Thank you for all the encouraging reviews I got from the first chapter. The reviews are the only reason why I decided to add a second chapter. So if you want me to continue please review. (Still the other story is being put first)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER TWO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Madelyn's POV*

I was more terrified than I've ever been in my entire life and I shuddered, remembering the cold touch that touched me in so many different ways—I brushed away the frightening memory that had happened.

He said he was coming back for me. I couldn't let him come back for me; I had to save myself so here I am now, driving my black 2007 ford Mustang GT, costumed by a good friend, Adam. I miss him like I miss everyone else… but him especially.

I caught myself a couple of times going over the speed limit as I traveled down the highway and I immediately slowed down. I don't need to be getting pulled over; I can't have anything slow me down. Anyone will be able to clearly tell that I'm a wreck and a cop might not allow me to continue driving.

No one can know who I am and what's going on.

I gripped the steering wheel as a tear rolled down my cheek. I had no idea where I was going, all I knew was that I needed away, away from Mississippi, far away and I would keep going until I felt I had to stop.

Would he find me soon?

I sobbed, keeping both eyes on the road as I was now passing a red Chevy truck.

I'm only twenty years old, just getting out of college, how could something like this happen to me? My mom and dad are away. They should be back in a week. What will they do when they come home to find me gone?

What about Shannon, my older sister? Will she swing by the house and discover I'm gone? No. If she does go by the house, she will assume that I'm out with friends. She might try to call me, but I won't answer. My silver razor cell phone is just about dead anyways.

I stiffened my body, so I wouldn't shake as much and then noticed that I was almost on E. I don't want to stop but I have to get gas.

I just groaned when deciding that was what I had to do and then a few minutes after I was pulling into the nearest gas station, alongside a gas pump.

I cut off the engine and dug through my purse to find my credit card. I snatched it up and hurried out of the car.

I got a full tank of gas and quickly climbed back into the car.

I pulled out of the gas station, cutting off a blue van when getting back onto the highway which caused them to honk at me, but I really didn't care at the moment. I needed to get away as fast as possible without anyone getting in the way.

I made sure my windows were rolled up the whole drive. Will he still be able to trace my scent like he told me he could, even if my windows are rolled up?

My heart raced, thinking what he would do to me if he found me. Am I just putting myself in more danger by doing this?

I let another sob escape as the tears watered against my cheeks.

I guess we will find out.

A few hours on the road, my eyes started to get heavy.

It's night. I'm not exactly sure how long I've been up. All I know is that I'm extremely tired. I can't stop, I thought, I have to keep going. God, maybe I should have taken a plane… or a bus at least.

After yawning for the twentieth time is when I decided to pull into a rest stop.

I reclined my seat and plugged my phone into the car charger before setting the alarm to 12:30AM.

It's now 10:11PM. Enough time to get a little sleep...

The first twenty minutes lying down against the black leather seat I couldn't sleep. My eyes would fly open and my body would stiffen to the first little noise I heard. I was afraid, afraid of what he was going to do to me if he found me.

I sobbed my way in to consciousness and woke up to my cell phone alarm beeping loudly at me. I jumped to the sound, the pain in my stomach the first thing I noticed, feeling as if it has been kicked several times. I ignored it and quickly pulled my seat upright before starting the car and getting back on the road. I then turned off the alarm.

Who knows how far I will get before he finds me…

I slowed down on the highway for God knows how many times since I've been on the road. I was very paranoid that I would get pulled over so I then constantly checked the speedometer

I had to of been on the highway for a couple days, but I didn't know how long to be exact. All I knew was that I felt sick, completely sick and I wondered if it was because of my emotional state at that moment. I also felt uncomfortable in my clothes. I wore my gray—usually baggy on me—sweats with a black baggy t-shirt.

I couldn't believe how uncomfortable I felt in my sweats, they felt unusually tight around me. Could I be gaining weight? That would be weird for me… I'm normally a thin person who never gained anything no matter how much I ate so thinking of myself gaining so much weight that my clothes were uncomfortably tight was… hard to comprehend.

