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Hunt the Wabbit

BPOV

Water needled down onto my shoulders and I felt the last of the tension drift out of my body. Finally my bones began to feel less chilled from the soaking I received from the vicious driving rain that I had to walk through. Wrapping myself in a towel I walked through to my room. Bits of bed and flowers still littered the floor, careful not to stand on any stray thorns in my bare feet I pulled on some clothes and looked around. It was going to take forever to sort through the mess.

At least this way I get a new bed. I've wanted a new bed for months. Edward going Chuck Norris on its ass is perhaps not the best way to get one but there is a positive side to anything if you look hard enough. Rain lashed across the closed window. It's definitely going to be locked at all times from now on. I always used to think that being on the first floor I was completely safe. I would always leave my window open. I'm the Chief of Police's daughter for Christ sake. You had to have a death wish to climb in uninvited.

I hate that suddenly my safety was an issue. I'd never felt so vulnerable in my whole life. Quickly I became anxious that I had made this journey alone. It was stupid of me to refuse Edward's offer to come with me. To refuse everyone with my overly confident swagger and flippant disregard of their worry.

A shiver flew up my spine and I quickly pulled on a pair of woolly socks.

I was a true moron of epic proportions.

I was getting spooked and that was stupid. Shaking my head and rolling my eyes I let out a deep breath of annoyance and hurried down the stairs, thankful that I had locked the door behind me. The house was eerily silent. For some reason my heart rate increased and I couldn't calm it. I was like a dog sensing an earthquake.

Something was wrong.

I picked up the phone and hurriedly stabbed in Edward's number desperate to hear his dulcet tones through the phone line. Only there was nothing. The rational part of my brain tried to tell me that the lines were down. It was blowing a gale outside so something must have done down. The hugely irrational and self preserving part of my brain started to scream. Grabbing my keys and phone charger I yanked open the door and ran directly into a man's chest.

"Ooof." I staggered back trying desperately to not lose my balance, arms wind milling at my sides. Strong hands reached out to steady me.

"Sorry Miss Swan. Your Dad asked me to check on you." My eyes swept across the police uniform and badge, noting the police car sitting on the street. His face was covered by the hat pulled down tightly across his head to stop it blowing off in the wind. Glancing behind him I saw Newton's car blocking my truck in the drive.

"Great." I huffed.

"Sorry?" His head shook slightly with confusion.

"Him." I pointed. "Blocking my truck in. I need to get it out."

"There's no one in that car miss, I checked before I came to the door."

"Well that's just brilliant isn't it?" I asked him rhetorically. Smiling at my frustration he lifted his head and looked me in the eye.

Run.

My head was screaming at me to run.

Run as fast and as hard as I could.

My eyes widened in shock before I could control the impulse and he saw it. The smile on his face turned cruel and mocking as I spun away from him. He was blocking the front exit but I just had to get to the back door and disappear into the trees. As useless an athlete that I normally am the adrenaline coursing through my body made me even more inept. I crashed against the wall and jarred my hip against the kitchen table as I ran through the house. Fully aware that he was, at most, 20 seconds behind me.

My hands stretched out in front of me to touch the lock of the door, the key was sitting in it already and I turned it as quickly as I could whilst the other hand yanked down on the handle. My elbow swung back violently with the force of my actions and connected with his stomach. Cursing behind me he reached out his hand and pulled on my arm sending me spinning into the door. Blood filled my mouth as I reeled stunned from the impact of my face with the door.

I could see the trees. I just had to get to the trees. My eyes were blurring and stinging with angry tears. Slipping my arms out of his grasp as he tried to gather his breath I ran again, determined to get to the end of the garden.

Why hadn't I brought the bag Charlie gave me?

Stupid.

Boots hit the ground as I ran like a toddler across the wet grass. Wind and rain pounded onto my face, plastering my hair across my eyes. Approaching the small fence that marked the boundary of the garden I braced myself to launch across it and be swallowed into the black safety it would afford.

I knew these woods like the back of my hand now. Once inside there I would be able to escape and double back round to the police station. Whose uniform is he wearing? The realisation that someone could have been hurt for him to get it made me hesitate and look over my shoulder.

We locked eyes, his blank blue ones against my frantic brown, both of us wearing a sneer. It was the second that made all the difference, he threw his body against mine bringing me down to the soggy ground. With a scream I fell under him. Vomit forced its way up through my throat as my leg refused to follow the trajectory of the rest of my body and the pain shot through me.

His weight had me pinned to the grass and I looked desperately around to find a window with a light on at the neighbours.

Nothing. Every window was black except the ones in my house. The door standing wide open taunting me with the illusion of warmth and safety and somewhere to retreat to.

