I watched the TV screen turn blue. I starred at the blue screen for what seemed like eternity. My eyes began to wander the room that held the TV. The room had once been used for storage, old costumes hung on the low lit lamps, cobwebs clung between each costume.
I turned from the storage room and look around the studio. He was standing off to the side, in the shadows. His vibrant red eyes stared at me. He walked toward me, slowly, almost mockingly. It was then I noticed the remote in his hand. He set the remote down on top of the TV and turned back at me.
Unconsciously, I stepped back. James stepped forward and closed the storage room doors. I accidentally walked back into a pillar, breaking my concentration. My turned, looking at the pillar in surprise. When I looked back, James had vanished. I looked around the studio, and couldn't see him.
"You were a stubborn child, weren't you?" he asked. His voiced echoed through the dark, empty studio.
"Where's my mother?" I demanded.
"In Florida, with Phil. I'm sorry I had to trick you, Bella, but I thought it wouldn't be wiser to leave your mother out of this." James explained.
Renee was safe! I felt my heart ease in relief. Now I had another problem to deal with right now, James. Mom might've been safe, but I most definitely was not in the safest place.
"Good." I said. If this was my end, then I won't be on my knees, waiting.
"I'm impressed you don't sound insulted."
"I'm not. Actually, I'm a little disappointed. I thought trackers were supposed to more creative than this, but I guess I was wrong." I said. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to say to a sadistic vampire, but it seemed appropriate for something so low.
He growled deeply, irritated. "Careful, Bella. I just might grant your request." He stepped out of the shadows. I froze, feeling his breath down my neck. His head lowered down where my shoulders met my neck. He inhaled deeply and laughed slightly.
"Humans are too sentimental. You wear Edwards shirt, thinking he's going to show up." James chuckled.
"Edward doesn't know where I am." I snapped.
James walked in front of me, meeting my glare, "Really? Then you won't mind me sending him a little message to encourage his search for you."
He reached into his pocket and pulled a small camcorder. The red light turned on and began recording. I turned my face from the camera. I heard James laugh darkly.
"Oh, won't this just break Edwards heart." James taunted.
"Edward's never coming!" I said.
James touched my cheek lightly, "I think he is. I know he is, right now. Just imagine how he'll react, seeing your body on the floor, with this camera in your hands. He'll watch the last few moments of your life and come after me!"
My head snapped to the side. I stepped forward yelling, "Edward's not going to do it!"
He hand gripped around my throat. I knew he wasn't holding me tight enough to kill me, but breathing was still difficult. I gasped for air loudly. James smiled at me and dropped me to the ground. He knelt down next to me, pointing the camera at my face. I was still gasping for air when he started talking.
"You should be so proud Edward, Bella's more resilient than I thought." he said.
Anger boiled inside of me. Edward couldn't see this, he didn't deserve to see me die this way. My hands curled into fists. I felt the pepper spray in my hand that I had forgotten about. I smiled mentally. Leave it to Edward to be protective of me, even miles away. I didn't waist any time. I looked straight up at James and released the spray.
I jumped to me feet and raced toward the exit as fast as I could. I hadn't expected to get far at all. He was in front of be before I realized it. A crushing blow impacted my chest. I instantly found myself flying backward through the air. I hit the ground before I hit the wall of mirrors. My back hit the ground first and rolled back into the mirrors. My head hit the mirrors the hardest. The glass around my shattered and rained onto the floor.
The blow to my chest had knocked all the wind out of me. I struggled to breath.
"Beautiful. Very visually dynamic." He said. I heard him step toward me again.
I managed to push myself up against the wall. My chest heaved as I tried to catch the breath that was knocked from me. I watched his smiled widen sickenly. Something inside me told me it wasn't good. My hand touched the wall, touching something wet. I didn't need to look now, I could smell the rustic copper of my blood on the wall. I felt it run down the back of my neck slowly. Panic rose inside me.
"That'll break Edwards heart." James laughed.
I managed to get to my feet. I tried to make another run for the exit. The studio spun for a moment before clearing, right as I reached James. He grabbed my throat tightly, cutting off my oxygen. I gasped for air that wouldn't come. He lifted me off the ground, still holding the camera in his other hand.
"Tell him to avenge you and it'll all be over soon." he said.
I barely managed to shake my head.
