Blanket Disclaimer Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse are not mine; they belong solely to Stephanie Meyer and her publishing company

Blanket Disclaimer Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse are not mine; they belong solely to Stephanie Meyer and her publishing company. I don't even own the idea for this story; I am simply expanding on Stephanie's brilliant work. Nor am I profiting monetarily for the creation of this story. That being said, Edward Cullen and Jasper Whitlock are my addictions. Oh, along with James Potter, but that's in the wrong category here :)

Blanket Warning Later chapters will be rated M for obvious reasons; (self) abuse, the want/need to hurt/kill and angst. If this is inappropriate for some readers because of their age and/or mentality, you have been warned.

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Chapter Three – 07.00 Hours Missing
Bella's point of view

I trembled, tears welling in my eyes for the countless time within the past hour. After his initial greeting, my cell phone had gone off and I knew someone was calling me – the man had said Charlie's name, and I knew my father was worried that we'd not come home yet. The man had walked away, taking my cell phone and my purse completely, as well as searching Angela for her cell (which he took and stuffed into his pocket). When he left, I sighed – Charlie was looking for me, Charlie would know something had gone wrong. Edward was already hunting, of that I'm sure, but would they be far enough away that Alice wouldn't see me being kidnapped?

I couldn't count on them, not knowing whether or not they even knew I was gone. Right now, our only hope was Charlie… not that I didn't love my father or not, but we had little chance of being rescued quickly then – what with Forks' poor technological advancement in the police department and the enormously trained (insert sarcastic laugh here) three men at Charlie's disposal. My father could barely operate a cell phone, let alone rescue us. We were doomed until Edward got back.

I choked back a sob as I thought of all the things they could do to us over the time span of two days, and then again over the time it took for the Cullens to find us. The trail would be long gone by then – if there was one – and I had no idea what they'd do with my cell. Even with the knowledge of the Cullen's supernatural abilities, I doubted they'd find me now.

Glancing at Angela, it looked like she thought we were doomed too, and who could blame her? Our situation looked hopeless. "A-Angela?" I whispered, my voice quivering. She looked tearfully at me from our positions across from each other, her lips pursed as she tried to reign in the tears. "What d-do you think they're going to d-do with us?"

The tears flowed freely then, as though I'd asked the same question she'd been thinking over and over again. "I-I don't know…" she whispered, her voice mangled with fear and tears. "Do y-you think anyone'll even find us at all?"

"Edward will." I spoke, injecting confidence into those three syllables. Of course Edward would find us – it was how he'd find us that worried me. Dead, of that I was sure, but would we be battered and broken? A tear spilled over and trailed its way down my cheek as I thought of him finding my body, half-naked and blood-soaked. Would he go back to Italy? I couldn't bear the thought of Edward asking to die again; Edward had to go on living, forever, even if I couldn't.

"Y-you sound so sure of that." Angela whispered again, as though terrified they'd come out and kill us if we spoke too loud. My heart went out to her; I suppose the only thing that kept me from truly being scared out of my mind was the knowledge that the Cullens were vampires; extraordinarily strong, skilled vampires, and the small, minute hope that they would find us before we died. Angela didn't even have that.

"I am." My own voice was barely louder than hers, but I didn't stutter when I said that. I had to put faith in Alice, in Edward. Another tear made its way down my cheek again as I mentally said his name; "I didn't even get to say goodbye." I wasn't even aware that I'd said that out loud until I heard my voice, raspy and broken, saying it.

Angela looked up into my eyes again and shook her head, "N-neither did I-I. I thought I'd g-get to call B-Ben later and t-talk to him – b-but I guess I won't n-now." The tears overwhelmed her and forced her to close her eyes; her cheeks were nearly completely wet – and I'm sure mine looked similar.

"You'll get another chance, Angie. You will." My voice was now quieter than hers; I wasn't sure if I was telling her the truth or not, but it looked like she needed to hear something along those lines. I was convincing myself as much as I was her.

She burst into tears, her sobs heart-wrenching. Shaking her head, Angela reached a hand out to me, and I took it, squeezing silently. What else could I do? My own goodbye to Edward wasn't supposed to be a goodbye for forever; just one to last me until the weekend was up. Would I even get to see him again? I felt my own tears fall faster, and I choked back a sob, closing my eyes and scrunching myself up into a little ball to stop the pain from overwhelming me.

"What do you think he's doing?" Angela said, her voice suddenly sure, though not louder. Who? Edward? "Ben," she clarified, as though I'd asked out loud, though I was sure I hadn't. "Do you think he's ok?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak anymore. Of course Ben was ok; he didn't come to Seattle, didn't get caught up in this. He was probably at home, watching TV or playing on his new Wii, waiting for Angela to come home so he could tell her all about his typical, safe day. My throat tightened; why did we have to choose today, of all days, to go out? Was it all my fault for pushing today, rather than tomorrow, as Angela had originally intended? I hadn't meant to put us through all this, but Edward had to leave again and I couldn't bear to be alone for a long stretch of time. I had put us in the position to be here – I was truly a selfish monster. "I'm so sorry, Angela," I whispered, my voice tight. I squeezed our still-intertwined hands. "I'm so, so sorry."

"For what?" She sounded honestly confused, and I sniffled.

"For making us go today. If it hadn't been for me… you'd be at home today, with Ben. Not stuck here, not knowing what's going to happen to us. I'm so, so sorry." I repeated, the tears welling up again.

