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-The Thrill of the Chase-

Chapter 3

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She lifted her foot to turn and I took that as my opportunity. Right before she could turn, I clamped my hand over her mouth and pinned her down. Gotcha.

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BPOV

My screams were muffled, not that they would have done any good anyway.

I flailed my arms and legs in panic, and my intruders hands strengthened their hold on me. Don't panic, fight! My mind still commanded at me in the midst of everything.

At least that black belt comes in handy after all, I thought to myself in desperation.

In the rain, it was almost impossible to see so I relied on my instinct. With what I hoped was my best aim, I swiftly kicked up my leg and brought my heel up into his groin using all my strength. My steady foot slipped and I faltered. But I knew I hit hard enough because his hold immediately loosened and he groaned in pain. I quickly grabbed his arm flipping him over from behind my shoulder. My back popped from lack of practice, not that I flipped people around all the time-.

Blindly running towards the balcony doors with a slight amount of pain in my back, I disregarded the fact a huge puddle of water lay in front of me. The second my foot came in contact with the water, I slipped heading face forward onto the wet floor. Instinctively, I held my hands out in front of me and landed hard onto the hard wood floor. The water splashed and I felt the freezing liquid seep into my thin clothes. The water felt so cold it burned and my knees were probably badly bruised but I stood up regardless.

I had to get to the alarm. Before I could take one step forward, a hand ensnared around my waist and pulled me down again. I began to kick and scream all over again, even though the second option was no help. In the dark haze, I could faintly make out what he was doing. I saw the dark faced mystery man reach into his pocket and pull out a black piece of cloth. I'd seen enough movies to know what it was. Chloroform.

Before I could process anything else, I was flipped over and straddled. Then my mind went into panic mode.

My heart thudded in my chest and the world started to spin as I considered the possibilities. I was going to be one of those unfortunate girls who were violated in their own homes, in their own bedroom. My mind flashed through images of my entire childhood through the panic.

The cloth was roughly placed on my mouth and I held my breath as if my life depended on it.

If I made it through this, safely, I had to thank swim coach for those breathing control exercises we had to do for 4 minutes.

Laying there on the ground, holding my breath for my life, literally, a million questions began firing through my head. Am I going to die in my own house? Is he going to rob and rape me? Crap! What about Charlie? God, this going to kill him. I'm all he has, except for his money, but that doesn't matter to him that much. I hope. My crazy thoughts seemed to double, and I was just about to burst from the lack of air. I remained limp for a few more seconds. 3... I have to breathe 2... I can't hold out 1... I give u-

The cloth finally left my face and I silently thanked God. My lungs burned for air, but I had to keep my charade up or my efforts would all go to waste. I took a normal breath graciously, even though I wanted to gasp and suck in all the air I could. The weight left my shoulders and padded footsteps could be heard.

I waited a few moments and cracked my eye open. If I couldn't see him in the darkness, he shouldn't be able to see me.

Silence...

I looked around me trying to make out the familiar shapes and noticed I was at the foot of my bed. Perfect. My hand slowly crept out to not signal any movement and my fingers grazed the soft rug and slipped onto the wooden floor underneath the bed. Where is it?

I blindly felt around for metallic casing knowing it's feeling anywhere. On top of the shoe box. I smirked to myself and felt to the left finding it on top of the old Vans shoe box. The metal was freezing against my fingers, but it gave me a sense of protection.

I've only been camping with Charlie once in the woods, and it didn't really count as 'camping', so the pocket knife was basically brand new. The ruffling stopped, and I quickly stuck the knife into the small pocket I had in my shorts and turned limp again. You'll get out of this Bella.

Footsteps could be heard again and my bathroom door squeaked open.

Time to go.

I slowly sat up making sure he wasn't there, heaved myself up, and sprinted my ass off. "Hey!" I rough voiced called behind me.

I made my legs run faster down the hall in the darkness. "Get back here!" He yelled coming after me.

I rolled my eyes in the midst of panic. As if. I have to get to the alarm, I thought to myself as I sped up and rounded the corner not watching where I was going. My hip crashed against the edge of the marble table and I faltered. A large crash came and the glass vase shattered into a thousand pieces in front of me as I tumbled.

I fell face forward, my stomach colliding with broken shards of glass. The pain intensified. A piece of large glass pierced into my stomach and I cried out in pain. Son of a b-

I groaned and lifted myself up ignoring the searing pain burning through me. Running wasn't an option anymore. My hand quickly went to my stomach and squeezing my eyes shut, I ripped out the shard of glass and cursed under my breath. A million knives stabbed me and my breathing was labored. Tears escaped my eyes and burned down my face one by one.

I stood up and stuck my hand out feeling for something, anything. My hand hit the pillar and I quickly slid behind it and rested my head against the wall, my hand clutching my stomach. "Dear God-" I whispered in pain.

The footsteps came to a stop and I squeezed my eyes shut trying to avoid the smell of blood invading my senses. Don't pass out now. Don't pass out now. For the love of God, do not pass out now.

