Ok, for those of you that are following Stockholm Syndrome, here is the story from the other side of the looking glass. This is Bella's POV and the story of her experience through everything. For those of you that are just coming into the Stockholm Syndrome experience, I invite you to check out the other story under this saga and read Edward's POV. I hope you enjoy and these chapters will follow along with EPOV.

Stockholm Syndrome BPOV - Chapter 1

Oh god! Why did I have to sentence myself to the rest of my high school existence here in Forks? I knew the answer, because I cared about my mom's happiness more than my own. So here I sat, in my truck that Charlie had so thoughtfully purchased for me, trying to make my way out of the parking lot and away from the stares.

I had been the object of those stares all day long and one person in particular really creeped me out with the way he stared, one Edward Cullen. He looked at me like he was deciding between ignoring me and killing me. I hoped for the first of the two but couldn't be sure with the dark air that surrounded him on which option he would choose.

I passed the car that his siblings were getting in and noticed that he was not with them. It disturbed me some to not know his whereabouts. They all eyed me suspiciously and I felt an ominous cloud settle over me at that moment. I knew nothing of this family other than what I had heard from the kids at school. I would make it a point to ask Charlie at dinner.

I passed the grocery store and doubled back deciding to pick up something special for my dinner conversation with Charlie. I knew that things had to be approached carefully with him so that he wouldn't get the wrong idea. I picked up some steaks and potatoes and avoided Mike Newton on my way out of the store. He was another one whose stares had creeped me out. Not in the same way that Edward had, but his were more like he wanted me as a possession, a trophy for his shelf.

I made it home and put the potatoes in to bake then marinated the steaks and put them in the fridge. It was pretty dry outside, an oxymoron for Forks, so I decided to spread out a blanket in the back yard and read some while the potatoes cooked.

I couldn't immerse myself in the book because I was still haunted by the predatory stare that Edward had given me. Every time the name Edward or Edmund crossed the pages I was reminded of his eyes and the way they seemed to devour my soul. I closed the book and my eyes needing relax my mind. A nap was out of the question with food cooking, so I resigned myself into daydreaming of the arid Arizona landscape.

I was wrenched from my mental vacation by something cold clamping around my mouth. I tried to scream but it was muffled by the icy object that was preventing my pleas for help. I realized that I was upright and being carried into the trees, away from my sanctuary. I tried to fight the iron grasp that held me but nothing I did seemed to matter. Every inch I thought I gained was taken from me by a flexing of muscle.

My heart raced as the fear set in. Who had me? What would they do to me? Would I ever see my father again? Forks again? My personal hell looked like heaven and I wanted nothing more than to race back to it.

I was being taken further and further into the woods and I knew I had to try to escape. I kicked with all the force I had only to meet a brick wall with each strike. My mind was on survival mode and my body went into autopilot, striving for survival. My fingers tried to tear at the flesh of the attacker but the skin was like stone and it caused my nails to break off. My painful scream was muffled by the hand still clamped firmly over my mouth.

I heard a sharp intake of breath right beside my ear then felt a cold tingly object, a tongue; drag along the length of my neck. I froze instantaneously. Horrendous visions of what this person had in mind for me multiplied. I hoped that whatever this demon had planned for me would leave me alive so I could return to my family. My body resumed the ability to defend itself and I struggled more against my attacker.

NO! I would not die today! If this person wanted more from me he would have to take it forcefully. With this renewed determination I continued my attack. I kicked harder than I had ever kicked before. My feet throbbed with the pain that jolted through them. Still, I fought on. I would not die today. I would survive and I would get away. I kept kicking, as if my life depended on it because it did. If I could just make his grasp slip, for just a second so I could scream, I hoped my neighbors would hear and come to help me. I had to try.

I took in the deepest breath that I could, considering the fact that his steel like arm was firmly gripping me, and pulled my leg up for one hard kick. When my foot impacted with his leg I felt and heard the crunching of bones. The pain ricocheted through my body in ever increasing intensity. I screamed out, in pain, in fear, in defeat. I could not fight him off.

