Stolen

By: Skyela Rickman-Walters

Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own any of the Twilight Saga. It belongs to Stephenie Meyer. They only thing I own is the story plot and a few original characters I have created.

A/n: This story takes place during New Moon, after Bella had her motorcycle accident and had to get seven stitches. She is on her way to hang out with Jacob.

Chapter 1: Missing

February 1st, 2006

3:24 pm

My foot pushed on the pedal as I anxiously anticipated hearing his sweet velvety voice again. The clouds were gray today, and rain drizzled habitually from the heavens, making the roads a little slippery. I had thought all week about how I was going to obtain my adrenaline rush this time, ranging from running wilding into the woods by myself or deciding to play chicken with a logging truck while riding my bike. Finally, earlier this afternoon while sitting in my English class pretending to listen to a lecture on Herman Melville, I decided that whatever it was that I would do, would have to be something unpredictable. A spur of the moment kind of thing. There were just too many things that I could do, making it nearly impossible to pick just one, because the next thing was always better than the first. I didn't have a death wish; I just wanted a piece of bliss, a dreamless night…to hear him.

As La Push came closer, the buildings started to become scarcer. I breathed a sigh, trying to muddle past my boredom and my racing thoughts just as a loud ka-clunk rattled underneath the hood of my truck.

I cursed under my breath, and pulled into the breakdown lane as my truck hissed angrily, the rattling noise from under the hood never ceasing, the service light coming on, mocking me. Once my vehicle came to a stop, I grumbled to myself, wondering why this had to happen now, when I was so close from being able to hear him, to listen to his worried, yet furious voice that sent tiny shivers down my spine as I road recklessly with Jacob by my side. Hitting my head lightly on the steering wheel in frustration, I tossed my cell phone onto the passenger seat and popped the hood before climbing out of the truck.

White smoke was slowly billowing out from underneath the hood and I knew immediately that I was stuck. It's okay, Bella, I told myself as I placed my hands on the hood ditheringly, just look at the engine and call Jacob. He'll fix your truck for you.

I knew I should probably call Jacob first, since I really didn't really know much about engines in the first place, but I figured if it was something simple as low oil or no antifreeze or maybe even running out of gas, I could at least let Jacob know what had happened. I cracked open the engine only to be blasted in the face by a rush of smoke. I coughed, waving my hand hopelessly trying to push away the smog. I began to fiddle around with the dipstick, trying to check if I was low on oil, when I heard the sound of a car pulling up a few feet behind my truck. A velvet growl filled ears, echoing wonderfully through my mind. I clutched the side of the truck, slowly inserting the dipstick back in, my heart pounding at the marvelous sound of velvet. A door slammed and then I could hear the crunching of shoe against gravel as slow, leery footsteps made their way towards me.

"Do ya need any help, miss?"

I looked up to see a tall, burly man standing there. He was very tall and very big, reminding me a lot of Emmett, except for the shaggy graying beard that covered his large chin. On his head, he wore an orange hunting cap and over his great torso, he wore an old flannel shirt with overalls. I watched him, gazing at his leathery face, trying to size him up before speaking.

"Uh, yeah…I seemed to have broken down," I mumbled, stepping aside to let him take a look. The man trudged over to me and peered into the engine. He fiddled with a few things, thumbed over the crankshaft and chuckled a bit.

"What's a pretty lady like yerself, riding around in a great truck like this?" he asked, looking up at me out of the corner of his eye, raising one of his bushy eyebrows.

"Uh, a friend of mine gave it to me. My-my dad bought it off his dad."

"Ah." The man went back to looking for a bit before straightening back up. "Look's as if the engine seized without cause, there. Do yer have anyone ya can call?"

"Yeah, yeah I do. Just let me get my cell phone out of the cab…Thanks for stopping, it was awfully nice of you," I told him earnestly, turning away to get my cell from the truck. I heard the man chuckle as I pulled open the door, and the velvet growl rumbled through my head again, causing me to tense up as I reached for my phone.

