A/N: OMG, thank you to those who reviewed, favorited and author alerted in the last chapter! Your encouragement is greatly appreciated. Well, here is the second chapter, so enjoy…

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Two Worlds: Exposed – Chapter Two

I had to avert my eyes from the window when the sun began rising in the sky. It was morning, and I haven't slept a wink, not that I tried. I was too anxious to even close my eyes, and I think, I've become too accustomed to feel Edward's cold arms wrapped around me when I sleep.

Angela was asleep on the bed, located in the other room, while I'm wide awake, and perching precariously on the edge of the bed. My zombie costume, which consisted of an old-fashioned white dress, was crumpled, and maybe torn in places.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" I heard the alarm sound from the other side of the wall. Angela's alarm just sounded. "It's Sunday, the second of September, which means our weekly top 10 songs will be announced later this morning. If you don't want to miss it, then sit up, kick those sheets off the bed and –"

"Uuurgh," Angela groaned. There was a loud snap, in which, I think, was when she hit the snooze button. The radio alarm was silent again, leaving me wondering if any of my songs are in the top ten. It's been a while since I've released a song. 'If We Were A Movie' is my latest single, and I haven't heard from Agnes any news about it.

I wonder why Agnes hadn't called me, or contacted me in another way, about it.

"Bella?" I lifted my head up and saw Angela. Her hair was a mess and her pajamas crumpled. "Have you slept at all?" I closed my eyes and shook my head. "My gosh, Bella… You're eyes! It's red and ooh," her face grimaced and she bit her lip, "you've got bags under them. Right, I'm sending you to sleep. Now."

"I can't," my voice crackled from the lack of use. "I'm worrying too much. Alice called some time around three, and I haven't heard from her since. Edward isn't bothering to call me, and I'm worried because the only thing Alice told me was to go to sleep, which I can't do unless I hear from Edward, but I haven't, so –"

"Take a breath, Bella!" I stopped talking and did what she told me to do. "Good, now why don't you take a relaxing bath, while I go to the shops and buy something…a sleeping pill or some milk, or something?"

"No, it's oka–"

"Shh!" She pressed her lips together. "Yes, I have to. I don't know what you've done to yourself while I was sleep but it's clear that it's not doing you good. Take that bath," she threw a towel at me, "while I get some things for you."

"You know you could just call room service," I croaked as I made my way to the mirror.

"I know," she said as she changed into something suitable for outside, "but ever since that family holiday in California when I was nine, I've never trusted the room service." I was curious to know what had happened, but stopped myself from asking, realizing that I'm just procrastinating.

I did a double take when I saw my reflection. Now I can see why Angela was grimacing. My eyes were bloodshot, redder than I've ever seen them, and I the bags under my eyes have bags under them, if that's even possible. But it was not my appearance that shocked me. No, it was at the thought of what I did to myself that made me look like this. I can't believe I've neglected my body. It's been craving for sleep, it's that obvious, so why didn't I?

I've been too worried for Edward, that's why.

If only he calls to check in, send a short text message, anything, then I'll be fine. I want to know if he's alright. I want Alice to call and tell me that her visions changed, and that James didn't rip Edward to shreds and bury them deep underground. That's the reason why she called at three in the morning, not to tell me to go to sleep, but to inform me of the change in her visions.

The loud click of the door closing made me realize that I have to take a shower, as per Angela's orders. I grabbed the towel and threw it across my back. I shed my clothes and put on the suite's complimentary bathrobe, and once the bathtub was filled up with hot, steamy water, I slid inside. The hot water against my skin was painful, but it was welcomed pain.

I don't know how long I was in the tub. I actually fell asleep for a short while, and when I woke up, the water was deathly cold. Shivering, I stepped out and drained the tub. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and was happy at what I saw. I looked refreshed – rejuvenated. It's amazing how much something as simple as sleep can do. My eyes still had bags under them, though.

"Angela?" I called out once I finished changing. My hair, despite being wet, was tied up in a messy ponytail, and it was dripping down my back. "Angela, do you know where I placed the hairdryer? My hair's dripping!"

I checked all the rooms, and saw no Angela. When I settled myself on the bar chair, I noticed a small slip of post-it paper on one of the wine bottles. 'Bella,' it read, 'you were asleep so the now useless sleeping pill is by the sink. I've bought milk. It's in the fridge right now. I know it was a stupid thing to do since we're leaving tomorrow morning, but hey. I felt like buying milk. I'm with a friend I met last night, so don't wait up for me. I'll be back sometime tonight.'

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was five thirty five. Wow, I've been asleep for at least eleven hours. I guess I should sleep some more, but the whole sleeping in the bathtub thing made me more energetic than ever, so I decided to go shopping. Maybe I can buy an 'I 3 NY' shirt for someone back home.

Snatching my handbag from my room, I dashed out into the hallway, down the elevator and lastly, out the revolving door. The cold air that was New York hit me in the face. I breathed it in. I love it here in New York. The people are always busy, scurrying around to get to work, or else they'll miss their appointment.

As I walked around the streets, I passed by five hotdog stands. When I passed the next hotdog stand, I took out some money and paid for one. I haven't eaten all day, and it's safe to say that I'm famished. My dad will be down my throat if he finds out I've been starving myself. It's not like I didn't have any money to buy food. I can picture him shouting at me now. The vein on his throat will be throbbing, and his face will be a deep shade of red.

I stopped walking when I saw a flash of red through my peripheral vision. I scanned the alleyway across the road. I was sure there was something there. Someone with a red laser torch, maybe. Perhaps some kid's messing around. With that thought, I shrugged my shoulders and continued on walking. I was busy searching through clothes in some boutique when I heard my phone ring.