"Fine." he growled. He threw me again, I swear by my impact, it was as hard as he could. My back collided with the mirrors at an angle. I slid against them, shattering all the glass. My back was coated in glass shards as I hit the ground, imbedding them in my back. I cried out in pain. The shirts were soaking quickly. I kept my mind off the amount of blood I was losing. But I couldn't escape the sickening smell.
My arms trembled as I pushed myself up. I crawled slowly from the broken mirrors and glass. A deep growl caught my attention. I turned my head, finding James looming over me. His right leg made contact with my side. The force knocked me upright and into a pillar. I heard the pillar shatter upon my impact, or maybe it was my ribs and back. Pain spread like fire through my body. I screamed through my clenched teeth, sliding to the ground. Blood slipped from my lips down my cheek. I could taste more in my mouth. Fighting my gag reflex, I swallowed it, nearly retching in the process.
I looked up, finding James over me instantly. The camera still in his hand. He crouched in front of me, "Tell him to avenge you!"
"Never!"
His palm crashed down on my leg. The air was filled with sound of the bone snapping, followed by a terrifying scream. I realized that it had come from me. My leg trembled violently in pain. My eyes shut tightly, tears forming underneath the eyelids. I gasped for air, only to cry out again from the pain in my chest.
"Tell him!" he demanded.
"Edward don't!" I screamed. His fist crashed against my face hard. My head snapped to the other side, slamming against the floor. I lay there motionless, blood seeping onto the ground from my mouth. The studio danced around me, darkening and lighting several times before returning to focus. I moaned and turned my head around, meeting the camera lens.
"All for you, Edward. You should be so ashamed. She didn't deserve this." James taunted.
I pushed myself up against the pillar, gasping for air. My body screamed in excruciating pain. I felt the pillar through the torn shirts. The sleeves were hardly hanging together. I could see the white fabric stain crimson. My blue tank top underneath was just as cut up and bloody. I turned my head from the sight, but I could still smell it. I could see it all throughout the studio, on the mirrors, the floor, on James.
James nudged my leg. I screamed through my teeth, turning my head to hide my painful wince. I heard him kneel next top me, touching my tender cheek. "So stubborn. I wonder, is that what makes you so special to Edward?"
The wind rushed around me quickly. A fierce growl cut through the air. I felt James' touch leave my cheek with the wind. I turned my head back to where I had last known James to be. Only he wasn't there. James had been thrown across the room...by Edward! He was crouching in front of me, staring back at me. I couldn't believe my eyes. His face changed quickly from relief to pain. I had no doubt it was because of my state.
James attacked Edward before he could react. I watched as James held Edward by his throat against a lone mirror.
"You're alone, because you're faster than the others." he said. Edwards eyes never left mine. James slammed Edward's head against the mirror. I gasped in horror, hearing the glass break around his head. "but not stronger."
Edward winced, he took in a breath. "I'm strong enough to kill you!" he growled. Edward threw James back into a second mirror. The glass shattered, raining around him.
Edward was kneeling at my side in seconds. His eyes were full of hurt and fear. He took me into his arms carefully.
"I'm sorry." he whispered.
I nearly came to tears. My courage had left me. I wrapped my arms around his neck instantly. They trembled around him.
He leapt into the air, toward the balcony above us. Halfway up we stopped suddenly. James threw us back. We hit the floor and I fell out of Edwards grasped. I rolled from Edward into a pile of glass. I gasped in pain, feeling a large piece of glass embedded in my side.
I looked back. James threw Edward away from me, up into a reinforced window. He gasped on impact and hung on the sill.
As I pulled the large piece of glass from my side, James stalked over to me. He grabbed my right arm and ripped off the sleeve. He starred at Edward as he opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth into my hand. I cried out as I felt James hold my arm tightly.
Edward ripped James from my hand, throwing him into a pillar. My arm lay at my side, trembling in pain. I could feel his venom coursing slowly through my hand. My hand itself began warming quickly. My hand clenched into a fist, trembling more. I cried out with as I felt my hand burn, literally.
The sound around me faded quickly. The studio melted together into a black haze. All I knew was the pain I was in. The burning in my hand increased dramatically. I plunged into the painful black abyss.
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dun dun dunnnn. ok, so what did you think? i don't own anything.