"Ya know, pretty lady, you shouldn't always take help from strangers, there. Someone as pretty as yerself might get into a bit of trouble."

I froze, my hand inches away from my cell phone; every cell in my being burned with fear as something in the man's voice triggered intense apprehensiveness. The honey sweet voice screamed in my head. "Bella! Get in your truck and lock the door!"

My reaction time was horribly off; I could see the burly man to my left, smiling at me with an eerie smile that would haunt me for the rest of my life as I tried to crawl back into my truck, when a hand flew over my mouth, pulling me out of the cab and into something hard. I screamed, but it did no good, seeing as it was muffled and soundless. Something sharp pressed against my throat as hot breath breathed into my ear.

"Make any sound, any at all, and you die," the rough voice whispered, pulling me violently around the front of my truck, with its trunk still open. I struggled a bit, trying to hit him with my free hands, but he slapped them away, causing them to burn in reply. "You fight, sweetheart, it's gonna be a whole lot worst…" he whispered, hoisting me up off my feet, his arm wrapped tightly around my stomach. I kicked my legs relentlessly and something sharp sliced my neck. I gasped and fell limp in the man's arms, fear getting the better of me and watched as the burly man pulled open the sliding door to their black van.

The man threw me down forcefully on the floor of the van. No seats inhabited the back, just a metal floor, some empty bags of potato chips and soda cans, rope and an off white pillow case. The van smelled like smoke and alcohol, causing me to choke.

"Shh!" the man whispered, shaking me hard before grabbing me wrists pulling me towards him, so tying he could tie me hands tightly with the rope. Why me, why me, why me? I wondered, tears burning my eyes as Edward's velvet voice told me to be calm and do what I was told. Uncontrollable thoughts zoomed around in my mind, so many thoughts it was hard to think just one alone. The man proceeded to tie the longer strand of rope that was attached to my hands underneath the seat so that I was hunched over and uncomfortable.

"Shut your eyes," he demanded, and I could hear the sound of tape ripping. My tears were irrepressible now, sobs rippled through my chest and upper back roughly as I tried to suppress them, wanting desperately to obey the man who held my life in his hands.

"P-p-please don't h-hurt me," I stammered weakly, my entire body shaking in fright as I obediently shut my eyelids. The man laughed softly, his callused fingers grazing my cheek, causing me to shudder uncontrollable.

"If you do what you're told, we won't harm a hair on your pretty head," he whispered insidiously. "What's your name?"

"I-Isabella Swan." Surprisingly, my voice came out calm, unrivetting to my ears.

"Ah," the man said, sounding mildly excited as he placed what I assumed to be tape over my eyelids. "The police chief's daughter…how fascinating…"

Tape was place over my mouth; I yearned to scream, but terror had seized my throat, choking me into a weeping silence. I felt useless…all there was left for me to do was cry. Why didn't I just call Jacob? I should have just stayed in the car, stayed put, and called for help. These men would have just driven on their way, without intent to stop if I hadn't been out side…

A sack of some sort was pulled over my head and tied around my neck. It was loose enough more me to be able to breath, but felt tight and unwanted around my neck. I sniffled as the van door slammed shut. The wait seemed forever until I knew for sure the men were back in the van, starting the van back to life.

"Let's get out of here, Roland," the man who had restrained me told the burly man. "Before Izzy's daddy knows who took his daughter…"

Resentment burned towards the man's tone of voice. Taunting, teasing…and he had called me 'Izzy', a name I had hated since elementary school.

"Yeah, boss," the burly man named Roland said obediently, gunning the van quickly, knocking me on my side, causing me to grunt as a sharp pain rushed up my left side. The men laughed at me and I cried harder….Needing somebody to blame for this besides my own stupidity, I blamed Edward. If he were still here with me in Forks, I would most certainly not be in this predicament right now…

Damn him for moving on with out me…

***

Later that day

6:05pm

Almost three hours missing

Charlie's POV

I grabbed the phone and dialed Billy Black's phone number. On the third ring, the person I wished to speak to picked up.

