Does anyone know of a way that I could get more reviews? Because I need some more. Anyway here's Chapter 2.

Hell. That's what I was in. I had died and been sent to the fiery pits of the core of the Earth. That's where I was. God had punished me because I was weak and pathetic, or at least that's where I felt like I was. I could feel the hostility floating in the air. If I was in hell right now, then why did I feel like someone didn't want me here?

Maybe because you're not in hell, you idiot, a cold voice told me.

Well it sure as hell wasn't heaven I was in. Where was this coldness coming from? It felt as if there was a presence in my head that didn't want me here, wherever here was. I was back in that comatose state again. I felt, no heard, everything that would've been going on around me, yet I couldn't grasp control of my senses. The voices from earlier were gone. Yet, I could still feel that I could hear the edge of that voice that menacingly wanted me gone before.

You're fucking nuts, The voice said again with what sounded like a scoff.

Shut the fuck up, my mind argued back.

A growl erupted from somewhere around me. My eyes shot straight open as the noise frightened me. The place that was once darkness was quickly gone and a bright light welcomed me back to earth. Blotchy lights erupted around me like I'd stared at the sun for too long. I fought hard to grasp site of my surroundings. My eyes were blinking and shutting tightly to get the color back in them. My world was spinning. I felt the way I use to when I would twist in circles on the swing at the park in Pheonix. A wave of nausea seiged through me like a wave roaring through a ship, sinking it to the ground along with my stomach.

"No more swing, Mommy." I could hear myself mumble. An amused chuckle was let out somewhere in the light.

I breathed deep breaths to calm myself and to subside the nausea. It didn't go all the way away, but it helped. I layed breathing like I just finished a marathon. That's when my senses came rushing back. My skin stuck to what felt like leather. A cool rag was left on my forehead, making my hair stick to my temples. One thing I took notice of... I was dry. Then I remembered what happened in the forest. Images starting running through my mind.

The thunder rolled in the distance and rain started to poor making me feel like icesicles were being stuck through me. Two men- one holding a mountain lion and the other holding a bear- blood dripping out of their mouths, them looking menacingly at me, the bronze haired one smirking evily at me, then... cold, stone wrapping around my waist. The last memory took me by surprise.

I slowly scanned the room I was in. First off, the leather I was lying on was an oversized leather couch. There was a window where light was beaming through from the sunrise, lighting up what appeared to be a bedroom I was in. There was a tall, wooden entertainment center full of cd's where a large, black stereo also sat, but nothing played. Paintings and other classy decorative items hung on the cream colored walls. Nice bedroom, I complimented, but for some bizarre reason there wasn't a bed. Just a couch with a foot rest.

A wave of nauseation returned to wrip through my stomach as I hurled over and I puked everywhere on the beige colored carpet,

"Oh, fucking A! Seriously! Was that really neccessary?" A voice roared from the doorway. I wiped my mouth and jumped back in shock. I didn't know anyone was in the room with me.

Hol-ey Fuck.

To say that I was taken aback from the figure in the doorway would be in understatement. I was in awe. I think my jaw might've even dropped as I gaped at the man's stunning appearance. He had pale white skin, yet it wasn't sick looking like an albino's. His hair... the bronze haired man, I suddenly remembered. I remembered him from the forest, but now I got a better view of him up close. His eyes burned of golden as they stared intensely back into my chocolate ones. His face was made of sharp features. And his head... well it was covered with a mess of bronze locks that looked like he had just finished giving it to one lucky girl. That was some sexy sex hair he had. His figure was lean and muscular. It made me wonder what he looked like under his black button down shirt and dark blue jeans. Oh, I was probably drooling right now,

"See something you like?" His velvety voice asked in an irritated tone as he rolled his eyes, "First off it's rude to stare and even more rude to puke at a person's appearance. Am I that repulsing?" He smirked. I just stared. Who was this man?

Man? No, this wasn't a man. Men didn't eat raw mountain lions, have golden eyes, have pale skin that looked unhuman, and any normal man didn't look like a Greek God.

Correction, a very sexy Greek God.

"That usually means you quit fucking staring," He growled. I jumped back a little. I was taken aback by his tone. Although, I could quickly match it up with the voice that engraved hostility and bitterness earlier when I was asleep.

He left the room and shortly returned with a towel in his hand. He threw the towel over at me, and my reflexis not being very quick, it hit me in the face making me yelp and slap myself to be able to catch it. I caught him roll his eyes once again. Why did I annoy him so much?

"What? Do I need to give you instructions also?" I looked at him confused,

"Clean your fucking mess up," He bit out, "And you know you talk in your sleep. It's very annoying," he added.

I was flaming now. I huffed out some a large gust of air from my nostrils.

