Here is Chapter 6. I don't know about you guys, but after I read over this chapter, it started to creep me out. That's how scary james can be! :O

Chapter 6:

I ran fast, so very fast. Everything I passed or saw was just a huge blur. I didn't stop. Didn't stop until I reached the lovely, cute little neighbourhood in which I was going to perform my next challenge.

The house was a regular Phoenix home. Cute little house. Like it was out of a fairytale. It was sunny, so I hid in the shadows until dark, waiting for an opportune moment to sneak in. Later in the evening, I broke in, being quiet as a cat. None of the neighbours would of heard me if they were listening. They were all sound asleep.

When I was inside, I took my own private tour of the little cottage house. It was nice, with furnished rooms and nice landscaping. I went upstairs and downstairs, rifling through different drawers and closets. I scanned the hallways, but it was not until a plan formed in my head when I saw the living room.

It was messy, with unpacked things everywhere. A small TV was on one side of the room, although it was barely noticeable behind cardboard boxes labelled "Home Videos."

I opened the box more and reached for the first home video in the box. It was labelled "Thanksgiving" and, curious, I put it in the VCR player and hit play. There was the usual boring entry, with things that would not help me. I waited though, because that's what a good tracker does. They are always patient.

I saw her mother, or what I assumed was her mother. They were very similar in looks, her and Bella. The same albino skin. The same hair, except her mother's was slightly more brown, not as red. I bit my tongue as I remembered the beautiful smell of her hair. Then I continued watching.

The scene had changed now. They were at a beach. Bella looked young, maybe twelve or so. She was leaning over the pier, and her mother was worried.

"Bella? Bella?" her voice was panicky. "Bella, you scared me! Don't ever do that to me again!"

I smiled, a plan was starting to form.

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I had taken the video out of the VCR and into my jacket pocket when I heard a beep come from the phone. Her mother had one of those old fashioned telephones, one that played the message as soon as it was received. Bella's voice came over the phone.

"Mom, it's me. Listen, I need you to do something. It's important. As soon as you get this message, call me at this number."

She paused briefly as she read over a number. A number someone was showing her, no doubt. So she wasn't alone. She read over the number twice and I copied it down on a convenient pad of paper right next to the telephone.

"Please don't go anywhere until you talk to me. Don't worry, I'm ok, but I have to talk to you right away, no matter how late you get this call, all right? I love you, Mom. Bye."

I heard the click of the phone as it hung up. Then I listened to the message one more time, making sure I had the correct phone number.

I did.