from the corner of my eye. It was a snug fit, but the back part of the Hummer/trunk was huge, so he made it work.

"Do you want to take her back to the house, or the hospital?" Jasper asked as he began driving.

"I want to take her back to the cabin, I don't think it's bad enough to go to the hospital." I said quietly, trying to cover up the real reason why I wanted to take her to the cabin.

Alice gave me a funny look, shrugged her shoulders and turned back to the front, watching the road with Jasper.

I gave a closer look at the girl. At first I noticed her injury, a large, bloody cut across the front of her shoulder, near her collarbone. I almost growled, that fucker was cutting her up with a knife.

I was stunned at the almost overwhelming protective feeling I have over her. I hated the thought of any harm coming to her, that wasn't normal at all for me. I'd never felt like that about anyone. I mean, I feel a little protective of Alice, but I trust Jasper enough to know that he won't let anything happen to her, so there isn't really any need for me to feel that way towards her. But this girl somehow brought out feelings in me that I never even knew I was capable of.

"Alice, do you have anything that I can use to stop the blood flow on her shoulder?" I asked her. I didn't think that my hand would do it. The cut was so deep it would probably need stitches.

"Yeah, here you go." She said, handing me back a scarf without looking back at me.

I took it from her and wadded it up and pressed it to her cut, hoping that it would slow down the blood.

In no time Jasper pulled into the garage on the side of the cabin and got out, helping me with the girl.

I carried the girl into the house, Alice holding open doors for me as I walked. Jasper stayed back to unload my bike from his truck.

"Edward, do you want me to stay and help you with her?" Alice asked.

"No, you can go ahead and go home Alice, I can take care if things here myself." I assured her.

"Are you sure Edward?" Alice persisted.

"Yes!" I snapped at her. I didn't mean to, but after everything that's happened I have a short temper with people, often lashing out when they got on my nerves or I became angry. I don't mean to lash out, I just can't seem help it. Trust me, I've tried.

"Okay, okay, jeez!" She held up her hands in surrender. "I just know that you don't do well with…strange people."

"I'm sorry Alice, I didn't mean to snap, I just want to do this by myself." I apologized.

She looked at me strangely before giving me a knowing look.

"Sure you do, Edward. Just don't do anything pervy and don't scare the poor girl. She's been through enough." She said and turned to walk back toward the garage.

I rolled my eyes behind her and closed the door behind her with my foot.

I wouldn't do anything pervy. Who did she think I was? The girl had just been attacked and nearly raped, I wasn't about to let my hormones lose on her and maul her like an insensitive bastard.

I carried mystery girl up the flight of stairs and down the hall into my bedroom and laid her across my bed, pulling the covers back. I checked her pulse and it seemed steady, but I needed to find something to stitch the cut on her shoulder with. I headed to my closet, Alice had put a sewing kit in here somewhere just in case I needed to sew a button back on a shirt or something.

Aha! Found it! I pulled the white and red first aid kit out from behind all the racks and made my way make over to the girl. I checked the cut on her shoulder, lifting the scarf up. The bleeding had slowed but it looked deep; it would definitely need stitches. This wasn't going to be fun.

Did I try to wake her up so she could take some pain pills? Should I just leave her unconscious and hope she didn't wake up halfway through it? I didn't know what to do and I didn't know anyone who knew either.

I thought about calling Alice, asking her if she knew what to do, but thought better of it, remembering my comment to her about being able to handle everything myself.

I figured I have a better chance of her staying unconscious and sleeping through it than trying to wake her up.

I ran into the bathroom, looking through my medicine cabinet until I found the rubbing alcohol. I pulled the needle and some thread out of the box, dipping the needle in the alcohol to sanitize it the best I could and threaded it through.

I moved around on the edge of the bed, trying to find the best position to do this in. I finally settled on my knees and leaned over her, pinching the cut together as gently as possible. I stuck the needle through one side, slowly pulling it through the other side. I repeated it six more times before I was finished, the whole time watching for any signs of her waking up. Thankfully, whoever was listening granted me the small favor of her not waking up yet.

