EPOV

There isn't a lot that can entertain me around here, Forks, its beauty is a given although not one for night life. But for some reason every other night my big brother and little sister drag me out with their friends. All I want is to get drunk so I can at least seem to enjoy the trivial dribble that the girls around here think I want to hear. A bit of control wouldn't go a miss? Instead they wear next to nothing and throw themselves upon me, I try to deny leaving them with dignity – however that is impossible if they didn't have any to begin with.

So, the "legendary" Edward Cullen – escaping from the hideous house party of someone I don't even know. Smoking away in the shadows so nobody can find me and drag me into a horrific excuse for a conversation. I care really, about some things – my family, my music and lots of other things that are just skipping my mind. And then I see her.

A slim figure of a girl had flown out of the house and stopped under the lamp-post. She doesn't look anything like any of the other girls in Forks. Her hair, long dark auburn, wavy, curly and wild – uncontrollable. Standing sideways to me she was silhouetted, her glorious figure outlined brightly, her clothes were ragged and worn. A tight black long v-neck and ripped grey washed-out jeans. She slipped her slender fingers into a pocket and pulled out a long cigarette and held it in between her full lips.

She was beautiful, she was struggling again with her fingers searching in the opposite pocket and I couldn't help but stare at the breath-taking form that was in front of me. My god, I sound like an idiot, absolutely smitten with a girl I don't even know. Her eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, her lighter wouldn't work. Flicking and flicking it – eventually she lifted her head let out a sigh of desperation, again one last click. Nothing. Frustration over came her and she threw the lighter against the wall and started to thrash around. She ran out of breath, crouched down and silently whimpered.

Right, Edward - I said to myself, I needed to talk to her. "Need a light?"

BPOV

After everything that happens to me tonight, I finally get away from Phoenix – to Forks, so far away from everything. And now this, I can't cope. I just wanted a light. I sound so spoilt, but the things I have seen. Stupid lighter, I am here alone now outside freezing cold without a smoke. "Need a light?" a voice from no where made me screech, and fall backwards from my crouching position, the crash made my wounds pound.

A tall bronze wild haired man, with strong features, so beautiful even from the shadows. He rushed towards me – "My god, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to frighten you. Just I saw you struggling without a working lighter" his voice was warm and welcoming, the first like it I've heard for a while.

"No not at all, please may I?" I tried to reply with an audible voice whilst struggling to get up, he placed his strong large hands on my arm and helped me up. "May you what?"

"Um you offered me a light, and made me fall over" I said with a girlish smile,

"Oh yeah, I was distracted… Of course you can" we were standing so close; I felt his breath on my head. His hand was still on my arm, so warm I felt so safe. I looked up at his eyes and caught them – green as the grass, the trees, the ocean; I have no idea what you could compare them too, so beautiful. For a while we stood studying each other. "Right, yeah – lighter, cool hold on" he got his lighter from his pocket simultaneously as I raised my cigarette into my mouth. His hand cupped my chin and my hands holding the cigarette and resting the other upon his wrist.

"I don't think I can thank you enough…?" Trying to discover this kind man's name,

"Of course, I'm Edward Cullen"

"Well, thank you very much Edward" I tried to sound cute and he smirked. "Am I not allowed to know your name?" before answering I paused, took another drag "You may indeed Edward, it's -"

"Oi! Slut!" The alleyway echoed with this beast's words. It made me want to hurl, the sound curled my stomach. "What the f*** are you doing out here?" James, the brute I had met him inside. "Watch your mouth James! And f*** off inside" Edward knew him, he stepped out in front of me, and spread his arms wide in a protective stance. "Cullen, you're messing with the wrong girl. She's a dirty whore!"

"Oh has poor James been rejected? Become an emotional drunk have you James?" Edward was mocking James. James was the same build as Edward but James could throw a punch – that much I knew. "She is the one who tried getting off with me and couldn't help herself – couldn't keep herself of off me, I had to say no" James was lying.

"You tried to rape me – you brute! I wouldn't so you hit me and you threw me down the stairs!" stepping out in front of Edward, I don't know what I was doing – I was furious. "You little b****" James ran towards me and slapped me with his backhand and sent me flying too the wall.

EPOV

I've had enough of this fool, someone as beautiful as my unnamed friend would never touch him. Suddenly she burst from behind my protective stance, "You tried to rape me – you brute! I wouldn't so you hit me and you threw me down the stairs!" the shock gripped me paralysed. Anger soured through me. He erupted "You little b****" he sprinted at her and whipped her with his back hand. Before I could think I tackled him to the ground and began to pound into his face.

"EDWARD, stop please!"