"Look," I started, "I don't know who the fuck you think you are-"

"Edward, Edward Cullen, to be exact. The man who saved you from turning into a popsicle." He smirked sarcastically.

Was he serious? Was he fucking serious? Saving me? How was this saving me?

"Saving me!" I shrieked making his smirk fall, "How in the hell was that saving me? I could've perfectly walked home thank you very much."

He scoffed, "Yes, because you fainting was a sign of you getting yourself home perfectly."

He was infuriating! I could see that my being angry was amusing to him and that put a flame up my ass even more. Yes, I fainted at the site of him devouring something that would devour someone like him in two seconds. What normal person wouldn't fate at the site of that? He acted as if it was his normal everyday ritual.

"Ugh! Just get out!" I frustrantingly yelled at him.

"Excuse me?" He looked at me in disbelief, "This is my room, my house. You don't tell a person who kindly saved your life, brought you into their home, to get out of their own room. You don't even know me, you have no idea what I'm capable of. Are you fucking insane?" He asked his voice low. I just stared,

"Now, clean your mess up," He finished. He turned his back as if to leave.

"No," I responded to get a rise out of him. His back stilled as he stood there for a second. He slowly turned back to me. His eyes darkened,

"Excuse me?" His voice was dangerous.

"I said no," I had no idea where my newfound boldness came from, all I knew was that I wouldn't be treated this way. I was confused and didn't know where I was, but of course he didn't care.

A growl slowly erupted from his chest. I took a step back as his face took on a mask of something out of this world,

"Excuse me, little girl, but do you know what I am?" He asked darkly.

"I'm not a little girl!" I bit back. Seriously, I really did need to shutup. I just couldn't keep the words from coming out. He took a step towards me and I flinched back a little.

"You have no idea what I am, what I could do to you," I remembered back to the forest and the fear that paralyzed me when I saw the scene before me. The scene of him and a man slaughtering wild animals. He was closer now, I could feel his breath fan across my face,

"You remember," He stated, rather more than asked, "what you felt in the woods whenever you saw my brother and I," he finished,

"You remember the fear you felt." I looked into his eyes, "Don't act as if you're not scared now, because I could feel it," He grabbed my shoulders. I gasped and my heart stopped. His grasp wasn't tight enough to hurt me, but it was firm, "I could feel the fear radiating from you... when your heart stopped. Just like it is now. You didn't know what to think. You didn't know what I was. That's why you fainted. It was too overwhelming of a site for you.

"I could've left you there, you know? I could've let you faint and let the death temperature and the water freeze you too death. Then we wouldn't be having this problem right now," His voice started to grow, "You wouldn't be here annoying me in my own home to no end. I wouldn't be the one chosen to watch over you while the rest of my family was out hunting," With each word his anger started to grow.

His eyes closed for a second and he let out a calming breath,

"You know what I am, and I can't let you go." He let me go throwing me onto the couch. I sat as his words sank into my head.

"W-what do you mean you can't let me go?" I asked scared by what his response would be.

"You've seen too much. We can't let you go now." We? Who was we?

"I didn't see anything," I lied, trying to make him believe it. Trying to make him see that I didn't care what had happened and what I saw didn't phase me even though it did, "I don't know what you are."

"Doesn't matter," He bit back, "You know I'm something more than human. You saw what I was doing in the woods-"

"No, I didn't," I cut him off.

"But you did," His voice was dark again, "Don't try and lie. You saw the blood dripping from my lips as I drank from the animal in my arms," He painted the picture right on spot as he reminded of the disturbing memory.

"B-but some people might do that, I don't know... some people might like doing that." I tried reasoning with him, but I know he could see that I knew more than what I was letting on.

"Who are you trying to convince? Yourself? We both know what you saw. You saw me, drinking from a lion in my arms. What human does that? What human can wrestle a mountain lion or a bear to the ground with his bare hands then drink from him? No human would ever find pleasure in that if there wasn't clearly something wrong with them. But me... I'm perfectly fine with it because it's my nature."

It frightened me how quick the mood changed in the room. We were arguing and he was finding my anger as an amusement to him, then his mood darkened and the hostility returned back into his voice.

"I still don't know what you are." I said.

"I think you do, Isabella," He said my name lowly.

"H-how do you know my name?" Fear was trembling through my bones.

"Let's play a guessing game," He said darkly. It took me a minute to realize that I wasn't breathing. My breath was caught in the back of my throat and I couldn't breath. It refused to come out as rolls of goosebumps formed on my arms out of fear.

He grinned then stalked closer to me as I stood paralyzed with fear. He was soon in front of me, brushing my hair back over my shoulder carefully. He bent his head down to where I could feel his frost bite breath on my neck. A shudder ran down my spine. His skimmed his nose over my pulse point, making his way up my neck to my ear,

"What am I, Isabella?" I couldn't speak, my voice was lost. No thoughts even formed in my head. I was clueless.

