Really? Now poor Edward is stolen too? You guys are pitiful…

Chapter 4

Blood trickles down the side of your face.

When you are grabbed too.

Thrown in beside me.

Your flesh, both red as crimson, and pale as the snow.

Silent screams are loud, here in the forest of a van. No one can hear us.

No longer just me. But you.

We are blindfolded and gagged.

Knocked over by the swerve of the road and squealing tires.

I'm frightened, alone in my conscious.

But I am comforted by the grasp of your hand, holding mine.

You never could just let me go.