"Hello?" I asked. It was from an unknown cell number. "This is Marie speaking," I said, using my middle name. My dad says to never use my first name when talking to someone I didn't know. For all I'll know, this could be a deranged stalker who somehow got my number.

"Marie?" the voice from the other line said. "I'm sorry; I must have the wrong number. I'm look for an Isabella." I dropped the shirt that I was holding. "Her friend's a friend of mine that I met last night. Angela was her name."

Something's not right about this. If Angela met someone last night, she wouldn't, first of all, give out my number, and second, she wouldn't give out my number using my real name. I shakily picked up the shirt and placed it back where I got it from. Signaling the cashier, I told her that I will be back later to pay for my purchases.

"I'm sorry," I said to this impostor, whoever he or she is. I couldn't tell if this person was a man or woman. The voice was deep, but not like a man's voice deep…just deep. "I don't know who you are talking about. I have a friend called Angelica," I lied, "not Angela. You must've typed the number in wrong. Again, I'm sorry."

"Well it must be Angelica then," the voice hurried to say, "I was quite drunk when we met." My eyebrows rose at this. I know, for a fact, that the people Angela was hanging around with last night weren't drunk, a tad tipsy, but not drunk.

"I'm sorry." I flipped the lid upside down to end the call, only to open it again to call Alice. I would've called Edward, only he seems too busy to find time to talk to me. And besides, if he really was chasing this human drinker, I wouldn't want him to lose concentration.

"Alice," I sighed in relief when I heard her melodious voice. "I don't know what just happened, but something's not right."

"What's wrong?" came Alice's frantic reply. "I tried calling you earlier but the line was busy. Jasper was just about to call you when you called." She sighed heavily, "You don't know how relieved I am to hear from you. I had this vision of J-James kill – no – drinking you in your hotel room. Blood was everywhere. In the water…the rug…the mirror…"

"Ahk," I barely swallowed my own vomit. "Alice, please, no details. I don't want a mental image of my own death."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but – oh, Bella!" she screamed, "I love you! You're like my older sister, and I don't want you to die! It's just – I'm scared, and even Jasper can't make this fear go away. I…" she stopped speaking for a while, and so I waited patiently. I walked back to the hotel so that I had something to do. Maybe Angela will be there already.

"Bella," Alice said frenetically. "Please, please, please, promise me you won't go into any alleyways? Promise me you won't."

"Didn't I tell you that last night already?" I asked, incredulous. I walked through the revolving door and was in the elevator, halfway to my suite. "But either way, I promise to not do anything stupid like walking into an alleyway, alone, in New York at," I checked the time in my phone, "seven-oh-nine in the evening."

"Then how come my vision won't disappear? It's a completely different alleyway this time, but James is still there with you… and Edward's in the background. Oh, Bella… the blood! If this does happen, I don't think you can come out of this as a human. There's only a slim chance. If this James character won't suck you dry, then the venom will still spread around your system. And if, by chance again, James couldn't bite you, then maybe the blood will tempt Edward."

"What did I just tell you about, about the details, Alice?" My voice was acting up on me. Why do I feel like breaking down, right now? "And how many times do I have to tell you? I am not, repeat not, going into an alleyway, because it is a stupid, stupid, stupid, idea. I promise that I will stay in my room," the elevator door opened, and searched my handbag for my door key, card…thing.

"Okay," I heard Alice take a deep breath from the other line, though I didn't know why since vampires don't need oxygen. "I know, and I'm sorry, again, for not believing you. It's just that, my visions are never wrong. They are subjective, yes, but when one as strong as this one comes along, it nearly always comes true."

"There you go," I said, triumphant. "'Nearly always'; it's not a positive that it'll come true."

"Yeah, you're right," I can practically hear the smile on her face. "Okay, I've got to go. Rosalie just called Jasper. She said she's come across another vampire's scent where she's at. Somewhere near a Tipton hotel."

"Somewhere near a Tipton hotel?" I couldn't help but repeat what she said, because I am currently standing in a Tipton hotel. Fear shot through my heart. Maybe this is the place Rosalie's talking about.

'Nonsense,' my brain chastised, 'there are other Tipton hotels in New York.'

But could the chances be…

I opened the door, having finally found the key card, and was horrified by what I saw. The entire room was a mess. Chairs were upturned, mirrors and vases were broken, feathers and fluff were everywhere, and the small chandelier was sparking, barely hanging on from the ceiling. The only thing it was holding on to was a thin blue wire. Thankfully, I can't see any clothes around, meaning whoever did this, didn't find my suitcase. Therefore, my identity as Yasmin is still a secret.

"Alice…" I said softly into the phone, "You don't want to hear what just happened to me."

I stepped into the room, turning on the lights as I did, but it turned off a second later. I went to the phone, deciding to call one of the staff and ask who had been inside recently. The locks on the door weren't damaged, meaning someone didn't break in, and the windows were all closed. There were no broken windows in sight, but plenty of broken shards from the mirrors nevertheless.

"Bella, Bella what happened? Are you okay? You've gone silent."

I vaguely heard Alice's voice. Something caught my eye by the bar, a post it note sticking to a wine bottle, right next to Angela's note. I walked over to it, and plucked it gingerly from the bottle. 'If you want to see you're friend alive again, meet me at central park at eight. Sharp. Bring nothing but your life, in exchange for hers. Yours truly, James'

Crumpling the paper in my hands, I told Alice that everything was fine. I lied to her, telling her how I accessed a different room using my key card by mistake. She laughed lightly at my blunder, and hanged up soon enough. The sinking feeling that I felt when she hung up was overwhelming.

What am I going to do now?

A/N: Short chapter, I know, but I feel like I've written everything I wanted to write in this chapter. Meet Bella in the next chapter, and see what she's going to do. She's not that foolish to meet up with James alone. Or maybe she is. I don't know. I haven't made up my mind yet.

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