A usual, thanks to my beautiful beta, Paige! You rock my world!

"Oh can't you see

You belong to me

My poor heart aches

With every step you take

Every move you make

Every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I'll be watching you."

-The Police-

BPOV:

I bounce around in my chair to the sound of the music streaming through my headphones as I read my newest paperback. Nothing like a nice, trashy romance to get my mind off of things. When I'm in this room, nothing else exists. We've practically made a home here, although, I don't know how much longer we'll be able to stay. I'm sure Edward is getting cabin fever at this point. It's been two weeks since my "episode". Edward asked me about it on a few occasions, but respected my feelings when I expressed I didn't want to talk about it. They'll find my stalker in no time. Or, at least, that's what I keep telling myself. They'll find him, and Edward and I will get to go home and start our new life together.

I want that life so desperately-I want a normal life with Edward. As funny as it is, I rarely think about my career anymore. I'd been so obsessed with it before, so driven. Not that, that was a bad thing, but it caused me to miss out on so much. I want to get back to acting and after this horrible experience, I know it will be nice to express my emotions in an artistic way. I'm sure I'll have a lot to offer. However, I don't want to go about it like I did before. I want to have time for Edward. I want to have time for my friends and family. I suppose I just needed a near death experience to realize how many people in my life I've neglected. I love Edward, and he deserves the best. I'll try my best to give that to him.

"Okay, Bella. I'll be back in an hour, okay? You sure you'll be all right?"

I've grown more and more comfortable when it comes to being alone. I've been exercising over the past few weeks and I'm beginning to feel stronger and more sure of myself. I feel like I'm finally starting to become my old self again. I feel like I've been lost since my attack happened and now, I'm finally remembering who I am.

"I'll be fine. I was just going to call my mom. I haven't talked to her in a while."

Edward looks at me for a long moment as he stands in the doorway of our hotel room, before giving me a small smile and crossing the small room to reach me. He kisses me once on the forehead, before tilting my chin up to kiss me once on the lips.

"Love you. I'll be back soon."

"Love you, too."

I smile, happy he's so free with his emotions now. Everytime he tells me he loves me, I feel a spark bubbling inside of me. I don't know if he realizes how truly special he makes me feel. I watch him leave while taking a deep breath in an effort to calm myself. He'll be back in an hour, and I'll call my mom and everything will be fine. I pull my headphones off of my head and reach for my cell phone, dialing my mom's number. She answers on the second ring.

"Bella? Sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"Hi, Mom," I reply with a smile. She's never been one for small talk, at least not when there's something important she needs to know. "I'm fine. I've been feeling a lot better over the past few days."

"That's good, sweetheart. Your father and I have been so worried about you. You rarely call."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"How's Edward? Is he with you right now?"

"No," I say with a small smile, always happy to talk about Edward. "He went out to run a few errands. He'll be back in an hour. We've been great, mom."

I'm sure she can hear the smile in my voice, because she says, "Great? How great, Bella?"

"Really, really great," I admit with a small grin pulling at my lips. "Mom, I can't wait for you to meet him. I can't wait for all of this to go away and for things to return to normal."

She sighs. "I know, Bella. Me, too." I can hear the sadness in her voice. "Bella, I'm sure it'll all be back to normal soon. You'll just have to hold out a little bit longer. Have you heard anything from the police?"

Now it's my turn to sigh. "Nothing really. They're looking for a lead, but they're always coming up short. Every time they've been onto something, something happens to derail the whole thing. It won't be long before the case goes cold, and then what am I supposed to do? He's out there, mom. He's out there somewhere. How am I supposed to go back to a normal life knowing that?"

"Come home, Bella. Come home and stay with us for a while. Bring Edward with you. Make a home here with us. Maybe if you're gone long enough, that man will forget all about you." The hope in her voice sounds so forced, but I commend her for trying.

"I don't know if he will. He's patient, mom. That's what scares me."

"Just consider it, Bella. Wouldn't you feel more safe if you were further away."

Yes. I most definitely would. "I'll think about it, mom," I answer honestly. "I'll talk to Edward about it when he gets back."

"Please do, Bella. You father and I miss you so much. We just want you home. We just want you safe."

I nod, feeling tears well in my eyes. I don't want her to hear me cry. I don't want her to know that I'm hurting. "Mom, I've got to go. I'll talk to you soon, okay? And I'll talk to Edward when he returns about leaving here."

"Okay, Bella. Promise to call me tomorrow."

"I promise."

"I love you, sweetheart. You're so much stronger than you think, Bella."

"I love you, too, mom." Her comment moved me so much, it's making my voice shake with emotion. I know as soon as I hang up, I'll break down. So I do so now. "I've got to go, mom."

"Talk to you tomorrow, Bella."

"Talk to you tomorrow, mom."

Tears fall as soon as I press "end". I put my head in my hands and stay like that for a long time, until I finally find it in myself to move. I wheel myself to the bathroom and clean up a bit. I don't want Edward to come home and find me like this. He'll think I had another panic attack. Which, I don't blame him, since I've had several in his absence.

I close my eyes for a moment, and it's then that I hear it. It's subtle, quiet, and if I hadn't been used to listening for the slightest sound, I might not have noticed it. There's a quick click before I hear a creak. The sound could be from the room next door, it could be from something happening outside, or it could be coming from a multitude of things, but in my anxiety filled mind, it's coming from my room. It's nothing, Bella. It's absolutely nothing. Don't be afraid. I'm tired of letting my fear rule my life. I take a deep breath, before exiting the bathroom, prepared for whatever I might face.

I'm met with nothing. I let go of the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I cross the room and park my chair beside the bed and reach for the remote. Maybe some TV will calm my nerves until Edward returns. I flip through the channels until I come across some random comedy. I mindlessly watch it for a moment, before I hear my phone buzz on the bed. It's a text from a number I don't know. I unlock my phone and my heart stops as I read the words on the screen.

And you thought you were safe.

Tears fill my eyes as I stare at the message. I hear another creak and my eyes raise to look at the closet door as it slowly opens. My eyes widen in shock and confusion. How could this be? What is he doing here? What is happening?!

I open my mouth to scream but he reaches me before a noise can escape my lips. One of his soft hands covers my mouth while another reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a needle and smiles at me as tears leak from my eyes. Why? My eyes question. He doesn't answer and stabs the needle into my arm. His face goes blurry, before my whole world goes black.

A/N: Oh, snap! Now Bella is in her own little horror movie. Eek! I'm so looking forward to hearing more of your theories! So, please review :). I'll post a teaser for the next chapter late tonight in my facebook group!

**Fun Horror Movie Fact- Silent horror star, Lon Chaney, achieved iconic horror status with his role as the phantom in The Phantom of the Opera (1925). His visage is immediately recognize to not only horror fans, but to moviegoers everywhere. Because film was still in its early stage in the 1920s, Chaney was allowed to do his own makeup. He used copious amounts of black paint to give his face a sunken, almost skeletal appearance. He also pulled his nose up with a wire so it stuck out like a pig's and wore false teeth.**