Why Do Good Girls Like Bad Boys?

Chapter Twenty: Gotta Get Away...The Offspring

Rose came down and punched a code into a recessed panel on the wall and huge metal shutters descended over the windows and doors. The three of us went to the bedrooms in an effort to sleep off the evening. There was a glass of water on the nightstand next to the bed. I reached for it, but dropped it on the carpet, spilling its contents. Fuck it. I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours before I got up and got dressed.

I got on my cell to call Edward, but got no signal. Damn metal shutters, blocking the reception. So I got on the land line in the kitchen. Hm..no dial tone. The lights began to flicker. I went to the junk drawer and pulled out the flashlight there. The lights flickered a couple more times then went out. I ran up the stairs to Rose's room. She was snoring loudly.

"Rose! Get up!"

No answer. But a very loud metallic ripping sound came from the front of the house. SHIT! With the power out, the shutters were useless.

"ROSE! GET UP NOW!!"

She turned over and snorted, then went back to snoring. Fuck! I looked at the empty glass next to her bed. There was a powdery substance sticking to the sides. That's when I heard it. A wolf's howl. It was so loud I couldn't tell whether it was inside or out. I ran to the guest room. Her bed was rumpled, but Alice was gone. The same powdery substance was on the drinking glass next to the bed. I ran back to Rose; I was going to drag her down the stairs with me. She was gone. I began to shake. Whatever took them was still in the house.

I got out my Bowie and flew down the stairs. The front door was wide open. I surveyed the room and saw nothing. Panicking now, I ran out the door and into my truck. Still no one. I kicked up rocks and headed to the Police Station.

I got on my cell and called Edward.

No answer. Shit.

I called Jasper's cell.

No answer.

I called Emmett's cell.

No answer.

I called Charlie's private line at the station.

No answer.

I called home.

No answer.

I called the main number at the station.

No answer.

I called Esme in Alaska.

"Hello?" Thank God she answered!

"Esme! This is Bella.." I was panting and my voice was an octave higher than usual.

"Bella, what is wrong. What happened." Statements, calmly spoken.

I told her all I knew about Alice and Rose being missing, not being able to reach anyone on the phone, the Jake/Newton (spit) problem, the garage thrashing. Carlisle got on the phone.

"Where are the boys?" He asked, calmly yet anxiously.

"That's the thing, Carlisle. I don't know I can't get them on their cells."

"Neither can I. I was attempting to call them while you were talking to Esme. I can't get your Dad either or anyone at the station for that matter. My God Bella! Why didn't anyone tell me what was going on?" He raised his voice a bit, but got control quickly, "We are the strongest when we are a family. Esme and I will be on the next plane home. This is what I want you to do."

"I want you to drive to the airport in Port Angeles and wait for us there. We are already in the car. Esme has arranged us seats on the next flight from Fairbanks on Alaska Airlines."

I was driving, I don't know where I was going. I drove towards Port Angeles, maybe my Dad had joined my Mom at the Port Angeles Inn. My mind was going in a million different directions as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Where was Edward? Where was my Edward?

"Bella? Are you listening?"

"Yes, Carlisle, I'm just a bit freaked out."

"Of course you are. But let me tell you, this family has been through much worse than this and we have survived. It's just a lot of unanswered questions. But when we arrive, the three of us will figure it out. I need you to stay calm. I know it seems like an impossible situation right now. But you're no good to Edward or anyone else if you fall apart. Do you understand? We all need you to hang in there and be strong. Do you think you can do that, Bella, honey?"

"Ok." I was crying now. Where is Edward? Is he hurt? Where are my girls? Why did whoever is doing this leave me alone?

"Bella," Carlisle's voice was tender, "We'll be there before the sun rises. That's only a couple of hours from now. Try to keep safe until then. Go to the airport and wait near the security portals, the uh..metal detectors. Stay there and don't move. We will find you. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I'll wait for you by the metal detectors at the airport." I repeated, wiping my nose on a napkin.

"Esme wants to talk with you. We love you, Bella. We will find out what is going on together, have no fear of that."

"Bella," Esme was calm, "Have you tried to get in touch with your Mom? I tried her at the hotel, but she checked out already. We're going through some mountains, so we may get cut off...Listen, dear, don't worry about anything. We will be there soon. "

"Checked out? In the middle of the night?" If this was in Renee's drinking days, I would just have chocked it up to the fact that she probably found a party or a warm bed elsewhere for the night. Maybe Charlie got her and they went somewhere else. Frik. Too many questions.

"...B...lla...we...going out of range...Love...oo..." and then the phone went dead.

Fabulous. Now I really felt alone. It was around 3 A.M. When I pulled into the parking lot at Port Angeles Airport. It was pretty much empty except a for a few cars. I had to leave the Bowie and my taser in the truck, but I kept my stiletto pig sticker in my bra.

I locked up the truck, looked around and ran flat out for the automatic doors. They opened. There were no guards at the metal detectors. Fuck.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck!" I screamed.

"BELLA! BELLA!" It was Edward yelling my name.

"EDWARD WHERE ARE YOU??" I was screaming at the top of my lungs, running, running. I couldn't find him. The airport was empty, my footsteps echoing off the walls.

"Bella!" Edward called. Something grabbed me, shook me. ACK! It was Edward. What??

"Bella, Love, it was a dream, you're safe, you're here in my arms." Edward was holding me tightly to his bare chest. I blinked furiously. He kissed the tears from my cheeks.

"Oh! Edward!" I whimpered weakly, clinging to his broad, firm shoulders.

"That must have been one strange dream. You were calling my name and yelling fuck! The only thing wrong with that is that you weren't yelling 'fuck me, Edward!' " He laughed and my heart slowed down to normal. My nipples were rubbing against his beautiful, sculpted chest through my bra, getting hard.

"Fuck me Edward," I breathed.

And he gratefully obliged.

A/N: I'll be hiding in my closet if you need me...put away your Bowies and chains please! Hang in there with me! Love you Twilighters! Review!

Love and Lemondrops...BSL