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Chapter 26 – What would Bella Do?

Jacob listened to the empty dial tone for a moment as he wondered what the hell was going on. First, he had met Bella on a car park where she wanted to kill someone who had shot her friend, then he followed her to the hospital and waited, when she came out and drove to where he presumed was her home. He had called it a night then and gone to his own flat. In the morning, he had found her walking down a street, her face set into a cold mask. He noticed how it flickered to fear in her tone. It was the one of the things she had trouble fully controlling.

The information he had found in her file had been interesting. It had listed her father's death and also the incident with a serial murderer/rapist. After that, the file was almost empty, as if she had somehow gone underneath every single radar that existed. Although he hadn't found what he wanted from Bella, he didn't give up. As if by pure luck he spotted her in the cafe with a man who sent his senses screaming and he had followed them.

Rosalie's phone call had been frantically edged until she knew Bella was safe, and then there was Bella, acting in a similar way. Something was happening that connected Bella, Jessica and the man with Bella. He was certain of it. By the sound of Rosalie's voice and the warning she had given him, it was apparent that she was also aware.

But now Rosalie wasn't at the apartment, and Bella would have known it was Rosalie's phone if anyone else had still been there...his mind was running on, drawing him to a single conclusion.

Kidnap.

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"The Denali's? I thought it was the Volturi!" screamed Bella. She wasn't being so delicate with the card now. Her fury had washed away any careful thoughts as she bent it between her fingers and thumb.

Edward didn't admit that he too thought it was the Volturi. He pried Bella's fingers off the card and had a closer look at it. Whilst his attention was elsewhere, she stormed past him and ran to her bedroom and locked the door behind her. She could hear Edward moving towards the door, and she waited for him to start banging on it like Alice always did. He didn't though. He just stood outside the door and waited patiently.

Bella turned her attention to the room. Winter was not positioned on top of her pillow like he usually was and he wasn't wearing his t-shirt. Bella felt her heart jump into her throat and her stomach churned. She did not want to come to any conclusions about what could have possibly happened. She had to be calm, and the only way to do that was to be cold.

She drew in a few deep breaths to settle her racing heart and she let her mind empty of thoughts. She pictured nothing, and nothing to her was blackness. It was a blackness that was thick and empty, like a starless night. Once her mind had filled with darkness, she opened her eyes, which had closed as soon as she had started to picture the dark. The room was now just a room that she slept in. Emotions were no longer held in her possessions, they were simply hers because they were in the room.

Her practicality sent her straight to the cabinet containing weapons. She found the key that opened it on the floor. She opened the door and looked inside. Nothing was missing.

"Bella, how long are you planning to be?" asked Edward in a tone that someone would use if they were waiting to use the bathroom. His voice told Bella that he wanted her to hurry up. She could see why. They had a job to do.

Edward had let her grab both her guns out of the car, and one had been close in her shoulder holster. The other was in the inner pants holster resting at her lower back. She put extra clips into her shirt pocket as an extra security blanket. She had lost two knives in the woods, so she added two new ones to the shin sheaths and made a mental note to order some more as soon as she could. Custom-made orders took a while.

The big guns at the back of the cabinet were staring at her and she thought that it would be easier to grab one of those. Her cold practicality told her that it wouldn't get her far though. She sighed and locked up the cupboard again and went back over to the door. She unlocked it and stepped out.

"I take it you weren't having a breakdown then," stated Edward, seeing the emptiness of her eyes staring back at him. For an instant, it made him wish he had killed her, but that thought was replaced by an emotion he wasn't sure he understood.

"Just because a girl locks herself in her bedroom, it doesn't mean they aren't doing something constructive," Bella retorted. Some of the coldness swept away from her eyes. She couldn't hold onto it as well as Edward could.

"Right then, let's go and find out what the hell is going on," Edward said. "I've got some new toys to try out anyway."

Bella couldn't help but find herself falling away from the cold dark she had put herself in. Interest stirred in her. "What kind of toys?" she asked.

"Dangerous ones," Edward replied.

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Rosalie had let the men tie her hands up with rope, because she had no other choice. Well, she had one other option, but she wasn't desperate enough to opt for it yet. They had already tied Alice's and Esme's hands.

Rosalie's gaze went to Alice first, who was staring forward but not at the metal interior of the van. Wherever it was that Alice was looking, it wasn't in the present. Esme had her eyes closed, as if trying to block out what was happening. Rosalie thought their actions were pathetic. They weren't fighting against the events that were unfolding. Then Rosalie realised she wasn't either. She was simply sat in the back of a van with her wrists getting rope burns.