I found a bandage in the bottom of one of my bathroom drawers and made sure that it was firmly taped to her shoulder, pressing it gently, making sure I didn't break the stitches I just put in.

Should I look for any more injuries?

Yes. She could be hurt somewhere else and it bothered me for some reason to think that she could have another injury that could turn into something more serious if I didn't treat it.

I reached down but hesitated at the hem of her shirt. I hadn't been around a lot of people for a few years, only Alice and Jasper, but Esme had taught me to be a gentlemen and despite my problems with my parents, I always knew that that was the one thing they had taught me that wasn't based off of selfish gain and I had always acted kind toward women, never disrespecting or taking advantage of them. Pulling up an unconscious girls shirt wasn't exactly gentlemanly of me.

I reasoned with myself that I was only doing it to check for any damage and I wouldn't lift it over her bra. That was okay, right?

I breathed in deeply and grasped the bottom of her shirt, slowly pulling it up her stomach inch by inch to reveal creamy smooth skin. Until I reached her ribs. The left side of her ribs were darkened by angry purple bruises. I ground my teeth together and reached out to gently feel to see if they were broken. They didn't seem to be, just severely bruised. She let out a pained whimper and her face scrunched up. I yanked my hand back quickly and waited for her eyes to open and start screaming, but she never did.

After a few seconds, she settled back down into a peaceful sleep again.

I looked back down at her ribs, making sure that was the only bruising there and pulled her shirt back down. I softly ran my hands down her arms to check for anything else and saw the same purple bruises that were across her ribs, wrapped around her wrists.

Anger surged through my veins.

Those bastards. If I ever saw them again, I'd kill them.

I clenched my eyes shut and breathed out deeply, calming myself. I didn't need to get angry right now, I had to focus on this girl, not get lost in one of my tempers again.

The bruises on her ribs ad wrists would hurt, but they would fade. And I was pretty sure she wasn't hurt anywhere else.

Now what?

I looked down at her, she looked relaxed, almost peaceful. A complete contradiction to just an hour ago.

Her hair was splayed out against the pillow, her face turned to the right side, facing me, and her lips were slightly parted. Her face was pale and with the moonlight shining through the window she seemed to almost glow. She looked beautiful.

Her beauty made me feel even worse; someone like me shouldn't be in her presence, I shouldn't taint her in any way. But I was unable to look away from her. Something had crept into my chest and settled there, pushing me to ensure she was safe, that she was comfortable in every way.

It made me feel….unsettled. I had never had this feeling before, nothing even close to it. So I had no idea how to deal with this. It was confusing as hell.

I ran my hands through my hair and sighed, trying to figure out what to do now.

I should probably just let her sleep, she has to be exhausted and overwhelmed, sleep would give her some form of escape for a while.

I moved to get up and walked toward the window that overlooks the small lake on the property. The moonlight reflecting off it, making it seem like glass. I became lost in thought about her. What was I going to do with her? She couldn't stay here for very long, I didn't want her to see my face. I never liked it when people saw me, I knew what they were thinking; that I was a freak, that I was no longer the son my parents wanted. I didn't want her to look at me the same way.

I heard mumbling and my head instinctively snapped toward her, not remembering to shield my face. Before I could panic that she had seen me, I saw that her eyes were still closed, her face was scrunched up and she was jerking around.

She was having a nightmare.

I took a couple tentative steps closer, trying to hear what she was mumbling about.

Should she be moving around like that with her injuries?

"Stop….no…get off….help…." She was muttering, her face tilting back and forth almost violently against the pillow.

I wanted to sit down next to her and try to comfort her in some way, but I didn't know how. What could I possibly do?

Unfortunately, I was saved the confusion of making the decision.

Her muttering stopped suddenly and her eyes snapped open, looking around her frantically. I remembered myself and quickly pulled my hood over my head, shielding my face in shadow.

The girls eyes finally found me in the darkened room, staring at me like a dear stuck in headlights.

I realized that she probably thought I was one of the men that attacked her and she didn't know where she was.

I hesitated speaking to her, but it was only for a second as I saw the shear and utter fright on her face, her eyes even tearing up. For some reason, I couldn't take it and decided to explain myself to her.