"Come on, Isabella. What creature do you know that feeds off of blood?" He asked sarcastically, giving me the most obvious hint.

"V-vampire."

"Yes, and you see now that you know that I couldn't possibly let you go for fear of you spilling the big secret. And if you were to do that... well, I'd have to kill you. So you have a choice, you can stay here with my family and I and stay alive... or you can die. Your choice." With that he took a step back. He leaned over and picked up the towel. He shoved it into my hands,

"Now," He smiled as if everything was peachy-keen, "clean your mess up." He turned and walked out of the room.

I stood there taking in every bit of knowledge he just shined on me. My options were escape, then die or stay here and live in misery. Well, I think I'd rather die than live in misery.

~.~.~

Great! There were more of them? He probably had a whole family of ten that were wanting to rip my head off and suck my blood or eat me for a midnight snack. They were probably scheming up plans right now for my fate. They have it all planned out of who's going to get which body part of mine. Edward will probably drain me dry from the neck while his brother drains me from the leg, someone will have both my arms and my other leg... oh god! They probably even have a name for it: Operation Abort Isabella Swan.

God, what if he raped me? What if he raped me while I was asleep? I'm definitely not going to sleep tonight. What if he kills me then rapes my dead corpse?

You know, you're really sick, my inner voice said. Since when had I concieved an innervoice?

Get a hold of yourself! I told myself. If he wanted me dead then I'd be dead. Plus, it didn't seem like he came on to me in any way. A matter of fact, it seemed like he hated me. But how could he hate me if he didn't even know me? I was the one being pulled from my life. He saved me by choice and invited me into his home under his care. Well he could have left me to die out in the woods in the bitter cold. But still, he didn't have to be so mean. All in all, he had no right to treat me like this. Like I said before, I'm the one being pulled from my life. Well, what life I did have. I mean, surely they knew they couldn't keep me here for forever. Jacob would have the police looking for me.

Well, seeing as how they're vampires, I don't think the police could do much. Not even the whole Russian army could kill a family full of vampires.

No! No, I'm not staying here! I'm not staying in this for them to do anything they want to me. I was hopeless. They were vampires and I was human, but that didn't mean I wouldn't go down without a fight. The first time one came in here I would launch myself at them. I'd kick and scream and bite until I couldn't kick anymore, or I could run. Make a break for it as fast as I could.

I let out a defeated sigh. It was useless. They were much stronger than me, could probably squish me like a bug. I couldn't fight them without the fear of them getting angry, or worse them getting amused then me getting angry, me saying something stupid to get me into trouble. I couldn't scream because that would probably make them angry also. I couldn't make a break for it because everyone knew vampires were faster than humans.

Vampires were faster than humans.

What the fuck? Never in my life had I ever thought I'd be kidnapped by a vampire. A freaking vampire! A mythical creature that you only found in the movies. There weren't such things as vampires. They just weren't real. I couldn't wrap my mind around this. I felt like a crazy person. Sitting alone in a room thinking of ways to escape a vampire.This was pathetic. Maybe I'd fallen, hit my head on a rock, and I was still asleep. Yeah! That's it, I'm still asleep. Right now I'm freezing too death, but sooner or later I'll wake up.

I started pinching myself relentlessly as if it were a way to wake myself up from this horrid dream. Of course, though, I returned with a screech of pain. This would happen to me.

I went about the rest of the day sitting alone in Edward's room thinking of ways I could escape. The thought of dying never bothering me in the least bit. I felt like I was being held captive. No one had come in to give me anything. Surely Edward knew that humans needed food and water to survive. I would not be a caged animal. This was worse than death. Who cares if he'd kill me? It's better than this, than the life I live.

This is exactly what I needed. My life couldn't get any worse. I might as well have been in hell.

I denied thoughts of ways of escaping, seeing there was no way possible I would be able to escape.

That's when one thought crept into my head. I stared out the window from the couch, noticing the three 'o clock blazing sun shine through.

The sun burnt vampires up.

Perfect!

The perfect plan formed in my mind.

~.~.~

I had sat in the room for two hours mustering up the courage to go into, what was now, a silent hallway. For hours I had sat listening to nothing outside the room. No words, not even a movement was to be heard. I was starting to wonder if Edward had left. I'd went through my plan millions of times in my head- Sneak into the hallway, run to the nearest exit as fast as possible, then into the sun. I'd have to agree to say it wasn't the best plan I could come up with. Seeing as how my human speed couldn't match their vampire speed, but it was a start seeing as how I had no other way of getting out of here. I'd looked out the window and I'd been on the second story. If I jumped I would probably suffer a broken leg. Even though I wanted out of here, I wasn't that desperate.

