"I've finally caught you." James said, caressing my cheek gently before giving it a hard slap. My entire body was rigid as ice and shaking. "After so many years of running..."

Every day for several weeks as he repeated only those words. Apparently the loss of his beloved has driven him to insanity. But he only had a few more days before the full moon came and I didn't expect him to keep me alive for the next few hours.

He's kept me dehydrated and beaten my body to the point of breaking. I can't move by myself anymore. Among the other things he's done to me, he's forced me to accept that I'm not going to make it. With every hour that passed, I began to wish that every hit would be my last. That after all this time he would finally end it.

After several hours of pure beating he left to feed. Without much effort I checked the chains that were wrapped around my waist and they were very lose. I've lost a massive amount of weight and if I tried I might be able to get free. But I wouldn't get very far before he found me once more.

Resting my head against the ground I closed my eyes and rested.

When I woke up night had fallen and James wasn't huddled in the corner. I was still in the same position before I fell asleep and most of my wounds have actually healed. He's never this careless, I thought lifting myself off the ground. His faded scent confirmed his absence.

A very faint spark of hope lifted inside of me. I might actually be able to escape.

With agonizing slowness I pulled the chains off and crawled to the door. He stupidly forgot to lock it. Dragging my fail body down the steps I fell into muddy dirty. Light rain hit my back, washing away the blood that was layered on my skin.

I located a puddle and gulped huge amounts of water before gagging. Feeling some of my strength return I got onto my knees and sat up, letting the rain clean me. But I wasn't out of the woods yet. James could still return at any moment.

Ignoring the fatigue and pain, I ran in whatever direction that led to safety. I slipped several times and this all seemed like a dream. Am I awake? I really couldn't focus on anything.

My lungs burned and a wave of faintness hit me harder then James ever did. Dropping to the ground black dots swam around me. My breathing was short, painful and didn't satisfy me. Coldness seeped into my body and I wondered if I was dying. Did I push my body too far?

Wading into unconsciousness I felt someone come near me. Tensing up I waited for him to break into a frenzy and kill me.

"Bella is that you?" A melodic voice filled my ears and I realized that it wasn't James. "Bella!"


~Authors Note~

I previously posted this on mibba as bluepaperhearts. I transferred the story onto here and deleted it from there.