"Hello?" Jacob asked, his voice jubilant and expecting.

"Hey, Jake, it's Charlie!" I said, sitting down at the kitchen table and fiddling with some leftovers I had pulled out for myself. "Say, I was wondering if Bella was going to come home for dinner or if she was going to stay up your way. I don't mind if she wants to stay for dinner up at your place, I'll just-"

"Uh, Charlie, Bella never came over today." Jacob's voice had changed now, from excited to apprehensive as easily as day and night.

"She didn't?" I was nervous too; it wasn't like Bella to change plans so quickly without telling anybody, especially when it involved Jacob. Those two were inseparable nowadays since that Cullen kid left.

"No, I thought she changed her mind. I found it kinda funny that she never called me though…she all right?" I could hear Billy ask Jake if everything was okay in the back ground. If Billy was able to physically see the worry in Jake's face, then I knew something was very wrong. Where is Bella and why hasn't she come home yet? Is she hurt or in trouble? A knock at the door jolted me out of my thoughts and sent a nervous tingle down into the pit of my stomach.

"Just a second, Jake, there's someone at the door. I'll put you down." Without waiting for his reply, I place the phone down on the table, tossed aside the now, non-appetizing leftovers and preceded to the door. I opened it to find two of my men standing at my doorstep. If I didn't know how to keep my composure as a police officer, then as any parent would have in this situation, I would have been quite irrational.

"Brayley, O'Donnell," I said in grim greeting, nodding to them. O' Donnell, who was an older cop, looked over at the younger Brayley, pushing him forward. Brayley was new to our department and fresh out of the police academy.

"Good evening, Chief Swan. We were wondering if we could…come in?" Brayley asked, his voice calm, even. I staggered aside to let them in, butterflies feathering around in my stomach wildly. I swallowed hard, feeling as nauseated as I had been in October, when Bella had been lost in the woods. I followed my men in to the living room, offering them seats, not trying to rush them, but trying to maintain my personal calm.

"Well?" I asked once we settled ourselves in the living room.

"Sir. Have you seen your daughter at all this afternoon?" Brayley began, and I knew right away that something was very, very wrong.

"No-I saw her this morning before I went to the station. She was getting ready for school like she normally does grabbing some cereal and finishing up some Calculus homework."

"Would she have any reason not to come home? Or to runaway or something like that?" O'Donnell cut in, giving Brayley a look as if to say, 'Come on boy, pick up the pace!'

"No!" I said defensively, wondering how in the world they would come to such a silly conclusion. Living in such a small town as this, it was a very rare occasion for us officers to be the bearer of bad news, but we were taught how to deliver it if need be. We, however, were not taught to receive it! As a parent, I felt horrible, wanting to know what they had found that would point to Bella possibly running away, but as a cop I understood that this was just as hard for them as it was for me. "Look, I know Bella and she wouldn't do something like that. She's mature for her age and-she's been a little down for a while since her boyfriend left…but she's been coming around pretty well. She just wouldn't up and run away!" I looked from O'Donnell to Brayley and sighed. "Please guys, don't do this to me. Just come out and say it! What did you find?"

"We found her truck down on route one-oh-one. Right before you enter La Push." Brayley said looking me square in the eye, his eyes pitying mine. "The hood was up, seems the engine had seized-"

"Is her truck still there?" I was making my way back towards the phone, grabbing my jacket.

"Yes sir, but-"

"No buts son. Take me to her truck." I brought the phone to my ear. "Jake-"

"I heard everything. We'll meet you there."

***

"So you are positive that she had no means to runaway?" O'Donnell asked me for the thousandth time. I snapped around from inspecting Bella's truck and glared at him, immediately feeling bad for my reaction.

"I am! I know my daughter! She would have called or…or something! She had no means to runaway!" I all but shouted. O'Donnell and I stared at each other menacingly for a brief moment before Brayley stepped in.

