A/N: Please don't kill me. I have had such an awful case of writer's block for this chapter. I'm truly sorry for the long wait. I really do hope this chapter makes up for it :) I also apologize for any spelling errors and grammatical mistakes. And, of course, I have to give a little shout out to Huuuuuuuge and vswimming12! Wouldn't have this done without you! Anyway, on to the story!

Disclaimer: *sigh*It's not mine.

BPOV

Alice Cullen

It was quiet. Alice was shaking so intensely, but you could tell she was trying to suppress her fear. She was white as a ghost. Finally, my brain caught up with what my eyes were seeing.

No! What is that idiotic girl doing? She has a whole life ahead of her! She can't go with him! No, no, no, no! It should be me! God, Alice is so selfless – too selfless. I won't allow her to go. I'll go.

"No!" My voice was hoarse from lack of use. The man was snapped out of his predatorily leer at Alice. His eyes darted over to me. If possible, his eyes became even darker with lust, desire, and evil. I didn't like it, but it was better on me than on Alice.

"Too bad, sugar-lips. As much as I would… love to have both of you, I only want her. And besides – she called dibs." His face was contorted into a satanic smirk. No, this is too much. If the situation wasn't so dire, I would have barfed.

Slowly – oh so slowly – the man started to make his way over to Alice. Oh God, no! He's going to take her! Without thinking about what I was doing, my feet started to quickly carry me over to Alice. Looking over to his right, the man caught sight of what I was doing and started to run towards Alice. I could only pray my clumsiness would hold off. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body slowly beginning to be covered in a thin sheet of sweat, my muscles straining as I pushed myself harder than I ever had. Everyone else was still standing shocked, watching me and the man sprint toward Alice. And Alice ... Alice just stood there shaking like a leaf. The man and I were neck and neck.

Only twenty feet.

Ten.

Five.

Diving, I was able to push Alice out of harm's way, but not before the man's tan hand grabbed my hair and pulled it back roughly. Tears prickled at my eyes when I felt the painful tugging as some hairs escaped. Roughly, the man put me in a choke-hold. I felt his heart beating erratically through his muscled chest and thin shirt. He was warm too. Hot almost. There was a chorus of my peers shouting, "Bella!" as I was in the man's captivity. The one that stood out the most was Alice's heart-wrenching wail as she had to watch her best friend in the arms of a deadly stranger.

The man pulled my hair, making me look up. I had to bite my lip to repress a whimper of pain. The stench of alcohol fanned over my face as he sighed. The barrel of the gun was like ice against my temple.

"You stupid, stupid, stupid girl." The man had an expression of sorrow, and for a minute, he actually looked genuinely sad that I sacrificed myself in Alice's place. But then I saw the evil glint in his eye, and I knew it was all a hoax.

"You couldn't just let me take your friend, now, could you? No, you had to be the hero," He sneered. "You couldn't just let me take what I want and let me be on my way? I've waited so long for this, and you're not going to screw it up with your little, obnoxious, heroic acts! You scrawny, little brat will not get in my way."

Scanning the gym, the man looked at everyone's distraught, shaking forms. Many were seeking reassurance in each other's presence, while others were quietly and nosily crying to themselves. Angela was quietly sobbing into Ben's neck while tears ran down his face. Mike was holding a shell-shocked Lauren and a paler-than-myself Jessica (an incredible feat I may add). Alice was standing by herself. Her green eyes were red-rimmed and opened wide, pleading with me to come back over to where it was safe. But I couldn't do that.

I could feel my own tears steadily running down my face. No. I mustn't show my fear. I have to stay strong, if not for myself, then for everyone else. If I am taken, they must know that I'll be strong, and they shouldn't worry over someone useless as me. Slowly, my tears started to subside. Feeling more determined now, I looked the man in the eyes.

"I won't let you take anyone else. Just take me." His face became amused.

"Oh? And what are you going to do about it?"

