'THE SCREAMERS.pdf

“The Screamers”

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1940310/KiyaRaven

L iving on the streets is hard for Bella Swan, but not as hard as putting up with

Edward Cullen when he drags her into his lifestyle of sex, drugs and Rock and Roll.

Will they be able to help each other before they kill eachother? Cursing/dark themes

Twilight - Rated: M - English - Humor/Romance - Edward & Bella

by KiyaRaven

Chapter 1 – The Alley

EPOV

I could hear my ragged breathing echoing in the darkness as my feet slapped the wet

pavement. I don't know how long I had been running but I knew the minute I

stopped I would hear them again - the screamers.

My blood was pounding in my chest as I turned a corner, determined to not let them

catch me. Why the hell did I decide to go and get cigarettes in the middle of the

night, and on a Saturday for Christ's sake?! I knew they would be out tonight, and yet

my heart still crawled up into my throat when I came out of the convenience store

and heard them. They were further up the street, far enough away to give me a head-

start – but the screaming was so damn loud, it split the quiet stillness like a chainsaw

and I did the only thing I could – I started running.

My chest started burning as my lungs wheezed and sputtered.

Fuck, I really need to give up smoking!

I turned another corner, heading back in the direction of my hotel when I saw a small

alleyway. I could hear them nearing the corner and knew the alley was a safer bet

than making back to the hotel lobby. I quickly ducked into the alley, sprinted past an

industrial sized bin and hid behind it. An old blanket was balled up near the wall so I

grabbed it and pulled it over my head.

"What the FUCK?!" an angry voice said roughly. I turned to see a pair of dark brown

eyes staring at me angrily. "Get your own blanket, dude," spat a dishevelled young

woman, trying to grab it back off me.

"Sshh!" I hissed. I could hear the screamers approaching and this chick was about to

blow it for me.

"Don't tell me to 'shhh' nutbucket," she hissed back, lowering her voice slightly.

"You're the one who just stole my blanket."

"Please," I begged, "Shut the fuck up for a few minutes…I'll give it straight back to

you."

"Yeah you will," she grunted as she stood up and stepped away from the wall, "Or I'll

kick your ass."

"Wait!" I whispered. "Don't go out there!" I could hear the voices getting closer. She

looked at me like I was insane and started walking toward the end of the alley. "No!"

I hissed.

It was too late for me to stop her. I pulled the blanket over my head and waited for

the nightmare to be over.

The voices were very close now, fast footfalls slowing to stop at the end of the alley.

"Where did he go?"

"He definitely turned down here."

"God he's so fast. I think I'm gonna hurl…"

"C'mon Becky stop being such a wuss. We'll never catch him at this rate."

"Hey look….let's ask her…"

My breath stopped. They'd seen the girl.

Shit !

Calm down, there's nothing you can do. Whatever is going to happen will happen…so shut

the fuck up, you pussy.

"Hey, did you see a guy run down this street?"

I waited for her to give away my position. My body tensed, ready to flee…

"Oh…um…you mean the cute looking gay guy with the bronze hair…blanket

fetish?"

Fuck! Wait did she just call me cute...and GAY?! Bitch!

The voices sounded perplexed.

"Uh, yeah, that sounds like him…where did he go?"

I heard feet shuffling and I suddenly had no doubt that the girl was going to point

them towards my pathetic cowering and unleash the screaming beasts on me.

"Um…well he ran down toward the traffic lights and turned the corner," I heard her

say. "He runs like a girl by the way…"

Bitch.

Bitch who just saved my ass but bitch nonetheless.

"If you hurry you can probably still catch him…he was wheezing like an old man."

Fucking cigarettes!

"Come on you guys let's go! Ahhhhhh!!!!"

The screaming started up again, and I heard it slowly fade as the girls ran down the

street. I was only vaguely aware of footsteps heading my way when the blanket was

ripped off me and I stared up into blazing brown eyes, squirming slightly as she

fixed me with her impressive glare.

"Now," she said through gritted teeth, "Get the fuck out of my alley, asstard, and let

me get some sleep."

I stood up, examining this strange girl who had just saved me. She was a foot shorter

than me and her thick brown hair was matted and pulled back in a loose ponytail.

She wore crumpled jeans and a thick flannelette jacket that looked like it hadn't been

washed in a while, and her intense gaze pretty much made my balls crawl back up

into my body, because despite our size difference, I was pretty fucking certain she

could kick my ass if she really wanted to.

"Um…thanks…for doing that," I said, suddenly feeling my chest constrict slightly

under her aggressive stare.

"I didn't do it for you, idiot," she said acidly as she roughly pushed past me and sat

with her back against the wall, "I did it so I wouldn't have five teenage girls ripping

you to pieces in my alley, making a huge damn mess and ruining my night even

further."

She closed her eyes angrily, letting out a deep sigh and effectively dismissing me

from her presence.

Who the fuck was this girl?

"Can you at least tell me your name…"

"Why?" she spat, eyes still closed.

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Because I can't really call you alley-girl, and I'd like to

know who to thank…"

"I don't want your thanks."

Damn, this girl's bitch-switch was stuck in overdrive. I was seriously beginning to

lose patience.

"Well that's too fucking bad, bitch, cause you're going to get my thanks whether you

like it or not."

Her eyes flew open at the word 'bitch' and bore into mine. A slight smirk appeared at

the corner of her mouth and I suddenly felt like a mouse looking into the face of a

playful but dangerous cat.

"Well, well, well," she said sarcastically, "What a filthy potty-mouth on such a pretty

boy." I rolled my eyes at her and sighed heavily. "Settle down, sparky," she

grumbled, her voice softening slightly, "Bella. My name is Bella Swan."

For some reason my stomach lurched at her name. Well not specifically her name,

but how she said her name. No, not how she said it but more the tone….

Oh fuck, you don't know what you're talking about anymore. She's right. You are an asstard.

"Well, pleased to meet you, Bella," I said extending my hand to her. "I'm…"

"I know who you are…" she snapped, leaving my hand hovering between us. "You're

Edward Cullen. Rock-star, tween-God and all round massive ass-munch."

I dropped my hand in surprise.

"Now get the fuck out of my alley, Cullen." She lay down and pulled the blanket up

to her neck. "I'm tired, and I've had my quota of asstards for today."

BPOV

Un-fucking-believable. As if my life didn't suck enough, I had to have Edward-

fucking-God's-gift-to-rock-and-roll-Cullen choose this alley, of all possible alleys in

LA to hide from his rabid teenage fans.

And now he wasn't leaving, despite the fact that I had asked very nicely for him to

fuck off.

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