I felt the cold tingly tongue drag across my skin once more and hoped that he wouldn't wait much longer. Just take what you want and leave, I thought as an eerie calm settled around us. The forest was quiet and the only sound I heard was mine and his breaths. I settled deep within myself, hoping to remove my mind from the assault that was about to commence on my body.

What happened next was straight out of a horror movie. I felt lips against my neck and heard a sharp intake of breath before the feeling of daggers pierced my skin. I felt lips close around the daggers and a gentle sucking start. This had to be a dream. It could only be a dream. With that thought, I let my mind drift off as my body was violated.

I found myself in a meadow that I had never visited before. It was perfectly round and the sun was shining. The ground was carpeted with thick grass and wild flowers. There was a soft breeze but no sounds around me. I dropped to my knees, grateful for the escape. My fingers ran across the grass and it felt velvety under them.

Just then I heard a lustful groan beside me. A quick glance showed nothing and no one nearby. The groan stretched out, oddly soothing and velvet like. It was almost erotic and the sound caressed my skin.

I suddenly felt as if I was moving through the air and got the odd sensation of being dizzy even though I had not moved.

A deep male voice floated across the meadow, issuing what sounded like a calm warning. "Let her go, bro," the voice said. My body felt like it was being spun around again before coming to a sudden stop.

I heard a dark snarl then felt as if I was alone, isolated, with guilt and despair overriding my senses. A tinkling female voice invaded the meadow. "Edward, let her go, you don't want to do this," the bell like voice said. Edward? Edward? Was that who had taken me?

Suddenly flashes of Edward's predatory gaze flashed in the air in front of me. The female's voice was still ringing in the air like the resounding echoes of a church's bells. The voice brought hope that I would survive.

A dark growl sounded right behind me, shaking the entire meadow before it started to spin around me. I was sick with the movement but was frozen still with fear.

The deep male voice spoke again. "Edward, we said drop her. Drop her or we will make you," the deep voice said again followed by an ominous chuckle.

The meadow started to fade as the images of four people started to appear. I felt the vice like grip surround my torso again and the pain was evident in my neck, ribs, hands, and feet. A deadly shriek filled the air and reminded me of the howling winds through the mountain canyons. The shriek filled my veins with ice. I felt an unease of trepidation. Something was happening. As that last thought crossed my mind the meadow disappeared and was replaced with the familiar forest behind my father's house.

I heard the tearing of metal like a high speed car crash was happening right beside me then felt the grip on my body cease as I dropped to the ground, painfully. I was free but I couldn't escape. I heard a commotion from above and the snapping of a tree.

Then, more cold hands clamped onto my body and I was being lifted. I felt the wind rushing past me as my body seemed to be cradled against two stone figures. The last sound I heard before drifting off was a ferocious snarl echoing off the trees in the distance.

I woke back up as a pain I had never felt started to sear my neck and throat. It felt like someone was branding me with a hot iron. The blood in my veins felt like fire and I started to scream. My hands instinctively clawed at the pain, trying to dig it out. I felt cold hands restrain my own and another cold hand, smaller than the first, clamp over my mouth.

As the fire started to consume me I heard the tinkling bell like voice speak again. "We don't have time, it will be too late. We have to do this ourselves."

Another female voice spoke from the darkness, "I can't do that! I don't have the control! Only Carlisle can!"

"We don't have time," the first voice said. "I can do it, I will do it."

"I'm calling Carlisle!" the second voice said as a grip tightened around me.

"We don't have time! It has to be now!" the first voice said as I felt my body be put on the ground. "Bella? Bella? You will be ok. I will take the pain away."

My screams sounded out as I heard the second female speaking quickly to someone not present. I was jolted by the feeling of cold lips settling over the burning in my neck and the soft sucking starting up. This was it. This was the end. I was going to die.

Well??? What did you think? I hope you enjoyed and will check out Stockholm Syndrome (from EPOV). Reviews are always appreciated.