"My father is Chief of Police. He'll find you and take care of you. He won't let you get away with this!" I shrieked.

"And tell me little girl, how, exactly, will he find me?"

"He'll get your description from everyone here, and he'll get your finger prints off of something." I was clutching at straws, and by the look on his face, he knew too.

"Really? 'Cause I don't think he will."

"Charlie will." Was all I could mumble. An emotion suddenly swept over his features… recognition, maybe? It was gone too quickly for me to be sure. Instead, in its place, was a smile.

"Charlie? As in Charlie Swan? Oi! You're his daughter ain't you? Isabella Swan! Oh, this makes things even more interesting. And I'll tell you right now, when Charlie hears about who took you, he isn't going to do a thing to stop me." He said with a victorious smirk. Wait… what does he mean "isn't going to do a thing?" That threw me off.

"Wh-wh-what do you mean? He's my dad! Of course he is going to do something about it. And how do you know my name…?" Now this is even creepier.

"I know people." Was all he said with a smile. He raked his eyes over me. "Hmm. I guess you'll have to do." With that he started to drag me towards the door. The kids in my class started to call my name again. Spinning around and dragging me with him, the man looked at everyone else again. His face became red as his upper lip went over his teeth. Seething, he screamed at my friends. "If you all don't shut up, I'll kill her!" As if to prove his point, he tightened his grip around my neck cutting off my air supply. I was on my tippy-toes. Scratching wildly at his arms, I tried to breathe. His grip was too tight; I was beginning to see spots. Seeing me struggle to breathe, the class immediately hushed. My vision became blurred. Finally, content with the room's quietness (with the exception of my wild gripping and whimpers), the man loosened his grip on me. Letting out a sigh of relief when I felt my lungs fill up with fresh oxygen, I looked as well as I could at the man. He had his gun swinging wildly around the room. With his gun still zipping back and forth, he once again dragged me to the gym door passing an awkwardly sprawled out and still unconscious Coach Clapp. Before he slammed the old gym door, I chanced a fleeting glance over my shoulder just to see Alice fall to her knees sobbing into her hands.

The slam of the door rang out like a gun's final shot in the quiet hallway. The man dragged me down the hallway and past two classrooms. Just as we were about to turn the corner to go down the main hallway, we were stopped by a voice piercing through the quietness.

"Bella! Stop! What are you doing?" Whipping around, the man pointed his gun at Mr. Banner who had his hand out, mouth agape, and his glasses were askew. Like a knife to the heart, a shot rang out. Gasping, I watched helplessly as Mr. Banner fell back in a scream of agony clutching his shoulder. His white shirt was now stained with red clustered around his shoulder. The tears were flowing freely down my face again. Oh god, Mr. Banner got shot because of me! I have to get this crazy man out of here before anyone else gets hurts! The man's chest shook as he laughed and then it started to vibrate. If he said anything, I didn't hear him. The gun shot kept echoing out in my head deafening me. Mr. Banner was slouched now against a row of lockers with an expression of pure pain on his face. Writhing on the ground, his blood covered his hands as he applied pressure to the bullet wound. My heart dropped even more when my eyes darted around the hallway looking for help that I knew wasn't here. Emmett was staring wide eyed at Mr. Banner from the classroom right across from him. As if feeling my eyes on him, he looked over to his right where I was being held. His jaw dropped and his face became paler and eyes wider. His mouth formed the word 'Bella'. At my name I started to sob. A sharp pain came from my ribs and I let out a scream from the pain and the surprise. Seething, the man hissed in my ear.

"I would stop crying if I were you. We wouldn't want a repeat of what happened to your teacher of there, now would we?"

The whole time the man talked to me, I kept my eyes on Emmett. His expression went from horror, to pain, to helplessness, and then stopped on angry. No not angry, that's an understatement. His face was downright murderous. Banging against (almost attacking) the window he started shouting "no". Although his voice was muffled from the door and its window, it rang out clear-as-day to me. He tried to open the door with tears cascading down his face, but it was locked shut. I could feel the man laughing behind me at Emmett's feeble attempts to reach me.

