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CULLEN-MASEN FAMILY

Chapter 30

GHOST POV - CAIUS'

I was heading out of town, not believing I was able to get my hands on her. Caius should be pleased, but she seems so...delicate, breakable. Maybe I'll keep it a secret for a few days before I subject her to him.

She is quite gorgeous, and I imagine my life will be forfeit because I took her. I guess it's a good thing I bought her a set of arm brace crutches, as there is no way I could have got them along with her. I don't want her to want for anything, and it's quite easy to go get anything she needs. I know her main desire will be to go home, but I need to see exactly what Caius has planned for her. I'm not going to sit and let him get his jollies out of hurting her.

We're almost to the cabin I got to hold her in. I made sure to get lots of supplies for her, and if she wants anything else, I will provide it. Just a few minutes more, and we'll be there. I hope she won't fight me, but I'm ready if she does. I can keep her sedated if I have too.

This place belongs to me, so I shouldn't have any unexpected visitors. I like it for its seclusion away from everyone. I'm not known to be a people person. I like my solitude very much.

Alright then, let me get her inside hopefully before she wakes up. I walk around to the other side opening the door, picking her up. She hardly weighs anything. We approach the door to the cabin making it inside I lay her down on the couch.

I shut, and lock the door turning to make a fire in the fireplace. I need to get it warm in here for her. After getting that to going I walk into the kitchen checking the supplies I have in the way of food for her. I think I'll put on a pot of coffee anyway.

While it is brewing I sit at the bar looking at her. I guess I need to get more firewood inside, too. I understand she suffers when it is too cold, because of her previous injury. Yes, I know quite a bit about Miss Swan. I also know she is the elusive The Swan, the painter. She is quite coveted, along with her work.

After getting a fair amount of firewood inside, I make a cup of coffee, and sit waiting for her to wake up.

About an hour , or so later she begins to stir. I don't approach her, as it might frighten her more. I need her to be as cooperative as possible. I walk towards the back, and retrieve the arm braces I got. I don't want her to think she has to depend on me to get around inside, but I need to make her understand she is my...prisoner (?), captive, and will be until I decide how to handle this situation with Caius.

She finally sits up looking around, and finally looks at me. "Hello Mrs. Cullen? Would it be easier to call you that, or just Bella? We are kind of stuck with each other for a period of time. I need to decide how to forge further in this situation. Now, I have no intentions of hurting you, abusing you, molesting you, but don't for one-minute think there is a chance of your leaving here unless I decide to let you go. Now, that being said, my name is Scott. I have got you a set of arm braces to help you get around, there are supplies in the kitchen, and the bathroom for your use. If there is something you need in the way of any type of supplies all you need to do is tell me. I will see to getting it. Would you like a cup of coffee, something to drink?"

"Why did you take me? What is the purpose of holding me hostage? I want to go home, and to be honest it would be in your best interest to let me go. You do know who my husband is, right? He will kill you."

"Bella, is it alright if I call you Bella?" which she acknowledge to be alright. "Bella, I know my life is probably forfeit in the first place for taking you. I'm no fool, I do know who your husband is. I know I'm pretty much as they would say, 'a dead man walking'? I have a feeling by following Caius' orders, and taking you I have pretty much signed my death warrant either way. Now, that being said, I just made this coffee, and I am enjoying it myself. It is not loaded with any kind of drugs, I promise you. If I have to sedate you, it will be by injection only. You will be informed I'm going to do it. I will ONLY do it if you attempt to try to escape, or give me a hard time in this matter. Let's just make the best of things for the time being, alright?"

I walk over pouring her a cup of coffee, "How do you take your coffee, Bella?"

"Cream, and sugar, please. Scott, right?" I acknowledge her with a nod. "Scott, why not just let me go home. I will do everything in my power to see to it Edward knows you've been very courteous in how you've taken care of me. I'll do anything to keep him from hurting you in any shape, or form. Please Scott."

"Now Bella, down this hall you will find a bathroom, and I've put supplies in there you might need. As I said, if there is anything else you need please let me know. There is no sense in asking me to let you go at the present. Make yourself comfortable, and feel free to use anything in the house. I can also assure you even if you make to the outdoors there is nowhere for you to go. The closest population is about ten miles from here. It is very rough terrain, and pretty much only accessible by all-terrain vehicle. I'm sorry for all this, but please don't make things harder for either one of us."

I walk off towards the back of the cabin checking all the windows. and the back door. I then check the bathroom, and make sure it is easily accessible for her. I walk back into the front room, which consist of a living room, and kitchen combined. There is a loft bedroom, but I don't see her making it up the ladder. There is a back bedroom right down the hall across from the bathroom that will be ideal for her to use.

I sit, making another cup of coffee, and try to talk to her about her paintings. We do manage to be quite sociable in our discussion. She does love her work. I ask her about it being hard with her disability, but she explains she has the equipment to make it quite easy for her. She tells me of a standing wheelchair that helps tremendously.

We sit talking for quite a while, and suddenly I realize it is late enough to fix us some dinner. I tell her not to be afraid of me, but feel free to check out the rooms available for her to use. She gets up walking back to the bathroom, and I go into the kitchen to see about something to cook for dinner.