The last time she had played victim to anyone, that person had died. Her only regret had been that it wasn't by her own hand.

If I live through this, she said to herself, I'm going to make sure I get at least one of them.

She struggled in the bindings, but they were tighter than Emmett's lycra shorts. She then started to feel around the walls for something sharp, but the metal was silky smooth and cold to the touch. In frustration, she kicked at the wall and screamed. A panel at the front opened and the barrel of a gun was facing into the back of the van.

"Don't move, Chick-y."

Rosalie bit her tongue. What she wanted to do was shout, "Who writes your fucking dialogue?" and scream some more.

Alice was still silent in the far corner, but her head turned slightly and she gave Rosalie a brief smile. It eased Rosalie's tension slightly but it still confused her. They hit a speed bump that made all three of them leave the bottom of the van for a second. Rosalie cursed under her breath, but the gun that the man had been holding had disappeared back through the front panel.

"Watch where you're driving, will yeh?" said the man in the passenger side.

"I am watching!" protested the driver. He didn't sound too pleased.

Alice slowly shuffled her way up to Rosalie and put her leg along the line of hers—although Alice was a fair few inches shorter than Rosalie.

Alice mouthed 'pocket' and Rosalie found her eyes going down to Alice's jean pocket. She turned slightly, so her hands could slip into the pocket and she felt the tips brush against something cold and metal. She hooked two fingers around what felt like a ring and she pulled. Alice had been carrying a pair of nail scissors. Rosalie quickly turned her back to the wall and closed her eyes, letting her sense of touch lead the way.

She found the pointed end of the scissors and got them rested against the rope, she then started to saw through each fibre bit by bit, hoping that she could get her hands free. She hadn't thought further than untying her hands because that would only increase her panic. She would think about the next step when she reached it, but a little voice in the back of her mind whispered, if.

She felt the van jerk to a halt and the scissors cut into her skin. She hissed and dropped them, but triumph washed over her. Her hands were free. She turned her wrists and rubbed her hands, trying to get the feeling back in them. Her gun was still resting inside her jacket. The thugs hadn't bothered to check any of them for concealed weaponry. She had to bite back the urge to laugh.

Her hand went inside her jacket when more light entered the back of the van, almost blinding her.

"Well, haven't we been naughty?" said the man who had called her a 'Chick-y'. Her hands froze, mere millimetres from her gun.

The other man had his gun pressed against the side of her head. He said, "Move your hands slowly to where I can see them."

She did.

The other man took the gun away from her and put it in his pocket. "Looks like we underestimated you," he said.

"We won't be doing that again," said the other one.

The same man jerked her wrist and pulled her out of the back of the van. The other one waited for Alice and Esme to crawl out of the back. In full daylight, Rosalie could see the redness of Esme's eyes from crying. It made her wish she had been a second faster with the gun, but the only person she knew who had a faster draw than her was Bella.

She couldn't help but smile despite her morbid thoughts. Rosalie was in trouble and yet again, Bella would be the one to rescue her.

She didn't like being dependent on others, but she trusted Bella. She trusted Bella with her life.

The man gripping her arm pulled her again. The action sent a shooting pain up her arm and forced her away from her thoughts. They were now walking through a warehouse. Boxes were piled high and in neat, meticulous lines. Rosalie had never been in a warehouse before, but she doubted they should look so clean.

There was a small storeroom at the end of the row they were walking down. The door was a pale grey colour. One of the men unlocked the door and then ushered Rosalie, Alice and Esme inside. He then closed it and locked it. All Rosalie could hear was the click of the door being locked. They were in darkness. The only form of light came through the narrow slits around the door. It was barely enough for her to make out the outline of her friend and mother.

"Peachy," said Alice simply. It made Rosalie turn to her because Alice hadn't spoken since they'd been back at the apartment and just hearing her voice eased tension that Rosalie hadn't been aware she had. It didn't change her worry for both Alice and her mother though.

"What?" asked Rosalie.

"I was being sarcastic. It reminds me of Bella."

"Yes, but Bella isn't here," Rosalie stated.

"No, but if I pretend she is, it'll help." Rosalie scowled, but then realised what Alice was trying to say.

"What would Bella do?" she said, and that phrase made the three of them look up.

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