Hi guys! Because I love you all I'm posting the last two chaps together instead of making you wait! Please review BOTH. I really want your feedback on my version of the James debacle.

Also there will indeed be an epilogue that I'm working on. You guys will flip when you read it. I'll send a PREVIEW to those who REVIEW both chapters.

James grinned widely as he exited the plane holding the girl's limp body bridal-style in his arms. He'd snapped her neck with enough force to keep her unconscious but she was still breathing.

The shuffling passengers were going out of their way not to notice. The ones that did were pissing him off. Some pregnant woman had the nerve to smile and point like it was some fucking bleeping Kodak moment.

In the muffled background a piercing scream rang from the plane yet attached to the unloading section of the airport and James' smirk widened. His red eyes flickered with glee. No doubt they'd discovered the two passengers who had kindly given him their seats. His gait never changed. He checked Blair's watch. It was after midnight. Perfect. It wouldn't be long until lover boy got here. Even better. James loved when plans just came together perfectly.

Three hours of cross-country running later he was standing outside of the JFK airport completely drained and panting incessantly. He had never run non-stop before and he needed blood badly.

As if on cue his phone sounded in his pocket. "Where is she," he growled without pleasantries.

"Edward I'm so sorry… We let her out of our sights and suddenly she was gone. We're all about to board the next fight Edward. I'm sorry we…"

"Is she in this city or not, Alice." His words were grounded out.

"I saw her on that flight. I haven't seen anything since."

"Goodbye."

He approached the airport slowly. There were police cruisers littering the entrance. Red lights flashing. Edward let his eyes narrow and stalked in full predator mode. The doors slid open followed by two covered bodies wheeled outside and an array of photographers. He didn't smell her blood on any of them.

A sigh of relief and he was gone, coursing through the city from rooftop to rooftop. He crouched down on the top of the empire state building. The panorama of city bombarded him. There were too many flashing lights, too many scents, too much blood in one concentrated area. Millions of thoughts streamed in and out of Edward's head at once, filling him with a sensation of complete insanity. He closed his eyes and let the city take his senses.

Edward had always known there was something unique about Blair that pulled him to her. He was drawn to her with or without his free will. Now more than ever he was ready to test that theory.

Today in the news President Obama embarks on his oversees trip to China…

I cant find my wallet…

Just one more shot of Vodka…

Police! Put your hands up!

Can't believe she took my boat and the dog…

Yes…so good…

Bitch doesn't know I got a gun…

If I try the juice diet…

Edward it hurts…

He heard her thought as brief as it was among the millions. Struggling he tried to hang on to the thin connection and set off towards it.

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Blair's neck wasn't cooperating. After struggling for about an hour to open her eyes and sit up, she now had to turn her entire body around to examine her periphery. Not that it was anything to behold. She was sitting on naked concrete in an empty construction zone. The building she could tell has once been a factory of some sort from the wide open spaces and the massive half moon windows. The stench of chalk and wet concrete was pervasive. Tools and large slabs of material littered the ground. She had no idea how high up she was in the building but loud sound of rushing cars and police sirens didn't sound too distant.

The gutted factory was dark, the only light provided was from the windows streaming in city light.

"Is this all apart of your master plan," She shouted into the hollow darkness. "You kidnap me and hold me up in some gutted factory?"

There was no response.

"Where am I? Answer me."

A sinister voice chuckled followed by a low figure stalking into the light. James was smirking and holding up some sort of construction sign. He read the sign aloud. "Do not enter. Construction site of Bass Lofts. Property of Bass Industries."

Blair groaned at the sound of that familiar name.

"Does that answer you question, sweetheart?"

Blair gagged at his endearing term.

The sign fluttered out of his hand to the floor. In his other hand was a camcorder pointed at her. "Now as for master plans…let's get down to it shall we."

She saw the camcorder and masked the fear gripping her. "Ugh. You freak."

He actually staggered back with laughter. James looked at his camcorder with an innocent expression. "Is that what you were thinking?" He smirked. "Get over yourself sweetheart. This is for Edward's enjoyment."

"You see," he stalked towards her, "I've already tired of you and so if you're as important to lover boy as you claim, I need him to find you lifeless body lying right there." He pointed to the spot where she struggled to stand. "And when he finds this tape I've left behind he'll be so enraged that he'll have no choice but to come after me. Which, in turn, makes my life very interesting."

She snorted. "Nothing about you could ever be interesting. I'm already bored. If you had a shred of decency you would've put me out of my misery hours ago"

"You're false bravado amuses me, doll-face."

"I'm not afraid you." She pursed her lips and tried to look dignified from her crumpled position.

"And why is that, precious?" He was goading her now with that teasing smirk on his lips.

"Two words: Male ponytail. The eighties are over, loser. Honestly you look like you belong in the cast of RENT. I'm more afraid that any minute now you'll be singing about HIV."

This time, James' laughter was organic. "You're mouthy. I kind of like it."

He then turned the camera to himself and spoke to it. "I'm surprised you left this little gem in such a fragile state. And now your negligence will be my gain."

"W-what are you going to do?" Blair asked.

The room fell silent. Too silent. James was looking at her with an entirely new expression and this time it terrified her.