Finally finding focus after the initial pain from my leg subsided I began to struggle. My fists beating ineffectually against his solid chest as I tried desperately to get away. Not that I could run anymore thanks to the insistent pulsing pain running up and down my right leg.

"Don't struggle Bella." He addressed my ear, his face only an inch away from touching my skin.

"Get off you me you giant fucktard." I screamed, no longer capable of thinking of a better insult. His gentle laugh clashed fiercely against the determined look on his face I could see now that he had pulled away from my own slightly.

"How about this?" He began like we were old friends having a jokey argument about the last slice of pizza. "You stop struggling and I won't kill your friend Alice."

"I will kill you if you touch anyone I love." I hissed out between gritted teeth, my jaw clenched so tightly that it felt like it would break.

"Not good enough for you?" He pursed his lips out a little and thought for a second. "How about I let Alice live and only maim Rosalie then? She could do with learning that life isn't quite as sweet when you don't have your looks to open doors."

My heart beat rapidly in my chest as tears streamed down my face.

"Don't have a response to that little offer?" He looked down at me curiously, watching the tears burst away from the confines of my eyes. His face edged ever closer as he watched fascinated by my frustration and anger. For the second time that day an unwelcome tongue stroked across my cheek, I snapped out with my teeth trying to hurt him to get him to let me go. "Mmm, salty. Now now. Disappointing. I think we will have to rework our "who won't be killed" deal."

"Edward." I whispered, unaware I was even doing it.

"No deal. He is definitely not up for negotiation." Gripping my wrists in his hands he crouched in front of me, his movement feline and threatening. He stood slowly, pulling me to my feet like it was the most normal thing in the world to him. I cried out with pain when I tried to put weight onto my right leg. He cocked his head and frowned a little. "Did I do that?"

His concern was genuine and laughable. Staring at him like he was a sociopath I responded with as much venom as I could muster.

"I think when you tackled me to the fucking ground you almost broke my leg."

"Almost? Huh. The night isn't over yet."

With that he yanked me forward towards god knows what.

EPOV

Throb.

Throb throb.

Throb throb throb.

"Fucking ow."

I was shocked by the sudden break in silence until I realised it was me that had spoken. I went to run my hand across the aching point on my skull but didn't get very far because the fucker had bound my wrists. And my ankles.

I was trussed up like a pig about to be spit roast.

I wasn't going to let that happen.

James had shocked the shit right out of me. I hadn't seen him since the night I went back to collect my pathetic amount of stuff from the Cope's house. When the wound that he gave me on my back was still raw and sore. Mrs Cope sat him downstairs as I threw clothes and books into a duffle bag. Carlisle and Esme sat patiently waiting for me, making polite but cold small talk with them until I reappeared dragging my bag behind me.

James had sat sneering at us all, another spark of life dying out in his eyes.

Shit.

What the fuck was going on here?

Other noises began to claw through my fuzzy head, I became aware of muffled shouts from across the room. My mouth wasn't covered with anything. Peering through the darkness I could make out Esme shifting on one of the sofas. Why hadn't he moved us? The others would be back soon. Perhaps he's so deranged that he doesn't care?

Maybe that's what he is waiting for.

Where's Bella?

"Bella!" I roared out, ripping my throat with the force. "Bella!"

Nothing.

I hauled myself across the room on my elbows to get to Esme and the others. I don't know what James has been up to these intervening years but whatever it was didn't involve studying home invasion 101. My hands were bound in front of my body, making it easy for me to pull away the tape covering Esme's mouth.

"Are you ok?" Was the first thing she whispered.

"Never mind me, are you ok?"

"I'll be fine once we are all safe. The man, Edward, is that the boy who...?"

"Stabbed me." I finished her sentence. "Yeah."

"What does he want?" I slid over to Rosalie and Alice, both lying still on the sofa opposite.

"To finish the job?" I mumbled without humour. "I don't know. These two will be fine. He has Bella." I told her.

"Are you sure?"

"It's pretty fucking concrete at this point Esme." My teeth found purchase on the tape around my wrists and I started pulling at it like a rabid dog to get my hands free.

"What are we going to do?"

"I'm going to try to get you free and I want you to get help. Get Charlie."

A door opened quietly above us, feet lightly landing on the steps as if the person didn't have a care in the world. My hands still weren't free and I was running out of time. The sound of ripping tape filled the room and the footsteps paused momentarily before he launched down the remaining steps and landed solidly on the floor.

"Tsk tsk Edward. Trying to free yourself? I'm disappointed in you."

"Fuck off." I mumbled through a mouthful of tape, my eyes never leaving his face, still fighting to get my hands unbound. His eyes widened in amusement and he casually walked towards me.