"Look, Chief, we both have kids-I have a two year old little girl, and I couldn't imagine myself to go through what you're going through right now. But you have to remain calm, and know that we're going to do everything we can to help find your daughter," Brayley said, his voice calm and even. I stared at him, suppressing the urge to hit him. How dare he come to the conclusion that Bella was gone? She had to be somewhere, anywhere, than not here in Forks.

"Charlie?" Jacob called from behind Bella's truck, his voice shocked, questioning-bothered. I pushed through my officers and followed Jake's voice, feeling nervous, uptight, sick…

Jacob was perched on the ground, flashlight in his hand, his face inches from the dirt. Billy sat by his side, looking grave and pensieve. Slowly, Jake looked up at me, his face perturbed and tense. I gulped as he crawled around the back side of Bella's truck, still staring hard at whatever he was looking at. It was so dark, the light of his flashlight made it nearly impossible for me to see what he was looking at. Jacob came around the front of the truck still staring at the ground, an unnatural horror brewing behind his warm eyes. He stared up at me and even in the black night, I could tell he was shaking, his eyes hard, cold…unbelievably sad.

"Bella got out of the truck to check her engine-someone in a heavy vehicle pulled up to help her. Someone else got out of the vehicle and stopped behind her…. She was standing here," Jake said pointing to the driver side, the door still wide open, the way Bella left it. Jake's voice was shaking in a way I had never heard before. It was unnatural for him to be so ashen faced. "Someone came up behind her here-you can see the dirt shift-there was a kind of scuffle up around the front of the truck. Then her footprints disappear-who ever stood behind her picked her up…" Jake's voice broke off slightly; he was unable to finish as he came back to where the van was parked. Tears painfully pricked my eyes as I watched Jake crumble…poor kid…

"Her footprints return right here," O'Donnell said, stopping by the heavy vehicle and staring at the ground, a gigantic spotlight flashlight illuminating the ground. I walked over, and saw, the indents of Bella's tiny feet among two other much larger footprints. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach.

"I'm willing to bet that the vehicle that was parked here, was a van of some sort," O'Donnell said, and I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my head.

Silence waited, leering at us all; the only thing that broke the silence was Jake's uneven breathing. Billy, foreseeing a potential breakdown, got Jake back into the truck, and promised to call in the morning before driving back into La Push. I stared in quiet, staring at ground, wondering how I was going to tell Renée. And Phil. Surely they had entrusted me to keep our daughter safe.

"Well, let's move boys. Let's file an Amber Alert, missing persons, something," I said gruffly, wiping away a stray tear. "I'll get Renée on the phone…"

"Sir, we can't do that just yet…" Brayley paused and I could hear the pain in his voice. I knew what he was going to say, a fit of rage ripped through my body."

"I know I can't be involved on this case! I know that! But we've got to move now if we want to find her!" Alive, I added unspoken.

"Charlie, it's not just that," O'Donnell said, clapping my shoulder roughly. I stared at him, speechless, understanding now as the blood rushed from my face. "We can't send out an Amber Alert…or file missing persons just yet. Isabella is eighteen sir. We have to wait at least twenty-four hours before doing so."

I stood, staring at him, anger ripping soundlessly through my chest. "I know my daughter!" I shouted, my voice breaking through the night and I knew that in La Push, they could probably hear me. "Please…I know she's not a runaway…I know she's-she's a victim…"

There was no use. As a man of duty, I knew that I would not be given the special treatment. We would be forced to wait at least twenty-four hours.

"Fine," I whispered. "I say she disappeared around three-thirty because she was obviously on her way to see Jacob. Can you meet me there?" I asked, my voice finally breaking, ripping.

"Yes." O'Donnell said softly, patting my back comfortingly.

"Alright," I whispered, grabbing my phone. "Please…I have to call my wife."

A/n: Alrighty, chapter one! The reason why Jake left the scene I hope, is obvious for those of you who have read New Moon. What do you think? Please read and review!!

Love,

Skye