Chapter One - Kidnapped

BPOV

I didn't know where I was. All I knew is that I was in pain. Immense pain. I was barely conscious, yet I wasn't alone. There were voices all around me. Mummers really. There was something about them that was threatening. The pain became worse. Seeping from my head to my entire body, I could smell blood. It made me feel sick. I couldn't breathe out of the nausea. Oblivion was falling over me and I welcomed it. I let myself drift away.

EPOV

Ughhh! Humans were inconceivable. I was pacing up and down my room. Waiting. I needed warm blood. I needed soft flesh that I could ooze my teeth into and relieve my thirst. However, it never came. Stupid, stupid, stupid humans. Couldn't they deliver a decent meal on time? If they weren't careful, I would be imposed to feast on them and break my promise to those wretched werewolves.

Suddenly I smelt it. Blood. It was the most potent blood I had ever smelt. I could feel it wafting towards me. I inhaled deeply, it took the patience and self-control of the entire human population, no, the strongest gravitational pull to stop myself bounding out the door and feasting upon the weak human's neck. Luckily, I have gained enough perspective in my 108 year life to understand Patience is a virtue.

Oh God. Never have I endured such extreme mental torture such as this. The smell was unexplainable. Explicit. You will have it in a few moments. The weak human. All yours. The Angel, rarely heard from, in my head said. All mine? Mine. I could imagine the warm trickle of compelling blood trickling down my throat. The Devil in my head said, Go get it. It's yours for the taking. Why wait? All my carefully laden down boundaries of self-control, all my endurance, diminished. I leaped in a solid graceful movement out of the room.

BPOV

I could feel myself moving. Someone was carrying me. I was too exhausted to care. I was going to die anyway. I had become the victim. Yet, I thought about my parents and my friends. NO, NO, NO, NO. They were going to suffer pain and loss because of me. I couldn't die. Suddenly, through all the pain in full motion around my body, I felt a hint of resolve. I would not let my family suffer for my death because I was NOT going to die.

I heard a growl. Hang on a second, a growl? I flickered my eyes open and standing over me was the most perfect, indescribable God-like creature leaning over me. My breathe, what little I had left of it anyway, caught in my throat. I was over whelmed at his scent. Incredible.

He held my gaze for a while with his gorgeous red eyes. RED EYES? But of course it was apparent to me that this was no human. How could one human be so flawless?

EPOV

I couldn't touch her. The Angel wrapped in the guard's arms. She was untouchable. Beautiful. As soon as I bounded out of the room, exhilarated by her scent, I stopped. There she was. Covered in blood. Hell, how the Gods loved to torture me. I held my breath and I felt something. My dead heart was beating.

"Take her to a room and get her cleaned up," I said through clenched teeth. The guard holding her scuttled off petrified yet relieved. My throat willed me to go and devour the stunning creature. However, my brain and heart wouldn't allow it.

Almost flying through the air with speed, I ran to the nearest human guard and satisfied my thirst on him. When I had finished, I chucked the lifeless body full force out of the open window. Of course, I broke my pact. I could say that this young man was in love with the girl and offered himself instead of her. The smirk was wiped off my face. I was in internal pain. I was in love.

BPOV

I awoke gasping and trembling. I had the worst dream. A dream that I had been kidnapped and taken to an underground base, where they had beaten me up. At this thought my cuts and bruises hurt. Ugh!!!!!!!! It wasn't a dream. But, where was I now? I was in a huge beautiful room. The windows were stain glass and the walls were made out of grey stone. In the corner burnt a fireplace, still flickering feebly. Everything was medieval except my bed. It was huge and white, yet around it were equipment that one would find at a hospital. I looked into m hand to see an IV stuck into it. I groaned. I. Hate. Needles.

Looking down I saw I was changed into a white dress. It went up to my knees. The top was spaghetti straps. It was simple and casual. I loathed it. Where were my jeans and tees? Getting off the side of my bed, I gentle removed the IV. I winced at it cut through my skin. Ignoring the pricking sting in my right hand, I found my sandals. At least these were mine.

I edged towards the door. I was groggy and felt like I had slept for a long time. I fell over nothing in my unsteadiness. That was so me. Finally I straightened up and took the door handle. Twisting it in my around it I opened it wide. OH MY GOD!

"Jake?" I said.

"Bells?" Shock was evident on his face. There was also anger. No that was putting it lightly. He was furious.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." He said so low I didn't even think I heard right. Jacob never swore like this. He pulled me into a hug. So tight that I cried out in pain. I was confused beyond belief right now. I open my door to look at the corridor and find my best friend from middle-school Jacob Black. Once again I was overwhelmed and I burst out into tears. Jake stroked my hair, comforting me. I breathed in his musky scent. That just made me cry harder.

"Shhhh Bells, honey. I swear no one will hurt you. I promise you." He murmured in my ears. Once I was sure I was emotionally stable before I pulled away. Jake had grown so tall and muscular. I could have sworn he was double the height I remember him.

"Jake? What the hell is going on? Why am I here? Why are you here? And why the hell am I wearing a dress?" This made Jake chuckle, but then he stopped and looked at me carefully for a while.

"Bella, I don't think I can tell you. You will find out. But for you to find out like this. Let's just say its good im here."He looked apologetic. I took a deep breath, trying to control my anger.

"Jake I am going to ask you one more time. What the hell is going on?"

"Please Bella. I can't tell you but I am sure he will."

"He? Who the hell is he?" I said asked, irritation evident in my voice. Suddenly Jacob looked over my head and whispered, "Him."

I turned my head and saw him coming towards me. Down the corridor. The unbelievably handsome God.