"Anymore off that and I'll start giving you incentive to behave." He walked past me and stroked a finger down Esme's cheek making her flinch away in disgust.

"You lay a finger on me again and you'll lose it." She hissed, proud and fierce.

"What is it with the women in your life threatening me? Honestly." He threw his hands up in exasperation. "First your lovely Bella, now your lovely mother."

Bella.

Where was she?

"You do realise that my other son and husband will be back soon don't you?"

"Don't you worry about that, a nice little car crash has made sure they won't be disturbing my work this evening. It's surprisingly easy to run a car off the road." He looked thoughtfully up to the ceiling as if replaying it in his mind. Esme gasped out a little breath of shock and my stomach felt like it had vacated my body.

"Where's Bella?" I growled. Terror was gripping and squeezing at me. There is nothing else. I was losing everything. So long as nobody else was hurt tonight I would take whatever was about to come. If it meant saving the people I loved I was going to sit and absorb every little bit of pain.

"Somewhere." Was the only reply I got to that question.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"I always knew you were a fucking sociopath." I hissed at him, frustrated beyond words at my current inability to do anything helpful for the people around me.

"What gave you that impression? Was it when I stabbed you with a bread knife? Or before that when I held your head under the water in the bath?"

"I guess they were both hints, yeah." I retorted sarcastically.

"So, this is what's going to happen. You, Edward are going to come with me. If you play along then the only person who gets hurt is you."

"This isn't a game James. You can't play with people's lives!"

"Oh I beg to differ. This is the ultimate game. You follow the rules or your family dies while you watch. And you don't want to imagine what poor Bella will suffer if you don't behave."

"You're sick." Esme spluttered from behind us.

"Sick. Y'know what? That's what the doctor said, just before I cut his throat."

BPOV

What the hell is that smell?

A smell of weeks old socks, sweat and rotting food assaulted my nostrils and I crinkled my nose in disgust. Pain throbbed through my leg when I sat up. My hands were bound in front of me, so were my feet. I turned my head and it slid down canvas material making a zzzzzp noise that made me jump. I could hear the noises of nocturnal animals scurrying around and it hit me where I was.

I was at the meadow.

In the tent we found there.

My fingers worked quickly on the tape around my ankles, the sounds of tape ripping echoed around me until I freed my feet. Yanking the tent open I gulped down the fresh air suddenly available to me. Tentatively I tried to stand up. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been, at least now I could stand up.

This was ridiculous. When did my life become a crappy teen horror movie?

Hobbling across the lush grass that glinted in the moonlight I made my way down to the door hidden in the side of the hill. I had to get into the house. I had to get Edward. I had to get to a phone. I had to take some serious painkillers.

Who was that guy?

And what the fuck did he want with me, and with Edward.

Definitely not up for negotiation.

That was what he had said.

Quite frankly that's unacceptable to me.

The only thing not up for negotiation is this guy ending up in serious pain by the time this is over.

It felt like it took me forever to hobble over the crest of the hill and start to make my way down it only to find I had gotten turned round in the dark and gone the wrong way. Debating whether to start back up the hill or simply walk around until I found the hidden door, which in the dark was going to be debatable, I paused and screamed in frustration. A loud keening cry of pain and aggravation so feral that it was enough to get wolves howling in the distance.

Great.

Now there are wolves?

Just what I need, to be eaten alive by a hulking great fucking predator.

Only two days ago I had woken up and my world had been sunshine and rainbows and kittens and brown paper parcels all tied up with string. Now? It's hobbling without a clue in a meadow that I've been to once with wolves howling in preparation for a tasty Bella treat. And my head hurts. He must have smacked me good and proper to make me pass out like that. I hobbled a little further down kicking along the ground until my foot connected with something solid. I picked up the branch and used it as a crutch, gently leaning down onto it until I was sure it would take my full weight.

Time was passing fast it seemed like and I had to get a move on. I'm no Sarah Connor but I had people to protect. Or at least get someone on the case to protect them as I cower away in a warm bed somewhere, preferably with Edward being the big spoon.

Using my new found crutch I moved as quickly as I could back up over the hill. Finally I thought I had figured out the way Edward had brought us up earlier in the day and soon I was hurrying down towards the massive tree that guarded the door. Finally I reached the panel and I almost cried with joy when the lights shone into my eyes. Frantically pressing the numbers I sang a silent hallelujah when the door swung open and the tunnel stood sterilely welcoming me into its yawning mouth.

Moving through the tunnel as quickly as I possibly could, the thunk-thunk of the branch I was using as a crutch echoing louder than the soft scuff of my trainers against the floor. The pain was beginning to lessen, but my heart was beating at the same rate as a panicked bird caught in someone's hand. The feeling was almost too overwhelming for me to keep moving, but keep moving I did silently chanting Edward's name.