I squirmed in my seat some, trying to push everything off. Me being sick or gaining weight isn't really important right now.

The farther I drove, it seemed the worse I felt.

I felt nauseated.

I haven't eaten really anything, but I'm sure if I did, I would be throwing that up. I felt my insides ready to come up a few times... only there's nothing in my stomach to come up so I was thankful for that—which then reminded me how hungry I was as my stomach rumbled.

No, I can't stop.

My stomach twisted while I griped the steering wheel taking in a deep breath and then letting it out, repeating this over and over.

It was starting to rain while now in Washington. I had no idea where on earth I was going. I didn't have that good of a plan. The only plan I had was getting the hell away. I just decided to get off the highway, hoping to make it harder for them to find me…

I pulled into a gas station where they pump your gas for you and I sighed in relief when glad I picked this one.

I couldn't get out of the car now, I could barely move with how I was feeling.

Maybe if I eat something I will feel better, I thought, but I can't have anything slow me down...

While I waited for this older guy to pump my gas, I glanced at myself in the river view mirror and then snapped my head back to take another look. My eyes widened in surprise at my reflection. I looked horrible. My hazel eyes drooped down tiredly, blood shot, with my face slimmer in an unhealthy looking way.

I slowly brought my hand up to touch the unfamiliar face and then quickly dropped it away.

God, maybe I should eat something…

Knocking against my window is what made me jump. Then instantly realized it was the guy that worked here who pumped the gas.

I rolled down my window and forced a smile.

"Here's your card." He handed me my credit card with a friendly smile. "Have a good day."

I cleared my throat before I spoke. "Thank you, you too."

After spending another hour on the road is when I sadly started to read the signs. I didn't know where exactly I was at first, not really paying attention to my surroundings much when on the road. I saw a sign that read 'The city of Seattle welcomes you' and I just kept going.

A few minutes later I decided to pull over to rest a little. I haven't got much shut eye since I've been on the road and my eyes were begging to close for some sleep.

I sighed heavily, reclining my leather seat back and I was shortly out the moment my eye lids shut.

I stepped on the gas, heading full speed down the road I didn't know the name of. He was right behind me, although I wasn't sure if he saw me. Wouldn't he of caught up by now?

I shook uncontrollably in the driver's seat, keeping my hands wrapped around the steering wheel firmly and I noticed I wasn't breathing so I let out a breath and breathed in once.

Please, please, please, not me!

I passed a white car that was in front of me in the "no passing zone", but I didn't care.

That was the first car I've seen since I've been on this nowhere road. I didn't let that distract me.

Tears rushed down my cheeks and I wondered if he was maybe in the forest, following me. The narrow road I'm now riding on is surrounded by trees. Is he waiting for me for the opportunity to come and get me?

I sniffled, my vision getting slightly blurry and then I wiped the tears away with my right hand causing me to see again.

I still shook while my heart was racing hard against my chest. The road just went straight down and I was thankful I didn't have to do winding turns at the moment.

That's when I saw him. One second the road was empty in front of me then the next he was instantly there, just standing in the middle of the road… waiting for me.

"Noooo!" I shrieked loudly, jerking the wheel to the left.

I didn't think throughout with my moves, causing myself to run head on into a tree—at least I thought I hit a tree—I then realized I had my eyes closed and I wasn't sure if I was able to open them.

I slowly opened them. I saw I had to of been a foot from hitting a mossy green tree, only it appeared that I didn't… but the damage of my hood told a completely different story.

I stood as still as a statue for a moment.

I can't stay here!

I put the Mustang in reverse and stepped on the gas... I wasn't moving. I tried again, failed. Again... failed. I balled my hands into hard, shaking fists, slamming them on the steering wheel out of anger, frustration and above all, sadness.

I closed my eyes tightly shut for a couple seconds. The moment I opened them is when he ever so gracefully landed onto my hood with a low thud, landing in a motionless crouch while I let out a scream.