After about five seconds of Emmett's struggle another student came up to extract him from the door, or to see what he was screaming about; I couldn't tell. Emmett began struggling with the student as he still tried to fight his way to, and through, the door. The poor student was obviously well built, but wasn't strong enough to fight of Emmett. His bronze hair was all over the place from the struggle.

Wait – bronze?

No! Whether I said it out loud or not, the man stopped laughing. Edward finally looked out the door's window to see what caused Emmett to freak out. His soul-piercing green eyes locked with my brown. I forgot about everything; Emmett's desperate attempts to get to me, the man's gun that was currently against my temple again and his arms that had me trapped in a choke-hold, Alice and the rest of my class still in the gym with an unconscious Coach Clapp, Mr. Banner with a gun wound in his left shoulder, and how the cops are still not here. All that mattered was Edward. The world stopped and all of my attention was on Edward. Cliché, I know, but true. If anything mattered to me about what happened after I was taken, was Edward's happiness. He didn't deserve to suffer from my… incident. I just wish I could make him happy. I tried to for the past twelve years, but now it was impossible. I felt my lips form his name as a single tear slipped down his face. Then suddenly, blind by panic and anguish, Edward started to copy his brother's actions. The two brothers tried to knock down the door together, but were failing. Each of their screams caused me more pain than what any bullet from my captor's gun could ever cause. Laughing with malevolence, the man dragged me down the hall again. After what felt like hours watching Emmett and Edward, they escaped my sight when we turned to the corner. We just had to go past the main office and then we would be outside. Away from everyone. Away from people who I may never see again.

What am I doing? Come on Bella! You took karate class – albeit only for two years – and you're the daughter of the town's Chief of Police! Fight back! When we were right in front of the main office and five yards away from the front doors, I started to struggle in his grasp. The man responded by tightening his grip on me again. I started to wildly kick and punch anywhere at the man. The man lifted me off my feet and I couldn't breathe again. I felt my face turn red at the lack of oxygen. When my ear was at his mouth, the man whispered in it.

"I'll tell you one more time; stop. Now. Or I will kill you. Right here. Right now. But if you do stop, I'll make sure your stay with me is the most… pleasurable." Laughing again, the man set me back down on my feet.

What felt like the hundredth time in the past, I don't know, thirty minutes, I was forcibly dragged away from safety. Leaning back into it, the main doors opened letting in the cold air which gave me goose bumps as it licked at my pale skin. Looking at the clear sky, the man sucked in a big breath and let it out slowly. Figures; the one day it's nice out in Forks, Washington, is the day my life gets turned upside down for the worst. Jut my luck. The man half walked, half dragged me over to a white van that had no windows.

The door slid open with a squeak revealing the back. There were handcuffs hanging from the roof and knife on the floor. Finally the man released me from the choke-hold but then threw me in the back as if I weighed nothing. I landed with a thud and hit my head against the van's side making me see stars for a second. The metal was cold under my bare flesh. Putting one foot inside the van, the man leered over at me.

"You're going to love it were I take you. I promise." He said with a smirk and a wink. Just as he was about to slam the van's door shut, I called out to him.

"Wait!" My voice was sore and almost gone from his constant tight grip on my throat. Stopping, the man looked at me with one eye brow raised expectantly.

"What?"

Taking a deep breath, I answered.

"J – Just… tell me one thing – you at least owe me that. I mean you did take me from my family, friends, and home, and are currently taking me to an unknown place that will most likely be the end of me, and – "

"What do you want?" The man's scream cut off my nervous rambling.

"… What's your name?" He studied my face intently at my question. Seeming to find an answer, he climbed into the van until he was three inches away from my face.

"Jacob Black." He said and then his uncomfortably warm hands grabbed my head and hit it against the side of the van making me see black.

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