Edward vs. Van

When I heard her head thump against the ice, it felt as though I had turned to ice, too.
	But I didn't even have a full second to ascertain her condition. I heard the van behind us, grating and squealing as it twisterd around the sturdy iron body of the girl's truck. It was changing course, arcing, coming for her again- as though she were a magnet, pulling it toward us.
	A word i'd never said before in the presence of a lady slid between my clenched teeth.
	I had already done too much. As i'd nearly flown through the air to push her out of the way, I'd been fully aware of the mistake I was making. Knowing that it was a mistake did not stop me, but I was not oblivious to the risk I was taking- not just for myself, but for my entire family.
	Exposure.
	And *this* certainly wouldn't help, but there was no way I was going to allow the van to succeed in its second attempt to take her life.
	I dropped her and threw my hands out, catching the van before it could touch the girl. The force hurled me back into the car parked beside her truck, and I could feel it's frame buckle between my shoulders. The van shuddered and shivered against the unyielding obstacle of my arms, and then swayed, balancing unstably on its two far tires.