Co-Author's Note: As you probably saw on the summary, this is a two-shot. Part two should be posted sometime on the weekend. Hope you like it.
'Damn, Charlie.' I thought. 'Damn him and his dodgy car!'
I was getting a lift home from Mrs. Cope because Charlie needed to use my car. Don't ask. Long story. Neither Edward, nor anyone else in the Cullen family could take me home because, coincidentally, it was sunny.
More outrageous coincidences today were: Mike was sick, cross him off the list of people who can take Bella home; Angela and Ben had a detention because they were found… doing something, so another cross; Jess and I didn't really talk anymore; and Charlie was working late and I was not going to wait over three hours at school for him to use my own car and pick me up.
It was extremely awkward and unnaturally silent in the car as we drove through traffic.
"So, Bella…" she was peeking out of the corner of her eye at me. "Still dating that Cullen boy, then?"
Huh? Why would she even care? I mean, she doesn't fancy him or anyth- Ugh! Don't think about that! It's too disturbing.
"Yeah…" I answered.
"Really?"
I saw that she had narrowed her eyes and was squeezing the steering wheel a bit harder than normal people should.
"Uh… yeah."
We were both silent for a few minutes before I could see my house. I told her so, but got no answer.
"I think you'd better slow down now." I said, after seeing we were only houses away and she was still going nearly 60km.
"Hey, my house is back there! Turn around!"
She was now up to 80km and had an evil gleam in her eyes as she leaned towards the steering wheel, muttering nonsense to herself.
"Turn back now or I'm calling the cops!" my voice had turned slightly hysterical from fear.
"You'll do no such thing," she snarled and extracted my phone from her pocket, throwing it out the window.
She wasn't Victoria in disguise, was she? Or what if she was someone Victoria had hired to capture me and had the ability to be… uh… ugly? No, think, Bella, think!
"We
have arrived at our destination," she said in a robotic voice,
interrupting my thoughts. "You will exit the car."
"But I
don't even know where I-"
"You will exit the car immediately," she faced me, and I saw that her eyes were wide open and bloodshot.
I fumbled with the door handle for a moment before I burst out of the door. I was barely out before she started driving madly again.
I took in my alien surroundings. Hoping that Edward, Alice, Jake, anyone I knew, even Rosalie would suddenly appear and rescue me from this place. I didn't shout out for help, because anyone or thing could be out there waiting for their next meal to come waltzing into their lair where they could pounce on them, pinning them to the ground sinking their teeth into the warm flesh of the nec-
STOP IT! Get a hold of yourself, woman!
I started walking in the direction Mrs. Cope had took off, stopping short when I noticed there was a cross-section in the road and I couldn't remember which way she had gone down and there were no signs.
"Damn it," I said to myself.
I went to the side of the cross-section so that I could see all of the roads and waited. I wasn't going to walk up and down all those roads, seeing if any of them would lead back home. I wasn't sure what or who I was waiting for, but I was secretly hoping someone I knew would drive by.
A few hours later, I was beginning to lose hope when I saw in the distance a small red car. Minutes went by, and the small red car had slowed down and its driver was looking at a girl who was waving her arms and shouting. Oops, I mean me.
"Well, hello," he said, trying to contain a most creepy smile.
"Listen, I don't even know you but I need a lift" I couldn't control the words that came tumbling out of my mouth. Who was this man? Why did I ask a lift from a man with hair shaped like the devil?
"Of course you can," he purred and leaned over so he could open the door for me.
I could not stop my legs from moving. It was as if they had a mind of their own. A mind, which was telling them, go to the creepy man's car. Have a lift from devil hair man.
I got in the car, said a lame thanks and we drove off after I gave him the area I needed to be. Coincidentally, he was heading the same way.
"So," he said after a few minutes. "What were you doing there? If you don't mind me asking."
"It's a long story…" I trailed off, not wanting to dwell on the frightening event.
"Okay. Not my business. I get it." He laughed and received a fake awkward one from me.
A while later, the man started to pull over on the side of the road.
"What are you doing?"
He was looking down and cast a sidelong glance at me, a disturbing smile upon his face.
"It
ends for you here, Miss Swan." He whispered while reaching into the
glove box. "It was very difficult arranging your arrival."
"W-
What do you mean?" I managed, looking at his hand, which was now
clutching something in the compartment. "How do you know me?"
"I had to break Officer Swan's car without your boyfriend's special family finding out." Ignoring me. "Then hypnotise Mrs. Cope into taking you to where you were."
"What made me get in the car?" I asked, trying to calm my thudding heart.
"I don't know, but it was good you did. I rather like showing my good side to people first," now he was baring his teeth at me.
"I didn't mean to keep you waiting so long though, my dear," he stroked my cheek with his free hand. "There were transportation difficulties.
He motioned to the back seat, which I didn't really look at before, and I saw a blanket on top of what seemed to be the size and shape of a human.
"Oh my God," I whispered, knowing what was coming next and that Edward wasn't appearing to save me.
"Yes, my dear. Soon you shall be with the Almighty."
And just like that he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out. He threw me to the ground and held, in his hand, a very dangerous looking knife.
"Kneel!" he barked, his eyes were wild.
I scrambled onto my knees and waited for Edward to burst out of the trees at any moment.
"Now, pray!" he kicked me in the back of my neck causing me to cry out.
"Dear God-" I began, until he kicked me again.
"Not like that," he hissed with his face inches away from mind. "Properly!"
"But I don't know any prayers." I whispered with dread.
He stopped walking around me and pushed me to the ground, holding the knife to the back of my neck.
"Then, you don't really deserve to live in a world He created, now do you?" the man, whose name I still did not know, spat in my face.
"Straight to hell. Devil child!"
I began to scream when I felt the knife slowly and excruciatingly painfully cut into the back of my neck.
Why wasn't Edward saving me? Why was this even happening to me? Someone please help me. The darkness is getting closer. I can feel the warmth of the flames I cannot see. I can hear thousands of other people screaming in agony and fear. I can smell the burning of rotting flesh.
Please help me see. Help me.
Then everything froze. The knife became a cool finger touching the back of my neck; the fire, a blanket; the screaming became the faint sound of laughter coming form a TV downstairs and the smell of burning flesh was merely Charlie trying to cook for himself.
"Bella, love, you were talking again," Edward laughed, taking his hand away from my neck.
I didn't bother being embarrassed. I just hugged him and felt the fear melt away. The dream was far too realistic - I could remember everything that happened.
Looking outside my window, reflecting, I saw a little red car drive past.
A/N: Please tell me if that made ANY sense. Because I had no idea what I was writing at the end. Oh yeah, this was so NOT based on a dream I had… *awkward cough*. De tout façon, I hope you enjoyed the shoddy part of the story and aren't so sick you don't read Miss Kitty's one.
Editor's Note: Yeah, what the Hell was up with the praying bit? And, just so you know, all credit for the weirdness in this part, and the next part, which has been written by moi, goes to Plate Captain. From Miss Kitty.