He smiled at me. I realized I was still screaming as he still sat there just staring at me with what seemed like amazement. I shook like I never before as I screamed even louder with tears running down my cheeks nonstop.

I closed my eyes, wishing this was a dream. When I opened them to find him gone I thought it was too good to be true. I just sat in my seat, still sobbing and shaking.

It wasn't even a few seconds until someone opened my door and I saw clear enough from the corner of my eye that it was him. I tried to swallow, but my throat felt too tight. I didn't move, I didn't scream. I just sat there, knowing that there wasn't any use trying to get away.

I slowly and forcefully turned my head to look at him.

I knew it was him. His ridiculously pale skin shinning like a diamond in a scary way that terrified me even more made my vision start to shake along with my body. The only part of him that moved was his wild blonde hair that was only a couple inches long on his head. His reddish eyes stared at me, not blinking.

The one thing I feared the most about him was soon coming… his touch, his icy cold touch that only brought deshveu.

He slowly but not hesitantly stretched his arm out to touch me and I flinched away before I could feel the freezing touch of his skin. I opened my mouth to speak, just that nothing came out and he instantly snatched my wrist, dragging me out of the car, my first reaction to try to pull away from the icy touch.

I screamed, my eyes flying open when realizing I was reclined back in my car.

I sat there, now sitting up in my seat. I didn't move, my thoughts slowly coming together…

"A… dream?" I whispered to myself.

It was light out which made me feel a little better, but I still was shaking, trying to pull myself together enough to drive. I suddenly wondered how long I was asleep...

My shaking hand grabbed my cell phone and flipped it open to see that it was 3:05PM. I was still feeling very nauseous. I leaned my head out the window a few times when parked.

Now wasn't a good time to be sick like I have been lately.

I pushed away my dark stray hairs while taking in a breath. I took out my low ponytail and pulled it back in a careless bun.

I was soon getting back onto the road just thinking about my dream—more like nightmare—that felt so real.

If it's even possible, my usually baggy gray sweats I was wearing were starting to feel a little more uncomfortable, feeling something move around in my stomach, something I've been feeling. It was a strange feeling to me.

I just sighed.

I thought about the fact the sweats were tight on me. How could I be gaining so much weight when I haven't even eaten anything?

My curiosity took over so I pulled over to the side of a busy road. I lifted my baggy black shirt with my right hand and then gasped loudly, my insides jumping to the surprise that was under my shirt.

I stared at my now rounded, bruised and pale stomach.

I touched it, feeling my stomach twist and turn—and a nudge? Not exactly a nudge, more like a punch or a kick... soon feeling another. They were the same kicks and punches I've been feeling, just now I was really starting to get concerned… and confused, so confused as I stared at my use to be thin stomach.

"What the…?" I trailed off, rubbing my stomach.

I rolled down the elastic waist band of my sweats away from my round stomach making me feel a little comfortable than I was feeling before. I still wondered what the hell was happening to me.

This almost looks like the stomach of someone pregnant...

I laughed with no humor coloring in.

This must be some sort of... infection. A pregnant stomach doesn't look so bruised, so… unhealthy and sure as hell doesn't get big this fast. Also nudges aren't supposed to be so painful... I don't think. God, there has to be something wrong. Something is wrong with me... this could be deadly.

I just stared at my round stomach some more with disbelief while my insides continued to twist and turn. I felt even more unknown movements in my stomach that made me grow even more worried, but I then decided I needed to keep moving.

Back on the road, my insides would still twist and I felt starving and thirsty. I felt more punches, not as painful as the last ones, still painful though.

I glanced at the speedometer, glad to find that I was only going one mile over the speed limit.

After driving on highway 104 for some time I noticed a hospital on the left hand side. I lightly taped on the breaks, debating whether I should go or not. I didn't plan on going to the hospital… But I did just discover something being wrong with me, something very wrong.

