He pressed the chemical cloth to her rose-tinted lips for a few seconds. She struggled from his gentle gasp, which turned to an intense grasp in order to keep her from getting away. She instantly passed out onto his arms.

As he had hoped getting his angel was, surprising easy. Good thing, God was with him that day by giving him a natural distraction to get her.

Giving a quick glance around the house and street, making sure there were no witnesses, he carried her to his car in a bridal style hold. His car was parked at the corner of the street, clicking on his unlock button of his key chain, he opened the door. Gently, placing her into the front seat, and putting the seat belt on her. He checked her body for any signs of injuries; he noticed the forming bruises on her forearm from her struggle.

The factor he forgot to calculate into getting his angel was her willpower. Which unfortunately, she hurt herself while trying get away from his gasp. Luckily, he had some medical cream in the back of the car that could ease and remove the forming bruises. His fingers lingered on her soft, warm skins as he applied the cream.

It was almost lunch time, when he realized that he had been in her neighborhood for close to three hours, looking and feeling her. He needed to get out of there, fast, before people started wondering what he was doing.

He started his car and drove to their future home. It was a hour away for the town in a secluded area surrounded by trees and the scenery had been untouched for generations. He knew that Bella would like the location and house.


"What just happened?" Bella frantically said as she was attempting to get up from the bed. She quickly glance around the room hoping the answer laid in front of her. Why was she in this room?

A sudden pang of headache welcome her, once she propelled herself from the sleeping position. Her head suddenly fell down onto the pillow with pain. The only part of her body that wasn't in pain was her eyes, which kept darting around the room.

This wasn't her room. It didn't even look familiar. Where was she? The walls were scarlet red, the flooding was made of marble and she dressed in silk, black nightgown. She didn't own the nightgown, where was her clothes? Who room does it belong to? Why was she here?

Struggling to get up, she forced herself to get up. She held onto the bed's wooden railing to support herself up. Her hand was still pressing against her forehead, still trying to ease the massive headache. Her legs started to give up under her. The pain was so much to endure, she collapsed onto the cold floor.

In the back of her head, she heard, "must get up, must get up, must get up..." The motivation chants continued. Pulling herself off the floor, she again grabbed the railing for support. Her voice was starting to come back to her.

"Where am I," Bella yelled. "Anyone, please?" she plead. No one answered back.

Her energy started to come back. She now was able to get a full look around the room. The room contained no evidence of personal belonging or identity. No phones, photos, books, or papers was in the room.

Who ever lived here did not want to be known.


During his time as a research scientist at his company. He had developed several chemicals formula, that could be use for all sorts of purposes. One of them was the chemical he used on his angel to get her to passed out.

The chemical was federally funded by the government for military purposes and his company was ask to produce. It code name was, M897, and it could be highly dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands.

M897 was about to be release for clinical testing and had never been used before. His angel would be the first to test it.

In small amount it could make the victim forget their memory, five minutes prior to passing out. It would also take at least six hours for them to regain consciousness, with side effects for at least two hours afterward. Some of side effects included: dizziness, loss of energy, lower reflexes and loss of hand-eyes coordination.

Looking at the clock on the wall. She should be waking up, very soon, and he needs to see her. He expected her to be at least hungry when she woke up and it was almost time for supper.

He wanted to have a good first impression on his angel. One of the quality he learned just for her was how to cook. In his research about her he discovered her favorite meal included Sheppard's Pie and a side of fresh salad and fruits.

He went off to prepare her meal.


Bella closely examine the room for more details. The bed was king size and took up a small fraction in the large room. Empty dressers and cabinets lined the room's wall, there were two doors in the room. One leading to an empty walk-in closet and the other leading to the restroom.

She slowly approached the restroom door and opened it. The room was larger then her bedroom and dining room combined. The color was a warm sand tone with carefully place decoration of silver and gold pieces. There was one side completely dedicated to two sinks and a huge mirror that took up the whole wall. Next to it was a close-up section for the toilet. A luxury jacuzzi lined the other side, next to it was a large bath and shower area. The cabinets in the restroom were still empty. The room was unused.

Walking out into the bedroom, she observed the windows looking outside.

The bedroom contains several large windows looking outside into the surrounding forests. The sunlight shined through the room during the day, and the night sky replace it during the night. Judging from the sunset coming from the outside, it would be around five or six and Charlie should be getting home.

He would be wondering where his dinner was or asking me if we wanted to eat out. He should be climbing up the stairs into my room and knocking at this moment to ask me. When he does, I wouldn't be in the house, or even the town. Then, he would have dinner alone, just like before I moved in with him.