My mind began to swirl, and I strained to hear the sound of my intruder and what he was doing. He said something, but from my condition nothing could be processed except for what my brain was yelling at me. My head spun faster and faster and everything around me began to go blurry. The last thing I saw before passing out was a shadow of a tall mysterious man sticking his hands out towards me. Shit. Charlie is not going to be happy.

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EPOV

My hand clamped over her mouth and she froze for a second. Here it comes.

She fought. I tightened my grip on her, and in the darkness I could make out her limbs flailing like there was no end. Like you're going to hit me, I thought to myself.

Then she hit me. Damn, did she hit me. The pain seared up my body and stars popped into my vision. "Fuck," I groaned.

My body tingled and the pain seemed to drop down to one area. Stars popped into my vision spun and went round and round, and I vaguely felt the bitch escaping my arms through the pain.

My knees collapsed, and just as I was about to fall a hand grabbed onto my arm, and the world was suddenly upside down. Literally. I felt like I was on one of those roller coaster rides in an amusement park. I couldn't and I had no clue what the hell was happening. The only thing I could process was the fact my feet were off the floor, and whenever I'd land, it'd hurt.

I squeezed my eyes somehow trying to 'prepare' for the pain. It still hit hard. My back slammed against the floor and the breath got knocked out of mind was still spinning with stars. I felt as if my back got hit by Fred Flinstone's club. Get up! I groaned and heard the sound of shuffling from a few feet away. Not on my watch you're getting away I thought. Especially after that shit you pulled Ms. Swan.

I looked up and saw the figure of little miss Isabella crashing to the floor and I jumped at the opportunity. Pushing all the pain aside, and some of the anger, I half lunged and crawled as she stood up, and brought her right back down. Difficult princess.

I quickly flipped her over and she struggled under my weight, but couldn't do anything now. My weight held down her arms and legs. She probably thinks I'm about to rape her, I grimaced to myself in spite of the situation. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the black cloth to knock her out. The less resistance I got, the easier my job ended up. More than anything, at least it'll make her stop moving.

Placing the cloth on her mouth and nose firmly, I held it for about 3 min.

I wonder if I'll get my break after this.

Now's not the time to be thinking about this. Pay atten-

The caribbean sounds good right about now.

Don't let the girl suffocate to death!

I snapped out of my thoughts and turned back to her, not that I could really see her. I took the cloth off and sat up off her. Now that that's done, time to go.

Inwardly groaning, I turned back to the Isabella's room and began straightening her things out and packing more items. Turning to her bathroom door, I glanced back at her once quickly and strode in. She's knocked out, she's not going anywhere.

I grabbed the first toothbrush I saw and stuffed it in the bag. "This bathroom is almost as big as my bedroom in that apartment," I muttered walking back out.

Filthy rich kids.

The second I stepped out, I knew things had gone horribly wrong. She sprinted past me as if I was a- Well, actually, I kind of was.

Goddamnit. Here we go again. "Hey!" I yelled after her.

"Get back here!" I yelled chasing after her.

Oh yea Edward. She'll definitely come back now.

If I wasn't in pain, this would've have gone by so much faster. I sped up and she seemed to speed up too. Damn, how fast is she?

Just when I thought she couldn't get any faster, she did. Her figure seemed to get smaller and smaller and I could've caught her if I really wanted too, but my legs wouldn't cooperate and the pain shot through every step. "If she didn't kick so hard, maybe I'd be able to have children in the future now," I grumbled still running.

Just as I was about to give up, a loud crash came from around the hallway corner and I regained speed. I turned the corner and froze to a stop. The broken shards of glass reflected against the mirrors and I knelt down to examine what the hell had happened. My eyes landed on a particularly large shard of glass that glinted red. I took my index finger and rubbed it against the smooth side of the shard. I brought it up to my nose and sniffed, blood. My eyes went back to where I picked it up, and a look of success appeared on my face. Perfect.

A blood trail of hand prints led to an even darker corner behind a pillar.

Creeping up slowly, I looked around the pillar, and sure enough the small figure of the familiar person lay pressed into the back of the wall. My muscles tensed, and I prepared to lunge, but no movement occurred from her.

I got you now princess, I thought to myself as I reached out towards her.

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Review! How was the first action scene?

Okay, so I promised you guys a bit of action, and you got it, kind of. I tried to make the scene as realistic as possible. Now, I've never exactly had a kidnapping attempted on myself, but I'm guessing that before a person can 'kick butt' in defensive mode, the body and mind go through shock first. I was actually not planning on doing Edward's point of view, but since Bella's was so vague, because she was obviously in panic, Edward's point of view kind of sharpened things down. And as all of you can tell, their relationship hasn't exactly stepped off to a great start, and Bella's not going to be happy when she regains consciousness. Now, I'm not going to say anymore on the next chapter, because then I'll ruin it for you.

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The next chapter will have:

- More Fighting

- Dialogue (Maybe)

- Beginning of sexual tension

- Hint in paragraph above

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