I should keep going… or maybe I shouldn't. I should at least get it checked out and then I will leave right away. Maybe this is some sort of infection that someone needs to look at. Hopefully a doctor can give me some sort of medicine for me to take and I'll be fine.

I swerved in the left lane and pulled into the hospital. I went ahead and parked.

After I cut off the engine I climbed out of the car and locked up. My legs felt rubbery. I felt like I gained at least fifteen pounds so I was now suddenly anxious, wondering what could be wrong with me and why me? Why when I'm running away for my life that something like this happens to me?

I never knew I could have so many bad things happen to me in a matter of time. It's almost as if danger has been following me lately which is strange because I'm usually such a lucky person, not many bad things happening to me...

I decided to change into some decent looking clothes. At least the shirt. I probably look like crap.

My black suit case was filled with clothes. I unlocked the car then decided to unzip my suitcase for the first time. I randomly grabbed a shirt that was easiest to snatch and then zipped the suit case back up. I climbed in the back seat and changed into the dark blue sweater—thanking Adam mentally for tinting my windows but I don't think it would have stopped me from changing anyway.

Again, I locked the car back up and headed towards the entrance.

Adam came to mind and I felt anxious to call him. He's probably worried. Surely someone found out that I was gone, that a lot of my stuff is packed away. They will probably assume that I ran away which I did. Will they think it was because I hated my life, my friends... and my family?

My eyes watered but I didn't dare let the tears water over.

I realized I was in the emergency section right before walking through the entrance as another punch brought my attention back to my stomach.

Inside was crowded.

This might be a long wait…

I placed both hands on my stomach absentmindedly.

There were three separate counters and they all were full and I was in too much of a hurry to wait. It was pretty busy in here. I decided to walk down the wide, white tiled hallway and then spotted another counter that was empty. I hurried over the fastest I could go, feeling drowsy and weak.

There were all different faces staring me down, but I paid no mind. I don't care what people think. They can stare all they want.

The lady behind the counter with short blonde hair was on the phone until she saw me walking towards her and her face twisted with alarm as she spoke in a low tone before handing up the phone.

I stopped at the front of the desk and she spoke instantly.

"Hello…" She tried peering over the desk to take another look at me. "May I help you?"

"Some—something is wrong." I stuttered. "I-I just need to be looked at quickly and be on my way."

"Someone will be with you right away." She gave me a worried look and then snatched up the phone and dialed quickly while I traced my fingers on the caramel colored counter top.

This can't take long. I won't allow it to. I need to get a move on.

Now that I come to think of it, mom and dad might be home from their trip by now which means everyone knows I'm gone.

My heart slowly broke apart, thinking how they must feel to find out I'm gone. The possibility of them thinking I don't care about them breaks me. The fact I may never see them again hurts me even more. My life will never be the same. If I somehow do get away from him—I shuddered—I don't know how I'll be able to start my life from scratch.

I was pulled out of my train of thoughts when realizing someone talking beside me. I turned my head to find a doctor next to me and I was just awed by his beauty... he's perfect. I couldn't pinpoint a flaw on him. And his voice was just as perfect, musical and just absolutely perfect.

"Positive." He breathed, a smile placed on his beautiful face.

"Go with Dr. Cullen, dear. He will care for you properly." I heard the lady speak and I just nodded with my eyes still on the doctor.

Dr. Cullen moved his eyes on me with a smile. I moved my lips slowly upward to smile back and was slightly successful. His pretty honey colored eyes went perfect with his blonde almost golden hair and he was pale like everyone else I saw here, except a different kind of pale. I couldn't get over how perfect his face was though. Could he really be a doctor? He could be a model and make just as much, probably more!

I felt a hand being placed on my back and I realized it was Dr. Cullen. "Come on let's take a look at you."

I followed by his side as I kept looking up at him. I sometimes looked away to watch my steps—though I was never a clumsy person, but I just didn't trust myself in the state my mind has been lately. I felt almost crazy and light headed these days.

