Near Miss (Earlyish Twilight) Nov 26, 2008 14:22:04 GMT -5
Post by Bella Swan on Nov 26, 2008 14:22:04 GMT -5
Bella grinned towards Jessica and Angela, who were fast retreating down the street. She sucked in a long breath, feeling slightly relieved to be left to her own devices - the talk of Tyler's intentions for the end of the year had left her feeling a little sour, which had kind of spoilt the girlie day. She had an hour before she was due to meet the two girls in Bella Italia, and she couldn't think of a better way to escape than to surround herself with books and forget about reality. A small smile appeared on her face as she imagined the pokey little bookshop she would find with stacks of all her old favourites and new ones waiting to be explored.
It didn't take her long to find the shop that Jessica had directed her to, though she came to a stop before entering, assessing it from its facade before she entered.
"Oh no..." she groaned to herself, seeing the dreamcatchers hanging in the windows and hearing the mellow, new age music being played for the benefit of its customers. This wasn't her kind of place at all. Her mouth turned down a little, though her optimism for finding a normal bookshop wasn't entirely squashed.
"There must be a regular shop around here somewhere."
She thought briefly about asking the man in the shop, but didn't want to offend him that she wasn't going to spend her money there. She glanced up at the bright blue sky and shrugged inwardly. It was still warm and sunny, even without her coat and in the thin blue blouse she wore - she would be able to wander around for a while to see what she could find. And so she started walking, picking a random direction and choosing to think of ways she could dissuade Tyler from his guilty pursuit of her.
It was twenty minutes later that she finally took stock of where she was, prompted by a cold chill to the darkening atmosphere. She folded her arms across her chest and cursed herself for not paying attention. She was in an industrial area of Port Angeles full of warehouses and dark shadows - definitely not the home of a cosy little bookshop. It was too early to go back now, though, and probably if she walked through another street or so she would come out into some pedestrian populated area - Port Angeles was not that big. And so she continued on. Her breath caught in her chest soon after, however, as she approached a group of four young men who had been disguised by the lengthening shadows.
"Hey there!" one of them shouted and Bella, jerked her head to look at the source of the voice. It was a purely instinctive reaction - the same as if you heard your name called across a busy room. A shiver ran down her spine as she registered the expression on his intoxicated, yet calculating, face. This wasn't good. She gripped at her small purse, which was securely fastened around her body, ready to surrender it should they prove demanding. She kept her eyes in the middle distance, walking straight past them whilst trying to keep as much space between herself and the little group.
It's going to be fine, it's going to be fine, they're just drunk, you'll be fine, just keep going.
Her thoughts ran at the same excelerated rate as her heart, though she managed to keep her breathing more or less under control. She calmed, however, as she saw their long shadows drop out of sight and their footsteps grow dimmer. She took the respite as an opportunity to take a few deep, comforting breaths and she shivered convulsively - it was getting cold now that the night was drawing closer and her coat was in Jess' car. In fact, it was getting quite late.
So much for the bookshop, she mused. Maybe I should start heading back.
She wheeled around and gasped as she saw two of the quartet that had hassled her before. They were quite a way back, but she really didn't want to pass them again, especially with the growing darkness and the lack of any people whatsoever. It would be okay, she would just keep going down this street - it must lead out somewhere, or at the very least there would be a side street that would lead back out towards the bay. And so she kept going, listening carefully to the footsteps behind her.
She travelled for what seemed like hours and twisted her wrist anxiously to view the time. She should be at the restaurant in ten minutes, she hoped that Angela and Jessica wouldn't be too annoyed at her lateness. Another gasp escaped her lips as she looked up from her list and she tripped to a halt.
"Careful, sugar," a smarmy voice sounded from the next junction, coming closer.
It was the thug that she thought she had lost earlier. Again her heartrate rose exponentially and she held her breath in a vain hope not to display her vulnerability to these predators.
"Stay away from me," she whispered hoarsely. She had intended to sound assertive and no-nonsense, but her throat was too dry. Still, she had a fairly hefty scream she could pull out of the bag... not that there was anyone around to hear it. She could see a street with matchsticks, which she assumed were pedestrians, in the distance, but they would be too far away to hear her. Or she could run... though if she was going to suffer at these men's hands, she would prefer to do so with what little dignity she had left, not tripping over her own alien feet.
A dry, crackling laugh sounded from behind her and she saw the other two men, the realisation striking her that she had been herded.
Okay, so not running, she thought to herself, her heartrate reaching fever pitch. Self-defence - palm to the nose, elbow to the ribs, knee to the groin... Now if I had any hand-eye coordination... Still, if I can injure at least one before...
She swallowed nervously as an other bout of laughter erupted from the monsters around her. She stared at the lead criminal intensely, visualising her unlikely victory over him and trying not to think of anything that came after that.