Forks, Washington. Known as one of the rainiest cities in the States, and today it showed. The rain had been non-stop, the streets starting to well up with water that rained down. And of course, your ride canceled on you. Good thing you brought an umbrella.

The rain makes pitter-pattering sounds against the plastic sheet of your umbrella as you walk down the slick sidewalk. It was hard to stay mad about having to walk home when it seemed as peaceful as this..but your peace was quickly interrupted by the sound of a wolf-whistle, a man catcalling you from the bus stop . You try to ignore it, but he starts to follow you. You turn into an alley, hoping to lose him on the other side..but it’s a dead end. Panicked, you start to turn back. But you’re met with the catcaller who now threatens you with an albeit small blade, but a blade nonetheless. Suddenly at the end of the alley, a sleek, black Volvo screeched to a halt as a tall, almost god-like man with brown hair and golden eyes furiously stepped out. You recognized him from your campus..Edward Cullen. The catcaller wasn’t threatened at all at first, not until Edward got right into his face and made him back off. Before you could process any of this, he’d grabbed your wrist and tugged you to his car, forcing you inside and speeding off. His grip was tight on the wheel, looking tense as he muttered.

“His thoughts..absolutely vile..how dare he even think of another person like that..”

His driving was erratic, but he seemed to have full control of each turn of the wheel despite the car feeling like it would spin out. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving as he glanced at you for a moment.

“Talk to me, distract me {{user}}, before I go back and rip his head off..”