A/N: Stephanie Meyer own Twilight

C-1: Taken

Alice P.O

Alice woke up from her own screams. Her breath was restless and her heart pounding against her chest. Her eyes shot open, searching for the familiar clock on her nightstand that always proved she was home and it had only been a nightmare. But her eyes neither found the usual ticking clock nor the natural light she always woke up to. Everything was dark, and the air frigid.

Where am I? She tried to remember what happened before she fell asleep. Images started invading her memory. She could fell the fervent blood rushing through her thick veins, mindful of her whereabouts.

I'm not home. I was taken, we were taken. One moment I was waving at him, the next I was unconscious. Emmett! Bella!

' Bells are you there? They took Emmett! Bella?. ' Alice screamed over and over for Isabella's help, but the silence spoke for itself. I am so scared. Why were we taken? Did they kill him? What is this place? Question after question violated her sanity. Just take a deep breath and breathe. Alice instructed her brain.

Meanwhile, in an adjacent cell….

Bella P.O

My mouth tastes weird. Bella salivated as she caressed her lips with her tongue. She tilted her head slightly as if in deep thought. Ouch my head hurts! Bella stretched her arm trying to find some balance against the cold floor. She opened her eyes, yet everything around her was dark, the air smelling rather awful.

Where am I? Dreaming, probably...

While coming to her senses, Bella heard a voice full of concern screaming her name. Is that Alice's voice? Bella's heartbeat quicken at the realization, feeling her heart's pulse in her ears.

' Alice? ' Bella questionably shouted.

Alice was nearby. Their voices made echo, bolstering the darkness and terror surrounding their bodies.

Alice V.O

'Bella? ' Alice called out after hearing Bella cry out her name.

'Thank God you are alive! Are you hurt? ' Alice urged.

She was relieved to hear her friend's voice, although she felt anxious and scared for their lives.

They were quiet for a moment, but then Alice heard Bella's soundless whisper.

'Alice, where are we? I think I hit my head, I'm bleeding. ' Bella's voice was a low moan in the air. Alice almost missed it, but she still heard,

'Blood, my hand... oh no… ' Bella drifted back to sleep.

'Bella? ' Alice spoke in a low voice. 'Stay with me, I need you, don't leave me ag ' Alice got cut off by a robust voice shouting.

'Girls shut the hell up! I yonder all the way there and y'all won't close your mouths. Don' wanna hear another word gain y'all hear'me! I done tellin' you, stupid girls. '

Alice started looking in every direction, searching for the older southern American accent. She was scared, panicking and shivering. The air was cold, but so was the floor. Ice cold.

She moved her right hand from her chest to the floor and noticed it was all wet. Why am I also wet? She brought her hand to her face, and moved her fingers closer to her nose.

'Ugh! ' This isn't water, this is pee! She leaned down to get closer to her jeans in order to smell her leg.

'Ugh! Ew! ' She hissed, conscious that it was her who reeked of pee. We must have been here for days.

Her head shot up realizing the footsteps were getting louder.The man's voice closer. Alice panicked, looking around, trying to find anything familiar.

Everything was dark and the smell unbearable despite the fact that the floor was wet and the temperature piercing cold.

The walls had small holes and its red paint was vanishing.

The room's left hand side had numerous wall cracks that lead to a very tiny window enabling the snowy cold fresh air to come in and out of the room.

The wooden door was old and broken in several places, hosting straight linear scratches bearing impatient feelings of previous prisoners who anxiously waited their last days of imprisonment. With a shaky hand, Alice touched the deep carved scratches, counting the endless lines prisoners had drawn whilst waiting for their freedom inside such sinful fortress.

She stared at the old door. It replaced a prison's main essence - its bared opening of thick metal bars.

Her thoughts drifted towards something of much greater importance - Emmett. She knew he had been taken. Nonetheless, she was positive he was placed in a different truck. Then it all started coming back to her.

The truck! She remembered. The explosion happened first, then… He died. They killed Jasper. Emmet was right there with me, but so much closer. He was almost caught in it too. He almost died. Is he hurt?

Terror washed over her. Alice was petrified, except that her horror was clouded by concern, worry and love. Her life meant nothing, as opposed to Emmet's. She needed to know where he was, if he was breathing and ultimately alive.

Without meaning to, she started yelling furiously to the man walking towards her dungeon.

'Where is he? Emmet. You took him! Where is he? I don't care what happens to me, but tell me where he is!'

The door was thrown open against the wall and a beard man came into view laughing, speaking with a mocking tone.

'You worry about the kid? Emmet, ain't it? ' He spoke loudly, looking at Alice with disgust.

'Ain't gonna kill that brat yet. ' He mocked. ' That little sucker thinks' big nough. Thinks can run from me? I knowned his for a fool as soon as I seen he. No ones of y'all takes me, am big, am King y'hear'm missy don't y' forget that! '

With big spaced steps, he approached Alice's side slapping her small, throwing her off guard sending her straight to the floor.

'Fuck!' she growled. I have to get out of here, for his sake!

The man looked around, saw what he was looking for, grabbed the chair and sat right in front of Alice. He looked up at her.