What would Charlie do when he discovered she was missing? He know that as a police, he needed to wait at least 48 hours before he could report her missing. Could he possibly not notice and think she was hanging out with friends? Would he call Jessica or Angela, and question them? Would they be a national search effort for her discovery? She can see it now, "For today's news, we have missing girl from Washington. She about 19 year old, slim..." Maybe, he would have thought I left him for Arizona. Would he go on with his everyday's life like before or what? There's too many possibilities to think about right now.

Maybe, if I can just budge the window or door, just a little. I can leave and none of these thoughts would ever happen.

Trying to push the door and rattle it led to no result. Attempting to unlock the windows, never happened, or even pushing against it. She tried slamming the door's hinge with her shoulders, still no result. There was no objects in the room that could possibly be use to break or open any unopened doors or windows. Wait, maybe the lamp would work...quickly grabbing the lamp, she hurled it our the windows, repeatedly. The window didn't even crack. The room remained the same except for a broken lamp laying on the corner of the room.

She came to the conclusion, whoever lived here did not right to be known and did not want her to escape. This sounded like a horror movie or the kidnaping of Elizabeth Smart. The difference was that she didn't have a clue or evidence on who took her. Neither, was she from an affluent class and she didn't have any qualities that would make her standout from other people.

Come to think about it, what did she have that stand out from the crowd? Maybe whoever took her, wanted to torture and then murder her. It sounded too much like the movie, Silence of the Lambs, when Buffalo Bill held the girl captive to starve and then, planned to murder.

Need to get these thoughts out her head. She went down on her knees and starting to pray.

O Christ Jesus,

when all is darkness

and we feel our weakness and helplessness,

give us the sense of Your presence,

Your love, and Your strength.

Help us to have perfect trust

in Your protecting love

and strengthening power,

so that nothing may frighten or worry us,

for, living close to You,

we shall see Your hand,

Your purpose, Your will through all things.

She collapse onto the bed after the prayer. Her whole body hurt from the incident of hitting the windows and doors. She didn't remember the last she ate. Her whole body is about to fall asleep. She needed to preserve her remaining energy for her next plan to escape this room. It felt like a psychological hospital room in here.

If god heard her pray, then she should be able to escape unharmed to her house. The realization hit her, she doesn't know her way back home from this location. She could be in a totally, different state or country by now. If this was prank, then it was a cruel prank. Maybe someone would pop out and tell that she was on reality prank show.

Maybe, this was all a nightmare and tomorrow everything would be the same, right?

Her eyes were about to shut down and fall asleep. Then, she heard the door opened and she her body turned to the direction of the sound.

A man came in the room holding a tray of food.


One of the worst part about moving into a new house was getting all the supplies and remembering where you put it. It took a while to locate everything he needed to make her dinner. Once in a while he needed to explored the food pantry for the seasoning, but aside from the dinner preparation went flawless. Hopefully, she would enjoy his cooking.

It wasn't the greatest. Several cooking books laid scatted abound the kitchen table, ingredient were still out and pans needed to be clean. He rushed to clean up his mess while the food was cooking. He was usually a clean freak at his house when he had servants to order around. But he couldn't take that chance here until he trusted Bella not to leave him.

The timer went off. The food was ready to be serve. He put the food on the tray and started to walk upstairs to they bedroom.

When he was walking toward the room, he heard her pray, he needed to wait till she was finish. Waiting several minutes after she finished praying, he knocked and then unlocked the door. Stepping into the bedroom with the tray of food, would be the first time he was this close to his angel.

He saw her laying on the bed with a panic look on her face. Why would she be scare of him? This was only the first meeting they have, face to face. He didn't even say anything to her yet. They stood there standing at each other until he made the first move of walking toward the table next to the bed and placing the food tray down.

Sitting down on the bed. He stretched out his hands.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Edward Cullen. I found you lying on the park ground when you fainted for lack of nutrition," he lied smoothly. "So, I took you here because I couldn't find any identity on your body and the clothes you were wearing was drenched in rain."

She still did not response to his charming voice, so he continued speaking, hoping she would reply.

"It would have been unmoral for me to leave you in the forest, in your condition. We are a couple hours from the park I found you in." he continued. "I made you dinner, here have some."

She continued staring him down as he cut the food for her.

"It's not poison, I promise, I'm a doctor," taking a fork he ate some of the pie. "See? Here have some, it's good and it would help you regain your energy."

No reply from her.

"Maybe, your still in shock from the experience," he started to say to himself. "I'm going to leave you for the night to finish your meal and take a good night sleep."

He walked to the door and shut the door. He made sure to lock the door when he left. He doesn't need her to try to leave the room again. He saw the broken lamp and her sore shoulders.

Tomorrow would be a new day and he can try winning her over again. He went to his room and starting brainstorming ways to win her over, until he too fell asleep.