"I… I won't hurt you. I'm not one of those men, I saved you and brought you back to my house. It's okay." I tried to reassure her, I couldn't tell if it was working or not. She still looked petrified, not taking her eyes off of me.

"Are you okay? Are you in any pain?" I asked her softly.

She didn't say anything, still staring at me with wide eyes.

"Please say something, anything. I need to know if you're in pain, I have some medication I can give you if you are." I urged her.

She shook her head violently at me and pushed herself back further into the bed, almost like she was trying to move as far away from me as possible. Can't really blame her.

I saw her wince and took a step toward her, to see if she had injured herself, but she shot up and scurried backward and pressing against the headboard, letting out a whimper. She looked like a scared animal; small, perfectly still and wide eyed, but still managing to stay adorable. I wanted nothing more than to calm her, but from her reaction of me even taking a step toward her, that wasn't going to happen.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." I apologized.

Again, she said nothing. Why wasn't she speaking? Was I really that scary? I guess the hood covering my face wasn't helping to put her at ease, but seeing the face under it might be even scarier.

She opened her mouth slightly, but closed it quickly, like she had wanted to say something, but thought better of it.

"It's okay, I promise I won't hurt you." I tried to get her to speak.

She bit her lip so hard I thought she was about to chew it off and looked around nervously, her eyes darting around everywhere.

"D-did they…r-r-rape me?" She whispered. I almost didn't hear her.

My heart cracked at the vulnerability and fear in her voice.

"No, I stopped them before they could." I reassured her.

"Will you…..hurt me…?" She asked, her voice cracking.

"No! No, god no! I swear, I won't harm you!" I almost yelled, appalled at the thought of hurting this girl in the way that those men were going to.

She moved away at the loudness of my voice, but seemed to believe that I wouldn't hurt her.

"Are you in pain? I have some pain pills." I told her again.

"My ribs hurt a little." She whispered tentatively.

I nodded my head, but I wasn't sure if she could see, and walked slowly so not to startle her again to the bathroom. I opened the cabinet and found a bottle of Tylenol. I took the bottle back to the room and pulled out two pills, handing them to her slowly. I made sure not to touch her, dropping the pills into her outstretched palm. She snapped her hand back to her chest and was still looking at me apprehensively.

"I'll go get you some water. I have to go downstairs to the kitchen to get it, I don't have a cup in the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute." I explained to her and backed out of the room.

I almost ran down the hallway and the flight of stairs.

I was in the kitchen, filling up a glass of water for her when I faintly heard someone coming down the stairs.

What was she doing?

I immediately dropped the glass in the sink and ran to the stairs, seeing that she was already off them and running (more like limping) down the hallway to the front door.

If she left, she'd just hurt herself more. That was the reason I was telling myself that I couldn't let hr go through that door, but there were other reasons in the back of my head; Something about this girl was drawing me in and I didn't want to watch her run out the door and never come back.

She had just reached the door and was fumbling with the locks when I caught up to her. I ran right up behind her, grabbing her arms, pushing her up against the door slightly. She let out a terrified squeak and I felt bad for scaring her like this, but I needed to get her back upstairs and calmed down.

She surprised me by turning out of grasp and faced me, her right hand making a claw and heading more my face.

Shit, this wasn't going to go well for her.

I grabbed her hand before her nails managed to make contact with my face, easily pinning down to her side. I grasped her other hand, pinning it as well.

"Let me go!" She screamed at me, struggling as much as she could considering her injuries.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. You're still hurt, if you leave now, you'll just en up hurting yourself more." I explained, trying to keep her from hurting herself.

"I want to go to a hospital!" She yelled in my face.

"We're in the middle of the woods, there isn't a hospital around here for dozens of miles, you'd be better off here." I told her as calmly as possible.

"Let me go, let go….let go….." She whispered, trailing off and slumping into my arms.

I looked closer at her and realized that she had passed out.

I sighed, shaking my head as I carefully maneuvered her so I could carry her back up to my room.

This was going to be a long night.

A/N: This chapter was all about Edward, if you couldn't tell.

I know, it wasn't much, next chapter will move along with the storyline more.

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