Previously, on Kidnapped: Edward tried to save Bella from his family, but ended up going blood-crazy and is now more of a threat to Bella than ever. Alice has taken Bella, who is now very shaken, to a hotel room, where they talked about what happened. The phone rang, and Alice said, "It's for you."

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I shuddered as the cold device landed on damp palms. "Alice, is it...him?" I asked, hating the way my voice broke on the last word. Despite everything, I was excited at the prospect.

Alice paused minutely and sighed. "Just answer the phone, Bella."

The phone shook in my hands as I pressed the green icon. "Hello," I breathed.

Silence.

I could only imagine what was going on on the other side.

"Edward." I paused, eying Alice, hoping for confirmation on my theory. I saw Alice's blank stare and I felt cold. "Are you there?"

I coughed, trying to clear the sudden thickness in my voice. It didn't help. "I - Edward - I -" I sighed. "I don't know what to say. Why did you call me? Are you okay?"

A soft static on his side was picking up and made it hard to hear anything.

I was so focused on discerning the sound that I yelped slightly when Alice touched my arm. The static cut off for a "Bell-" and Alice grabbed the phone.

She talked so fast it was hard to make anything out, but I caught glimpses of "find a way" and "Jasper" and, of course, "blood." I was shocked when a real whimper escaped my lips.

"Come on." Alice's voice was gentle but her grip rough as she shoved me toward the door. "We have to leave."

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Within minutes, we were in the car. (It would have taken seconds but she had to wait for me to put clothes on.)

"We better be going home." My voice wasn't convincing. Alice gave me a pity snort. "You can't just kidnap me, Alice. I have school, work, Charlie. It would kill him if I disappeared and -"

"And it wouldn't kill him if you died?" Her voice was harsh. Was she getting sick of taking care of me?

"I don't think-"

"Edward is not a safe person to be around right now, Bella."

"Well it's not like I'm planning on spending time alone in the woods with him or anything, Alice. Just trying to return to my town."

Alice sighed and said something about a "complication" under her breath as she pulled over. She rubbed her temples. Fiddled with her phone. Took a deep breath. Whipped her head at me - faster than I could see. Against my will, I cowered.

Then - and there's no other way to describe it - she bared her teeth at me. My heart was beating out of my chest, every nerve on high alert.

Her hand tightened on the wheel and the wheel was not up to the task. A shriek escaped my lips as a large crack! filled the small space between us.

She leaned toward me - my hands fumbling for the door handle, my chest heaving, I scrambled for an escape.

She leaned back and her eyes molded into something very sad. Very softly, she murmured, "Can you see?"

My vision blurred but I was trapped in her onyx gaze.

"You're afraid of us for good reason, Bells."

She took another deep breath.

"And," The and was drawn out, clearly delaying the confession, "we can…tell when you're afraid, Bella. It makes things harder for us. Do not think for a second that you'd be safe in Forks, Bella."

Alice gave me a long look, nodded, and slowly pulled back onto the road.

Alice drove in silence, probably disgusted with me. I was, at least. I wanted to be brave; I wanted to be able to demand to go home, to be able to tell Edward he wouldn't hurt me, to be able to go home to Charlie so he wouldn't worry. I'd always prided myself in being brave. But now all I could do was sit and cower as the miles flew behind us.