Angela was shaking her head softly, wiping her cheeks with her free hand. "No, Bella. This isn't your fault; this is just us being in the wrong place, at the wrong time."

"Yeah, story of my life," I muttered darkly underneath my breath, unsure if she'd even heard me at all or not.

"What do you think our parents are doing right now?" Angela spoke up suddenly in the silence that had followed.

I shrugged, "I can't see what time it is; my watch's on my wrist and-" I shrugged as if to say, 'I'm rather tied up at the moment', "-I can't get to it." I finished lamely, staring down at my ankles. "Charlie gets home at around five o'clock, usually, so it must be after that!" Perking up slightly, I looked at Angela expectantly, wanting something to talk about that wasn't a huge depressant – I don't think I can bear another silence, "We can just assume that it's about five and go from there."

Angela nodded, not appearing to experience actual joy or excitement, but glad that this new 'project' gave us something to think about that didn't involve their situation… at least not to a huge extent. "My mother would be preparing dinner," She said quietly, "I think tonight we were going to have hamburgers and coleslaw, so she'll be adding spices to the meat before frying it. My brother will probably be whining about how hungry he is," I watched as the corners of her mouth twitched at some memory, "and my father will probably be just coming home too; he'll go straight to his office and get himself something to drink. Probably brandy or whisky or some other disgusting drink." Angela gazed up at me, "You?"

"Well, if I know Renée, then her and Phil will be serving up some takeout – but not for another few hours; they never eat early. Charlie will just be getting home," My throat tightened at the mention of Charlie's name, and I struggled to get my next sentence out, "He'll be sitting on the couch, turning on the game and yelling at me to know what's for dinner." My eyes watered; would I ever see them again? I don't think I ever realized exactly how much I missed my mother until I realized I may never see her again. I would certainly never take her for granted after this, sometimes-annoying childish personality and all.

I could feel my lips trembling and fought even harder against the surge of depression and pain that had clawed itself into my heart; the wound that I thought had been fully healed over when Edward came back opened up, tearing at me, at my emotions, with an intense fervour. Sniffling, I wiped at my drenched cheeks, desperate to stop the tears and to remove any evidence of them – I would not sit here and cry my heart out; I would do something worthwhile; there had to be something I could do to get us out of here, slim though it might be. Another quick survey of the room told me there was nothing, at least not while I was in this room.

The door slammed open and we both jumped in terror, instinctively moving closer to each other as though the other could offer up a slim chance of protection. Whatever our reason, I knew everyone had the same idea imprinted on their subconscious – safety in numbers. A man – not the same one who'd greeted us upon our arrival and stole our phones – swaggered into the room, his shaved head looking around the room before his gaze finally rested on our scrunched up forms. Behind him, a younger, dark-haired man followed him in.

"Well, well, David. I told you they wouldn't be sleeping." The bald one announced, grinning back at his friend, who shrugged, not appearing to care what we were doing. "They usually don't." He smirked at me, as though he were dishing out some private information and I wasn't to take it lightly. Beside me, I heard Angela whimper at the almost predatory way he looked over us. Fighting back the bile that had risen in the back of my throat, I squeezed Angela's hand one more time.

The younger man, David, I supposed, ventured further into our hellhole and shut the door behind him, effectively decreasing the light that we had. In the dimmer atmosphere, they looked almost surreal – like phantoms, or monsters raised from our own personal hell, though I guessed that in any other situation the younger one, David, would have looked attractive. "Whatever, man." David rolled his eyes, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket.

Moving with the grace of a trained predator – reminding me distinctly of one of those hyenas on the Discovery Channel, with his toothy grin and bushy eyebrows – the older one moved down to us and crouched, bringing his face within inches of Angela's. I felt her stiffen next to me, and I know he must have caught her movement because his grin grew exponentially. "Now, now, pet," He grinned, reaching up with one of his hands to touch her face; she whimpered again and turned her cheek away, desperate to get him off her but too scared to actually crawl away. "I like this one," He commented, turning to David as he ran a finger alone the contours of Angela's jaw. His eyes swivelled back to her face, appraising her.

Tears ran down her face more frequently now, and I could feel her sobs shake her body. "Leave her alone," I whispered, terrified, "Please." My hands shook, but I reached over with my free hand and pulled Angela closer to me, farther away from him.

I blanched under his gaze as he turned to face me; why had I spoken again? I should be trying to hide, not attract his attention – how dumb could I get? Edward was right; I truly had no sense of self-preservation. And yet... Angela was terrified. Her fear, was mine, and we were both scared to death of the creepy man in front of us. The man edged closer to me, laughing – the sound coming in quick, sharp succession, ringing in the room.

"She has spunk; that could be entertaining to watch. You feel up to breaking her in, David?" It was said casually, but the meaning behind the words sent a stab of fear through my heart, and, if possible, Angela stiffened even more at his implication. Breaking her in?

David eyed me carefully, a smirk slowly forming on his face. "I'll enjoy every minute of it."

Oh – dear – sweet – Jesus. Sorry guys, I really didn't mean to take so long on the update! Can you say 'extreme writer's block'? Plus, its summer time baby! I truly am sorry, guys. Can you ever forgive me? I just couldn't find the inspiration to write the chapter! It just wouldn't come! I'll try and be better, my lambs.

Bonnie -xx-