She comes back into the kitchen area, and asks what I'm doing. I explain I'm fixing to cook something for our dinner, but she offers to do it. I nod for her to go ahead, and I move over to the bar area sitting, and watching her go to work. She looks around seeing the different things she can use, and sets out some steaks, potatoes, and stuff for a salad. I ask if I can help, and she puts me to work making us a salad.

She puts the potatoes in the microwave after cutting them with a small knife, then coating them with butter. She puts them to cook for about ten minutes, and sets to working on the steaks. She uses butter, garlic salt, and black pepper. She sets them on a low heat, and goes to cutting up onion, and mushrooms. She says she's going to cook them in the garlic salt base. It sounds quite good.

We work together for a good hour, and things finally get sat on the bar, along with plates, silverware, glasses. We sit down, and enjoy our dinner, which I must admit is quite good. She does know how to cook. I praise her cooking, and thank her for the wonderful meal. I also tell her I will do the dishes, and cleaning since she done all the hard work.

We get things cleaned up, and she says she is going to go to bed if it's alright. I tell her to go right on ahead. I also inform her there are some sweat pants, and t-shirts in there for her to change into. I tell her good night, and sit down in the living room. I need some time to think this move through.

I am beginning to think I made quite the mistake taking her. I just don't know what to do now. If I try to take her back, I'm quite sure I'll be dead before I can utter a word of explanation. I need to see about trying a different approach to this problem.

A few days later

EPOV

Dear God, please bring my Bella back to me. I don't know how much longer I can carry on without her here. I pray she is alright, and not being hurt. Yes, I keep saying I will kill them, but I will kill whoever took my Bella if one hair on her head is messed up. She is my life. I am nothing without her.

No one has heard anything, or seen anyone to lead them to where she is. I don't know how that is even possible. I've got people all up and down the coast looking for her. Looking for any of Caius' people. If I could get my hands on some of them, they might tell me where to look for her, or for the people that took her.

Sean is sitting there watching me pace back, and forth in my office. He's tried calling everyone he knows, but there is something...someone I'm failing to touch on that would help. Why the fuck can't I figure this out?

He tries to talk to me, and nothing is helping. He goes to the door, and helps Mrs. Stanley bring in some coffee, and a light snack. She is very concerned about me, about Bella. I can tell. Her hands are trembling, and she looks close to tears. I go to her, pulling her close, holding her, telling her everything will be alright. I assure her I will get Bella back, and we can spoil her. She looks up at me smiling, and walks out saying she's going to see about dinner, and do some cleaning.

I just shake my head at her, and know everything will be alright...or there will be so many dead bodies across this part of the country. No one will be able to stop me.

I sit down to a cup of coffee Sean has sat for me, and drift off in thought. I don't know where my mind has gone, but I finally come back around, and the room is full of people. I look very puzzled, and ask them what is going on. No one can look at me. I ask them again what is going on.

Finally Paul steps forward, and begins to tell me of a vehicle they found that had an article of clothing. They believe it to be Bella's, but before they agree to show it to me they ask I remain calm. They tell me it's not as bad as it looks, and they believe it was a set up for us to find.

"Show me," as I stand, and Paul pulls out a sweater that is Bella's. It is covered in blood, and I pray to God it is not from her. "No, no, no, no, no, dear God not from my Bella." I grab it from his hand bringing it to my face. It just can't be her blood. She would be dead from all the blood on it.

Paul goes to assure me he feels it was a set up, as the vehicle was just sitting, having been crashed into a tree. It was still running, and some one called to inform us to check it out. We have no idea who called, but we ran over, and that is what we found. The vehicle was stolen not long ago, and had been reported.

I sit back down in my desk chair holding the sweater, and praying nothing has happened to her. I need to get myself together, and try to think things through. I can not afford to fall apart right now. She needs me to find her, and enact my rite of vengeance against whoever took her.

I send everyone back out to cover the area where the vehicle was wrecked, and see if anyone saw anything. I need time to think now. I feel as if someone is trying to send me a message, and I'm listening loud, and clear.

I'm left alone finally, and I start from the beginning trying to piece something together that would make sense out of this stupid act. I know without a doubt that this is Caius' work. If he thinks he's going to get away with this, has he got a surprise coming to him. I can promise there is nothing I won't do to get my revenge for touching my Bella.

GHOST POV - EDWARD'S

Alright, so far so good. At least he has the common sense not to bring in Caius yet. I'm not sure what is going through his mind, but he is surely dead if one hair on her head is out of place. I need to think about interfering into this, possibly confronting him for his stupidity. Why in the world would he be so arrogant to take her from the one man I can promise is going to kill him.

So, for a bit more I will continue to watch this situation, and get ready to take her away from all this before someone does something really stupid...like bring Caius into this.

God help them all if he does.

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Alright everyone, I know that was one heck of a place to end this, but got to hold something over for the next chapter. I promise it is going to come to a head, and then we got a lot of blood, guts, snakes, and all kinds of yummy stuff fixing to happen.

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