A/N - I dont know when I can update again. This chapter has taken alot out of me. I tried to express the "fear factor" as my beta puts it, ino this piece. I hope you all can see it. Thank you for reading and Reviewing. Remember ... things arent always what they seem.

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Chapter 10 – Help

BPOV

His hand covered my mouth to prevent my scream. My memories filled with his scent. Unable to stop the rush of fear and terror that haunts me. I collapsed in his arms.

It's dark, and cold. The ground under me is hard, and cold. Panic ensues and my breathing hitches. His scent is all around me, I'm drowning in my own version of hell. However, aside from his smell I recognize another scent, one more soothing, and familiar. It's a personal smell. Like … like me, only old.

I'm afraid to open my eyes. Afraid that I've been dreaming and that I'll wake up back in that dirty cold room, in the dark. Waiting to be bitten, again. A muted crunching sound echoes in my ears. It's close. I feel a wind, like a gust of frigid winter. Opening one eye, I see a shoe. Who ever is attached to it is sitting within a hands reach of me. Shutting my eye tightly I pray them both to stay closed, but curiosity takes over and they open slowly.

"I know you are awake. Do not pretend to sleep. I am done waiting."

That voice … NO!

Shaking my head a shriek claws behind my lips, "NO, NO, NO!"

My panic stresses, and then falls into complete hysteria. Knowing if I try to run, he will catch me. I sit up quickly. My sudden movement arouses him and he lunges forward slightly, causing me to scream. His hand quickly covers my mouth and I start to hyperventilate.

"You are NOT to make a sound. Understand."

Nodding my head. I attempt to control my endangered breathing. Certain if I try to scream again, he will silence me … for good this time. I reason with hope, that possibly he will spare me the pain.

He pulls his hand back. My eyes following to its resting place in his lap. Drifting I catch a glance where all the scents are coming from. I've been cloaked in his shirt. A fresh burst of memories alarm me. I can see drops of blood and I know, this is the same shirt he wore the last time I saw him.

I struggle to rationalize his motives. Does he want to torture me more? Or … could he possible have held on to it for other reasons? I quiver and shake. My unsteady hands grasps for the hem. His white sturdy hand reaches for mine. I flinch again, this time he pulls back gently. Looking up at him, I can see clearly now. He's topless. The sun bakes down on him and his skin reflects it like that of the water's surface at noon in the middle of July.

"What do you want with me? To finish what you started." I stutter out between gasps. "I know who you are. Edward." I pause to clear my airways.

For a brief moment, I'm in awe. I've never seen anyone look so beautiful. Comparing the man before me now to the man that kept me in that prison, I can't believe they are one in the same. After replaying his words in my mind, I'm certain they are … on in the same.

Abruptly his body leaps into the air, but his feet stay grounded. "Really! Do you really think you know me!" he yells at me. "You know nothing. You haven't a clue what I am capable of."

In less than a blink, he is gone. I see him standing across the large grassy meadow. Before I can blink again, he is standing in front as if he never left.

"I am faster than you can imagine." He states calmly.

Quickly he reaches over my head, plucking a tree out of the ground, and tossing it across the field, as if it was a long piece of grass.

"I am stronger than you can possibly know." He whispers to me.

Covered in dirt and grass, I pull my knees up to my chest. My hiccupping breaths turn into violent sobs, racking my body harshly. I feel him come nearer to me. Through tear-filled eyes I look up to see his blurry figure kneeling before me, arms at his sides and fists tightly clenched.

Using my dirty hands, I wipe away my tears and rub out my eyes. He looks to the ground, and will not acknowledge me. Pulling myself up I mirror his stance exactly.

"I am fast enough to catch onto your act, and I am strong enough to stand up to you!" I brazenly cast my words at him.

His head snaps up, and our eyes meet.

"Isabella you need to stay away from me." A cool tone flows from his lips.

I know this feeling and I try to shake free of it.

"That would be much easier if you'd stop kidnapping me." I return his words of appeal with my own snarky protest.

A smirk hints at the corner of his likable lips. I can see a playful glow fill his golden eyes. Gazing at him I hadn't noticed, before now, that they aren't red. I have never seen him with these softer, gentler eyes. They look just like everyone else in his family. I question myself. "why?"

"What did you do to your eyes?" I asked bashfully.

He blinks twice then shakes his head. "Nothing. For some reason I have been able to resist." He pauses, sighs then warns. "But I do not know how long I will be able to keep things that way."

"How? What makes?" I begin to question his response. "I don't seem to follow. I can't read minds." Finally my thoughts are clear.

"If you feel the need to endanger yourself by remaining so close, I will be forced to let the monster have his way with you." His words stung, but they were true and his eyes never changed they continued to hold the same look. They are somewhere between begging for forgiveness and seductively drawing me in.

"Edward please … don't look at me like that." I send him a plea, in hopes of changing the subject and distracting the 'monster' as he would put it.

"How would you like me to look upon you? With a feral scowl, to show you just how much I want to rip at your neck, and drink your very life away." His words dripped off his lips like sugary sweet candy, but his eyes changed and his face contorted into the skeletal demon I remember.

My sobs return. Ashamed at myself for things I can't possibly control, conflict rises in my like an angry lava. The corner of my eye spies his hands unclenched and slowly attempting to comfort me. I flinch slightly, something I imagine only he can see clearly, because he retracts them quickly.

My anger grows more and I look up into his eyes expecting to find the 'monster'. I'm shocked and surprised to find his face softened and repentant. Nonetheless, his shoulders become severe, and I expect that if he could cry he would breach his killer standing at this very moment and give into it.

Throwing my arms around him, I knock us to the ground. Taken by surprise he holds me to him wrapping his arms about my body, and burying his face in my neck. His breaths are hard and fast. I sooth his neck and head with soft strokes. Until a growl escapes his lips and his hold on me tightens.

"Edward, please … I … can't breathe."

Before I can finish my sentence, he's gone. Suspecting that someone has found us, I quickly scan the area. Climbing to my feet, I panic to prepare a rationale as to why I don't want to go back. For some inexplicable reason I actually want to stay with Edward.

This accepted wisdom shocks me. However, I don't have the time to dwell on it. Edward's arm encircle my waist and I'm hoisted onto his shoulder. The scenery flashes by so quickly my stomach tosses and I close my eyes so I don't throw-up.

We abruptly halt. His footsteps are heavy on hollowed wood. Opening my eyes all I can see are the trees behind us and the bottom step of what I can only presume is the front porch to a cabin.

A familiar smell assaults me. My body stiffens and a solid tear rolls from my eye.

We are here … again.

Please review ... I need to know you want me to keep going?

What do you think Edward has instore for Bella this time? He has her alone where it all started?