I slightly tilted my head up to look up at him and for some reason I had a chill run up my spin as something told me I should leave. Something hit the inside of my stomach roughly. It wasn't too bad to where I winced... it was just very uncomfortable.

"What's your name?" The musical voice asked.

I swallowed before answering, "Madelyn Sitwell."

Dr. Cullen pulled his hand away from my back and then opened the door, gesturing for me to go before him so I stepped into the small, cozy office that made me suddenly tired.

I heard the office door close shut behind me and I went to go sit down right away as I let out a sigh.

The brown leather chair felt extremely comfortable compared to my Mustang's seats.

I shouldn't be here long so I shouldn't get too cozy. But I couldn't suppress the urge to close my eyes so they slowly closed shut.

"So it's absolutely clear that you're pregnant."

What?

My heart stopped the same time I opened my eyes. "For sure? Aren't you going to run tests?"

"Yes," He nodded, watching me carefully. "Of course I will... but I need to talk with you first."

I rested my head back on the seat, my heart starting to go back to normal. "Okay about…?"

"Well, when has your last period taken place?" He asked.

I thought about that for a moment...

"I don't know." I muttered.

"Six months?" He guessed.

I shook my head. "Defiantly not that long ago."

"Three?" He continued.

"You're way off." I opened my eyes, holding in the urge to laugh. Does he really think I'm pregnant? I thought about his question though… "I think more than three weeks ago—guessing."

"You are well aware that you look about six months pregnant," He stated and then asked, "Aren't you?"

I can't be pregnant. Shouldn't he run tests first? I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

He obviously doesn't know what he's talking about. Something isn't right. I'm not pregnant. It's some type of infection, or something. It has to be...

"Can I talk to someone else?" I asked. "Preferably a woman?"

"Madelyn," His beautiful voice spoke softly. "Please work with me. I can help you."

I smiled. "You seem nice, just I would rather talk to someone else about this... nothing against you."

"Do you know who the father is?" He asked and I held the urge to storm out. "What's his name?"

I felt the corners of my mouth turn downward. "Okay you're now getting too personal."

"Please. Let me help." He begged.

Something then came to me. Could this have something to do with what recently happened to me? He did something to me, didn't he? Him. A few weeks ago… This has something to do with it. I probably have something terribly wrong with me because of him. He ruined my life and I'm probably going to be some type of experiment to whatever is wrong.

I got up out of my seat. "Thanks for your time—but I should go."

A second later the doctor was now in front of me as I now was getting confused. I didn't know what to think, but I was now under the impression that he wanted to keep me here. He must know there is something not normal and he now wants to run tests... NO!

He smiled as I just stared at him and stuttered. "Y-you—can't keep me here." My heart raced, frightened. "I want to go please."

He sighed. "You need me to help you and only me for your own good."

"No!" I shouted, terrified—he knows something isn't right. "What I need is for you to let me walk out of here!—I would rather talk to someone else, a woman!"

I don't want anyone talking to me. I would trick him to thinking I want to speak to woman and then when he's on his way to get someone else I will make my escape while I can.

"Neither Woman nor man will understand. You need me." Dr. Cullen spoke, his face features relaxed.

I forced a laugh. "Don't act like you know so much!" My voice got louder causing my throat to burn, "You don't understand at all!"

I attempted to storm out and slam his office door shut, but as I tried to make my way past him something cold wrapped around me and I then realized it was his ice cold hand.

I sucked in a breath as the memories flooded my brain. I looked directly into his honey colored eyes while my heart raced quicker in my chest and I was now as still as a statue.

Terrified, I was only terrified. I know there isn't anything I can do now once in the presents of one of them. There is no way out. I ran far away from home to only lead to this, to running into another of their kind. I felt ready to cry. I wanted my life to be over.

His ice cold hand griped my arm a little tighter as our eyes never left one another and he said, "As a matter of fact I understand more than you think."

My whole body stiffened.

I wanted to die.