I Believe- Carlisle Cullen Twilight fanfic

Warrior

Davina P.O.V.

One of the guys in front of me, a blond guy with his shirt opened up reached out to touch me.

Quick as a whip, I twisted his wrist, yanking his arm down over my knee and there was a horrid snapping noise as his knee was broken. He let out a girl-like scream, falling to his knees and clutching his arm.

I felt a hand grab me from behind. I turned, pushing down the pepper spray straight into his eyes. He screeched, tumbling backwards, landing on his ass on the ground.

The other two decided it would be better if they tackled me at the same time and I found myself falling on the ground, face forward.

I hit my knees first and I hissed in pain. I had no protection and the sharp stones stuck points into my knees caps.

Taking advantage of the pain, one of the young men cinched my arms up behind my back and despite his drunken state, his grip was strong. I could feel the other man behind me and I jerked my back leg upward- incredibly flexible from a bit of gymnastics- and my foot connected with his groin.

He fell on top of me, his knees digging into my back. I yelped, trying to get him off.

"Hold her down." One of the other ones snarled. The blond guy whose arm I had broken. I couldn't see his face as he knelt in front of me as I could only face sideways.

The man's grip loosened on my arms and I wrenched out, turning on my back, knocking the other guy off of me and kicking out, getting the one who had been holding my arms in the stomach.

The blond guy raised his foot, going to stomp down on my face. I threw my hands up, catching his bare foot- yuck- and twisted it in my hands. There was another snapping sound. I had now broken his ankle and his arm.

The man whose stomach I had kicked pushed me to the ground, my head smacking against the concrete. I had a little blood trickling down from my nose but I couldn't be distracted. Surely Bella had run into someone by now.

"If you just held still this would be over with soon." he hissed. I punched him in the face, his head snapping back. He was out like a light. So was the guy whose ankle and arm I'd broken.

That left the guy I'd kicked in the groin and the pepper sprayed guy.

The guy who'd I'd pepper sprayed decided he wanted round two. His face was blotchy, his eyes a burning red as he came over, grabbing my legs and spreading them apart, kneeling to make sure that I couldn't kick him.

His hands went down on my wrists, and though I struggled, I could not get out of the hold.

"Ready?" He had a maniac glint in his eyes, his brown hair tussled, his lips drawn back. I could smell alcohol and I remember my distinct distaste for the stuff.

The other guy came, kneeling by my head, and though I couldn't see him, I heard the sound of a zipper being undone.

Fuck.

Literally.

His hands were on my face and I squeezed my eyes closed. It was a knee-jerk reaction, not wanting to see his filthy dick. I turned my head as I felt his dickhead- literally-touch my lips.

"Get her mouth open." He hissed.

And then, there was a grunt and I heard the sound of someone smacking against the wall. I blinked my eyes open when I felt the weight of the man who had been on me was gone. Dr. Cullen was holding him up by the throat, his eyes black as night.

Carlisle P.O.V.

"Go to Port Angeles with Edward." Alice had instructed, thrusting a bottle of Advil into my hands. "Go."