"Hmm… thinking of a way to express my indecision in song." He smirked.

"Oh God spare me!"

He stopped inches in front of her crumpled body then crouched down in front of her with the camera poised to her face in one hand. His free hand cupped her face against her will but her stiff neck wouldn't corporate. His cold thumb dug into her cheek as he examined her.

"Where do you cram all that fire into such an a little innocent doe eyed frame?"

She scowled at him. "Don't even think about it, asshole." She leveled her dark eyes to his. "I'd rather die than spend forever as your biker girlfriend."

He turned the camera to himself. "Wow, Edward. You're little pet just broke my cold heart." He mocked her with a pout. Then turned it back on her face. "Well then I guess we'll just have to start with your slow and painful death, then."

She grimaced. "M-maybe I was little rash. I-I think I could learn to like leather."

He chucked. Eyes never leaving hers, he decided to put her statement the test. Removing his hand from her face he let it fall to her exposed thigh. His gritty hand cupped her porcelain skin and ran down the length of her leg until she almost threw up in her mouth. He smirked and pushed down hard around her ankle until the bone there snapped.

The sound of her screaming echoed through the building.

"Tell Edward how much it hurts," he snarled.

"Edward it hurts!" Tears streamed down her face, blinding her.

"Tell him to avenge you!"

"Avenge me, God damn it!" she cried, deliriously in pain. Emotional pain she could handle but she had no tolerance for physical pain of any sort.

"Aww your screams of pain is music to my ears," he purred, still crouch in front her. She could see his eyes turning black through her watery vision. He was loosing his control. Her endless screaming was releasing the animal in him.

The camera clattered to the ground and he snatched her wrist up to his lips in one jerky motion.

"N-no"

"Sorry doll-face. But you're making me hungry. Think about it, it's better compared to the torture I had planned for you."

"No! Stop. Get away from me!"

Suddenly her wrist fell roughly to the concrete. The shadow in front of her disappeared. She angled her body to see him standing on the farthest wall away from her looking confused.

She watched him with wide eyes as he slowly hedged towards her with his head cocked to the side. He stopped halfway with the light steaming on him, illuminating his confusion. "What are yo-?"

His voice was cut off by the shattered window and a crash of something into his side, knocking him far across the factory. In a blur the figure crouched down to Blair's body and stilled long enough for her to make out his pale face, square jaw, and sloping nose.

"Edward?"

"Shh. I'm here." He was gentle picking her up. "Let's get you out of here."

No faster than she was safe in her arms she felt him knocked off her with a thunderous clap. He landed outside through another shattered window.

Blair opened her eyes. James crouched in front of her with her wrist to his lips waiting. The object of his plans, Edward, rushed back to the building and stood in the broken window, paralyzed with fear.

"You're too late," James snarled and bit down Blair wrist.

He barely got a sweet taste of Blair's blood when Edward knocked him away and started pounding his fists into him with total abandon. The monster was uncaged and could smell his beloved's blood on James' breath.

"Oh come on, Edward. I gave her a choice," James said when he side swept a blow and threw him across the room.

Edward roared and sprang at him again. He didn't stop charging until he had James pinned against the wall, his neck cracking under his grip. On the killing floor of his mind he registered Blair's screaming.

He growled and cursed and dashed off from James's smirk to help Blair.

As if heaven sent, his entire family came rushing in from the broken windows. They landed in crouched positions on the concrete floor like feral cats. Growling, they rushed straight for James.

Edward held Blair in his arms feeling useless. She was screaming and mumbling incoherently but he could not help her. Carlisle crouched in front of him.

"She doesn't want this." Edward's voice cracked as he looked at the girl in pain. His expression was desolate.

Carlisle said nothing and removed his belt in one swift movement. The sound of James' screaming filled the air and Edward became numbly aware that there was a fire burning around them.

He tied the belt around her arm to cut the circulation off.

"You're going to suck the venom out?" Edward asked, hope seeping through his voice.

"No, Edward. You are."

"What? Me? I don't have the control. I wont stop."

"Then find the will to stop," Carlisle said in a firm voice. "She doesn't have much time."

Edward looked into his mentor's eyes in shock. Was this some sort of test? Why on earth was he the one doing this? Hell, he'd trust Jasper around her blood before himself.

Carlisle's eyes met his. Because you love her. And if I fail I cannot have her death on my hands.

Edward it hurts!

He closed his eyes then aligned her scar to his mouth. From there only instinct took over. He sucked her blood in quick gulps. Her blood was warm and even with the venom tainting it, it was deliriously sweet. It was like taking a hit of the most wondrous drug. A drug that could literally taste the way it made you feel.

"Her blood is clean, Edward. You're killing her."

It was liquid heroin in candy form. It kept spilling into his mouth and he kept sucking it down.

Hey eyes were shut. She was loosing consciousness. In her mind she was aware that Edward was killing her but it felt good to her too. The pain was gone and she was drifting into a deep and peaceful place.

AN: You know I couldn't leave you hanging! Read on but don't forget to leave constructive feedback.

What did you guys think of Blair in Bella's situation? What about James' listening to her and backing off? Strange huh?

Till next time,

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