Phase
Hope
"Wish I could hold you up, in my arms, keep you safe and sound from any harm.
I can't seem to function from this far away, and every little moment looks so dull
Without your color in my day; oh, it feels so good to hear you speak."
"Low Fidelity" The Spill Canvas
The sound of the large oak tree snapping beneath Edward's fists was nothing compared to the roar that came from his throat, a snarl filled with guilt and fury. "How did she get away?" he roared, staring at the spot that Bella had stood minutes ago. How could he have let someone take her? How could Emmett have trusted Rosalie?
"Edward, I'm so sorry," Rosalie was repeating, looking worried, a very uncharacteristic thing for Rosalie to be over Bella. Her eyes tore away from Edward, and she hurried to the other end of the field, peering into the brush.
Emmett's teeth were bared, and he was searching around the clearing, sweeping it with his eyes, growling lowly.
Alice, Carlisle and Esme had gone off to search the outer area of the forest, but they had been ordered to remain inside the meadow, in case the other vampires crossed back through in an attempt to throw off the scent. Alice wouldn't see any snap decisions they made until they were made.
A feeble attempt of serenity from Jasper was knocked haywire by another snarl from Edward, which resulted in Jasper throwing up his hands in defeat and turning away. In moments, Edward had his brother by the collar of his shirt, holding him off the ground.
Jasper wretched free easily, straightening his shirt up as he did so. "Edward, listen." His voice was calm, no anger easily detectable in it. "I care about Bella. You know I do. After I almost…" he exhaled, "last year… you know how bad I felt. She's a wonderful girl, and I'm very happy to have her in my family. I don't want her to get hurt. But you being angry and loud isn't going to help save her. It's going to hurt her." His eyes reeked with legitimacy.
"I agree with Jasper," Emmett agreed heartily, raising a finger. "Bella's awesome, you know I love her. But we need to think… stealthy. Like a cougar." Offering a small smile, he punched Edward playfully on the arm. "Like a mountain lion."
Edward's rage descended a few notches, but his eyes were still alert and hyperactive. "This is ridiculous," he seethed. "Why would I be the one to stay here? I'd read their minds if they were anywhere close. Foolish," he spat. "There is no way I can do this. I'm going insane—they have her…" his voice came to a whisper. "What do you suppose they're doing with her?"
The rhetorical question made Emmett went rigid, but he didn't turn to make eye contact with Rosalie, who hid her discomfort very well. Her thoughts were along the lines of fury, but she simply kept her eyes on the dark trees, circling the meadow once more, senses hyper alert.
"A coven of male vampires… want a newborn female vampire… and now they've kidnapped her… and taken her far away," Edward's voice was hoarse as he recited the facts, as if it were all dawning on him now.
A pained howl exploded from his lips, and he took off running, far away, toward where he hoped his Bella was.
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My fingers curled slightly around the empty air in front of me, my fingertips straining against the nothingness. It was dark now, and it had been a few hours since Joseph had left, locking the door behind him. I'd spent the entire first hour searching for a way out, knowing that there had to be one, only to discover that the door was it.
I kicked my foot out, searching for a force field, angry that I couldn't find one. Did I need to be in peril for it to work? I seriously considered injuring myself just to make it work… maybe it could help me escape here, and find Edward…
A strong breeze on the roof normally would've made my skin freeze, but I did hug myself anyway. Thinking his name was difficult—not as difficult as when he'd been gone, but difficult all the same, if not only because of the possibilities if he didn't show up. Joseph hadn't seemed very nice.
My eyes narrowed as I thought of Joseph. Something about him still wasn't right—besides the fact that he'd kidnapped me, I mean.
Leaning against the wall, I uncurled my legs from beneath me and was surprised when they collided with an invisible wall. Shocked, I reached forward to lean against it, press my cheek against it, but I fell right through onto my face. The dust tickled my nose, but I didn't sneeze—another vampire oddity, I assumed.
Frustration bubbled up inside me and I groaned, smacking my head against the floor. How? How could I make this work?
Determined, I focused on the area in front of me and thrust my legs out again. They came, once again, in steady contact with a force field. Staying determined, I stretched forward and put my cheek against it, feeling lukewarm against my skin.
A grin spread across my face, but as it did, the wall disappeared.
My eyes narrowed again.
The wall went back up.
It took a few moments, but eventually realization dawned on me. I released the tension on my eyebrows, but continued to focus—the wall went down. When I focused and my eyebrows were pointing in, the force field would stay up.
I soon discovered that the harder I tried, the larger, more powerful wall I produced. When I didn't put a lot of strength behind them, I could kick them out with my foot. I soon discovered, however, that when my foot shattered the force field, a horrible pain ripped through my head.
For another hour, I spent time fiddling with my abilities, grinning as I felt myself grow stronger. Somehow, this could help me free myself.
The opportunity presented itself right then.
Three things happened simultaneously. The door flew open. The five brothers came plowing through the door. My hands flew out instinctively in front of me, my eyes narrowed, and my hands dropped. I kept concentration and hoped that I'd pinned the door open with a large, narrow force field.
"Brilliant work, Joseph," Reuben said, a grin lighting his face. Something about it was out of place, and I didn't like it.
But Joseph wasn't listening; he was trying to close the door.
I clenched my teeth and threw every single muscle in my body into keeping the shield in tact. I didn't trust myself with moving just yet, so I stayed in my spot in the corner.
"Guys—I don't know—"
Asher seemed to read his mind, and he leapt across the doorway to help him push the door shut.
Now I had to act fast.
Not even sure of what I was doing, I sprung to my feet, keeping concentrated, and bolted out the door, streaking through the night without a destination in mind. The fact that I was free was so utterly exciting that I endured pain when I didn't scream.
"Edward!" I screeched at the top of my lungs, knowing I was giving my location away to the brothers but hoping that Edward would somehow hear me, somehow come to my rescue. "Edward, HELP!"
My breath came in rough heaves, and then I realized that I was crying, though without tears. My hair streaked behind me as I dodged trees in a way I thought impossible.
"Edward!" I shouted again, and that was when someone behind me, pushing me onto the soft, dew-coated grass.
My sobs grew louder, the emptiness in my chest roaring. "EDWARD!" I screamed for the final time, hysteria scratching my throat. I focused on a force field and tried to push the person on top of me away, writhing in the grass, but it didn't work. He pinned his arms around me like a cage, and I was underneath him, trying to force away from his body.
In my mind I begged for Edward, hoping somehow he could hear my thoughts, though I knew he couldn't. I knew it was impossible. I felt myself detach; still conscious, still alive… but not attentive.
I could only dream that Edward would save me now.
A/N: This chapter took me a very long time to write, and I'm not even sure why. Sorry about the delay. BTW; my Anti-Demigods who aren't reading Dead Line? You'll regret it when you realize how amazing the story is. Just an FYI.
This is shorter, I'm sorry. I'm trying to figure out where to go from here… and I'm sort of hitting a blank. But don't worry! I'll come up with something :D
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