When the beautiful bland door that would allow me into the safety of the Cullen home came into view I blinked a few times to make sure it wasn't a mirage. It felt like I had been walking for hours. I wanted to get through that door and into the arms of whomever the hell it was I saw first. Carlisle would patch me up and drug me up. I could have a shower and sink into that wonderful bed and be comforted by Edward's hands around my body.

The door opened in front of me and I was confronted by darkness. And silence. Rushing through it I closed it behind me and fumbled across the wall for a light switch without luck. Cautiously I made my way up the stairs, knowing my luck it would be at this point that I would fall down the stairs and break my neck. Breathing heavily I got to the top and walked through into the kitchen.

"Hello?" I called softly, something was off. There should be seven people in this house. Soundproofed rooms or not seven people make a shit load of noise. Frowning I hopped into the living room. Still no one, what time is it? Is everyone in bed?

Eyeing the door to the entertainment room I noticed it was ajar, if they were down there I would hear them but nothing was drifting up. Picking up the phone I started up the stairs to Edward's room. I quickly dialled the number for the police station and waited for the rings to begin but the line was dead. Cursing I hurried up the stairs hoping that Edward hadn't moved his phone from where I had left it. Detouring into the spare room I picked up his phone and dialled Charlie as I walked across the hall.

"Edward?" Charlie's voice was music to my weary ears.

"Dad."

"Bells? Are you ok? Where the hell are you?" He sounded panicked.

"What's happened?"

"What do you mean what's happened? You were missing, the house was wide open, Mike Newton is dead and Jasper and Emmett got run off the road!"

Shock flooded through my body making it numb.

"Where are you Bella?" Charlie's voice pierced through the blank bubble that used to be my brain.

"At the Cullen house Dad." It came out as barely a whisper. "Why isn't anyone here?"

"Esme, Alice and Rosalie should be there Bella, but we can't get any answer from anyone and we can't get into the house." My eyes flicked to the windows and registered the shutters were down, the security system was in full effect. No one could get in without a code. All of a sudden the house didn't seem like a haven, it seemed like a prison.

"I might be able to switch the alarm system off." I had no idea if the code Edward programmed in for me was limited to just the tunnel or to the whole house but there was only one way to find out. "Is there police outside?"

"I'm outside Bella."

"Good. Are Jasper and Emmett alright?"

"They will be, they're at the hospital with Carlisle. They aren't awake but they are alive. Bella, the bag I gave you, do you have it?"

"Somewhere." My voice sounded like it was coming from far away.

"Use it, ok Bells?" Nothing was penetrating the thick fog surrounding me. People I love were hurt. They were in the hospital, lying unconscious and vulnerable to everything. Biting down on my lip I nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see me. My left leg was beginning to strain under being the dominant leg for once so I shifted my weight onto the right, forgetting in my fog and numb shock state that it was injured. It buckled under me straight away, propelling me forward. The hand holding the phone crashed across onto the wall as I tried to prevent my fall, the other hand shot out and connected directly with the illuminated panel sitting beside the door.

"Shit!"

I pulled my hand away from the wall and surveyed the cracked screen of the phone with a detached interest. Bringing it up to my ear I listened for Charlie's voice but heard nothing. My forehead connected with a soft thud against the wall and I heaved a massive breath out of my lungs in frustration.

"Well Bella, aren't you just the pesky escapee?"

EPOV

"Shit!"

Bella's voice shouted out from the panel on the wall and I've never been so happy and so terrified at the same time. Hearing her voice meant she was alive but it also meant she was in the house. James stalked over to the intercom and depressed a button. He worked the thing like he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Well Bella, aren't you just the pesky escapee?" He looked back at me and fucking winked like it was the funniest thing in the world. She didn't reply and every second that passed deepened the frown on James's forehead. Esme sat silent behind me, waiting for something to happen. The silence in the room pressed down on us. "Looks like it's time to play hunt the wabbit."

"You leave her the fuck alone James or I swear to god I'll make you sorry." I growled. With a casual saunter he approached me, pulling a length of tape away from the roll and rebinding my wrists before placing a rectangle over my mouth.

"Shhhh, be vewy vewy quiet." He told me before taping Esme's mouth up. "Don't make me kill Esme, she seems quite lovely."

With a grin he backed away and ran up the stairs out of sight, leaving me with a choice.

Hope Bella manages to get out of the house or endanger Esme's life by going to help Bella.

Shit.

A/N: Aplogies for taking so long with this folks. I wrote, rewrote then rewrote again the end and I wasn't happy with any of it. I cut it at this point so that at least something is up.

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