Chapter 2-

As soon as Edward closed the door, I thought of opening it nd running away but I was sure he would stop me before I lifted my hand from my lap. And he had threatened Charlie so I couldn't.

He got into the driver's seat in one fluid motion, awakened the car, the stereo turning on, and drove it into the road his hand moving faster than my eyes could follow. Clair De Lune played; the circumstances turned the beautiful and calming composition into ambience music of a horror movie. That and him reaching the other side of the speedometer made my stomach shrivel up and shy away.

I was tense, sitting in the passenger seat, only a foot away from Edward. My ki- the one who kidnapped me.

I never thought it would happen to me and what hurt was that I never had a chance. He was inhuman; there was nothing I could do.

His knuckles were white from how tightly he gripped the steering wheel. I sat, arms around me, trying really hard to remain calm and level headed.

Every now and then he would look over to me. Each time I felt like I was beyond exposed, like my skin was peeled off.

"Don't be so afraid. I'm not…going to kill you." He said calmly. His voice was…beautiful, attractive, and he sounded so sincere that I honestly believed for a second that he actually meant it.

"Y-you hesitated there." I said voice wavering. He chuckled softly as if I was purposefully making the joke.

"I did, but I meant what I said."

I suppose back when we were both in school I thought he was every girl's dream. It was a fleeting thought, a thought that escaped his obssessed stared. I wish I could have too.

"Why are you doing this." I asked softly.

"Please keep quiet." He nearly growled. I knew that was that, that I should ask or at least refrain from pushing his buttons. I took a deep breath through my nose and let it out slowly through my mouth. Don't cry, don't cry, don't-

"Can you not do that?!" He yelled. He rolled down the windows, the cold wind purging the car from my breath. I stared in shock. one second he was 'normal', the next he was furious.

"I need you to please, be quiet, still, and not breathe like that. Do you think you can handle that?!" I bit my lip, tears beginning to form. What the hell was he asking, I didn't understand.

"I need to keep a clear head and it's difficult enough as it is with you so close. My mind is full of your scent." He said more calmly but I got the feeling he was disgusted with me or hated me. I swear, it was as if he had multiple personalities. It was giving me whiplash. I even wanted to apologize but I stayed quiet.

No. I won't apologize. I won't victimize myself.

He drove at six times the speed limit for what felt like forever, switching onto the 101 then 20 a while back, but the sun had only begun to set when we reached Port Townshend. He continued on over the bridge to Fort Casey State Park. He crossed the island, getting back on the 20 in another town and drove through another patch of forest. I had no idea where we were, or where we were headed.

The sky turned pitch black and the temperature dropped dramatically. The moment I shivered in my long sleeve, Edward shed his jacket and held it out to me. Confused but thinking I should take it in case he got mad, I took it and put it on. I curled up in the seat, not caring about the expensive leather, and kept looking out the window. He drove past the signs too fast for me to read them but I knew he was covering a lot of ground. At around 11 pm, I was struggling to keep my eyes open.

Whe i was coming to, I thought that I had the most insane dream. Until I opened my eyes. 12:35 pm. I tried to sit up in the seat that was reclined and to rub foff the sleep from my eyes.

It wasn't a dream!

He was silent for a moment, while I looked out the window. We were driving through another town but we were definitely not in America anymore.

Canada…The red maple leaf on the flag was unmistakeable.

"Are you hungry? I bought some food." I stared at him with a mixture of anger and horror in my face.

"How did you…" He took out two blue passports from the compartment over his head.

"You...?!" I reached over to take them but he caught my wrist.

"Bella…" He said seductively. He brought the inside of my wrist just under his nose. What is he doing?!

He inhaled deeply, eyes closed, like one does when smelling flowers. He was enjoying it, because a small smile appeared. When he opened his eyes, they were black. I sat there with my mouth hanging open.

"I can't get enough…I don't know how much longer I can last without…a taste…"

Vampire!

Thank you Jansails for following last night!