I was running out of time. If I waited much longer the sun would be going down and I would be stuck inside a dark room not knowing if Edward would come back, or one of his family members that he claimed lived here also.

I stared at the doorknob for what seemed like minutes. I took a deep breath and got up. I slowly made my way to the door, my heart beating fast with each step. I watched as my hand reached out in front me. I could hear my heart beating like a jackhammer, it was almost unbearable. There was no telling what was waiting on the other side of the door. My hand touched the cold, gold metal, twisting it, but not opening the door just yet. I closed my eyes then let out one final breath as I swung the door open. A swoop of cool air blew my face as I finally opened the door.

I opened my eyes to see the beautiful, deep brown, wooden floor. There was a red rug with designs that ran down the hallway. I finally looked up to see nothing but antique vases sitting on pedestals in front of me. I turned my head to the right to see three doors ending the hallway and turned my head to the left to see a much longer part of the hallway, which, my guess, was what leaded to the stairs.

I crept my way through the hallway to finally find the stairs. I stopped to see if I could hear any sudden movements being made, but there wasn't any. My hand touched the railing as I made my way down the stairs. When I made it to the end of the stairs I studied the beautiful mansion. Beautiful was an understatement. These people, or vampires, were rich. I could tell by all the antiques and the furniture they had. It was... elegant and livable.

Shaking my head to take my mind away from the big house, I remembered what I was there to do. Escape.

I looked both ways and didn't see anyone. My eyes transfixed on the entry door. The windows looked like the kind in Edward's room. This definitely didn't look like a place a vampire would stay. It was homey, light, and open.

I tip toed my way to the door and opened it as quiet as possible. I hesitated to walk out the door, but when no one came I took that as my que to go further. I took one step at a time as I made my way to the yard and into the blinding sunlight, where I noticed a silver volvo was parked in the driveway,

"And where do you think you're going?" I jumped as the voice came from behind me. Oh no, oh no, oh no! I knew this was going to happen, and now I was going to die.

Thought you weren't afraid of dying

.

I really think I need help or something.

"Uh," I stuttered, "I just wanted some... fresh air... you know," I lied. The thing about me lying was, I was really bad at it.

"Mhm," He started. I could feel him walking behind me. His cool breath fanned my ear. I felt him brush my hair over my shoulder.

Here it comes. He's going to bite me.

"I thought specifically told you, if you run away... you'll die." He said firmly.

"You can't just keep me here," I tried to sound hard, but to him it was probably amusing. He spun me around by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes with a lethal glare.

"Let's get one thing straight, shall we? I'm a vampire, you know that now. You're not supposed to. If I let you go, I have to kill you. Do you want to live?" His voice showed irritation. I nodded my head,

"Then you'll enjoy your stay here for the rest of your life without any complaints. Now get your ass back in the house before I throw you over my shoulder and take you back up to my room and lock you in there for forever."

"No," I argued back, "You can't just treat me like I'm some dog. I'm not your bitch." I yelled then spit in his face.

His eyes closed and my heart stopped.

Oh god.

Why did I do that? Why did I do that? Why am I stupid?

Just kill me, kill me right now. It would probably be better than the pain he was going to put me through.

He wiped my spit from his face with the back of his shirt. When he opened his eyes they were completely black. My heart stopped again. A growl erupted low from in his chest then was loud in my face. He pulled me over his shoulder roughly as I screamed and hit his back, begging for him to put me down.

"Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

He ignored my pleads and cries as he took me through the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. He slammed the door and threw me on the couch. I watched as he punched a whole in his wall,

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt me," I said pathetically.

"Why did I have to be the one to get stuck with the human? Why must they always chose me for everything," He was talking more to himself than to me, "I mean fuck, why? What did I do to deserve this?"

"I'm sorry."

"Please," He just looked at me annoyed, "Stop talking?" He asked.

I quickly shut my mouth and looked at him as if he were crazy.

"This is why I don't like you."

Ouch.

"Not that you don't know that. I mean, I don't know you, but that doesn't mean I like you, because I don't. I can't stand you and for you to spit in my face, it makes me want to do things. Bad things that I haven't thought about doing in over decades," His voice had a mixture of hostility and pleading. Then he was back talking to himself again,

"But I can't do those things because I'm good... I'm good." He whispered the last part. I put his forehead to the wall and whispered something that sounded like,

"I won't kill her." He suddenly turned back to me, his face suddenly hard,

"I don't like you," his voice was bitter, "Not in the slightest. I won't kill a human though. Both me and my family disapprove of that lifestyle, but know that if you try to escape again I will tie you up and make sure you never see the light of day again. Understand?" He asked coldly. With that he stomped out of the room and walked out the door.

There went my life. Stuck in this hell hole, for forever.

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