'Now shut it, cause am tired hearin' you bitch yonder there. Ain't wait for help missy, your husbands dead. Ain't a soul out there helpin' y'all. Stop thinkin' folks cares. Your husband puts us good folks behind those cells. Theres lots of assholes ready to thank us for our job. And '

Alice sat up abruptly looked the man straight in the eye interrupting his speech.

'And what bastard? You killed him is that not enough? You know, you think no one cares, but you are forgetting a very important detail. '

Alice was completely drained and her eyes hurt, her head was still spinning from the impact between his dirty hand and her face. Adrenaline started building up and Alice felt more courageous.

The old man reeked of alcohol, and his yellow beard was too long. The image was sickening.

She was about to finish her sentence when the old man surprisingly quickly stood on his feet and kicked Alice's petite chest. She screamed with pain, trying hard to keep breathing after such brisk contact. Her head was spinning much too fast and her small lungs were struggling to survive.

'Don't dare call me bastard cunt! Your husband new better! Send innocent folks to prison ain't fair. Fuck details and threats! No soul knows you here. No one cares. You lucky I ain't killin' you filthy bitch! '

'Do not touch her! She needs to be unharmed for this to work, you fool! '

Stunned Alice and the old man looked up, surprised to find a tall leaned man speaking. The old man quivered hearing the other man's voice.

The young man caught her attention immediately. He was taller than the older one. Wearing a nice clean suit, nicely groomed. His jaw was long and his skin colorless.

He reminded her of royalty. His long legs, gave him a respectful posture. His hands were big, but sublime. Alice followed his hand's movement to his jaw, noticing his wicked smile.

His suit was dark grey, gracefully contouring his muscled body. His gaze was horrifying as if he was able to see through anyone's soul with his penetrating black eyes.

Of course this old revolting creature is not the boss. Alice contemplated.

She reexamined the words that left the ungodly evil man. They are not supposed to hurt me, but the old man did. Do the same rules apply to Emmett's situation?

In a low voice, full of concern and fear she raised her body, bending her head to the left, and said

'You are the King here, ' She hissed, giving the old man a challenging look while reinforcing the word King, previously used by him.

'Tell me where Emmet is. I need to know where my son is.'

With a graceful movement and a tight smile the young man formally communicated

'Your son is none of your concern. What I required from you is a very simple task, dearie. I demand your full commitment to think of acquaintances you might know, or even family members who are willing to give up a grande portion of money to have you back in their arms. '

Alice was completely bewildered with such request.

'What? You killed my husband and you think you can get money from my family? You are out of your mind? No one will be willing to give you a dime. Now, WHERE IS MY SON? ' Alice screamed her lungs out.

Completely aware of his imposing posture, the young man calmly asked,

'Mrs. Cullen, I gather you are an intelligent woman, yes? '

He stopped for a dramatic pause effect, knowing both knew the answer.

'Use your intelligent brain while you still can. Stop screaming and start thinking. If you refuse to comply with my simple demand I will have to start making more serious threats. '

The words hung in the air. He looked over his shoulder.

'I will start by killing your friend over there, what do you think? She is collateral damage after all. You might say she was in the wrong place at the right time, yes? So, I will ask politely once again.'

The young man approached Alice's side, caressing her face gently with a grim stare.

'Cease to demand answers I refuse to offer and start thinking or rather wishing someone is willing to give me what I am kindly asking for.'

He stared back at Alice's eyes, sensing her internal struggle.

He stood up, giving Alice a last foul smile, silently ordering the old man to leave the room.

The air was suffocating; Alice didn't know what to do. Her body was in constant alert under his powerful gaze.

'Give me proof of live and I will do anything you ask.' Alice didn't know what else to say. Images of her son kept invading her brain. Knowing he wasn't safe was enough to give them whatever they wished. He was their leverage, but she had already decided that without knowing her son's condition she would not comply with any demands.

The young man gave a small chuckle and spoke one last time.

'I know that colleague of yours is quite important to you, and I gather a good friend. She is one beautiful sexy lady. She might come in handy, since you already have a price on your head. What do you think P.? ' He raised his voice for his subordinate to hear outside the dungeon.

The old man, P. apparently, snorted and responded affirmatively without hesitating.

'Give me what I want and I will give you what you want.' Alice whispered unsure her demands would be met.

The young man nodded. He turned around and shut the door behind him, leaving Alice alone.

Alice was desperate.

Right now she could only think of one person who could save her, but he wasn't the same person who had the financial capacity to pay for what was being demanded.

Does he even know we are here? Does he even know his brother is no longer…

Tears started swelling up in her eyes. A single tear slid down her right eye, the one she had been slapped and she winced in pain.

Now that the two men had left the room she could hug and cry herself to sleep.

Slowly desolate tears ran from her blue eyes. Silently she cried releasing the sadness and sorrow that had been held up inside throughout the vivid wrangle between kidnapper and hostage.

She thought about her son, Emmett, and her soul mate who she never had the change to say goodbye to, Jasper.

While hugging her body, she prayed to God, that he, the only one with the right skills and knowledge would come to save them…

Please Edward, please, please come for us, if not for Emmett, for your brother, please come for us and avenge your brother's death...