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Chapter 2

Edward's POV.

I tucked the key in my pocket and stormed away from the room, perplexed. I never thought someone would be so selfless as to give themselves in place of someone else, even someone they loved. All I had seen from humans over the decades was that they were selfish, predictable and evil. This girl broke the pattern, and left my view of the world in tatters. I had to admit that I was curious about her. I had no idea why I had given her such an ultimatum, that only one of them could go back. I knew to keep my family safe I would have had to wipe her memory as well as her father's, and two blank memories would definitely arouse suspicions. I kept telling myself that was the reason I had kept her here. But it had all happened so fast...

I heard footsteps, and Alice appeared a moment later. Her mind was whirring with questions. It was at times like these I wished I couldn't read her thoughts.

Why did you do that?

"He'd seen to much." I glared at my adoptive sister.

But you'd already wiped his memory; he wouldn't have remembered us.

I sighed. "I didn't want to take a chance."

Alice was fidgety. So what, are you just going to... keep her?

"I don't know. And it's not really any of your business anyway, Alice."

"It is if you're going to treat her like that!" she hissed out loud.

I frowned. I knew my anger could get out of hand sometimes; had I been too harsh? I made a firm resolve then to try and treat this girl with respect. Alice instantly saw the results of my decision in her mind, and smiled to herself. I groaned, and tried to block her out of my head.

"I don't want to know, Alice."

I stormed up to my room to drown myself in music.

Bella's POV.

I woke when the dull light of a cloudy day hit my face from an unfamiliar angle. I sat up, finding myself stiff and uncomfortable. I rubbed my eyes, and looked around. It took a long moment for me to realise where I was. I tried hard to suppress the shudder that forced its way through my body, but to no avail. A sob broke through my chest as I felt the depression press down on me. The cloudy day outside reflected my mood, my future, my hope.

Before the depression could get a tighter grip on my soul, I thought of Charlie. At home. Safe. Because of me. I had to focus on that.

I stood shakily, and headed over to the door. It was locked, just like last night. I hadn't really expected anything else. I made my way to the large window. Instinct was coursing through me, and I automatically tried the lock. This, too, was locked. I sighed and settled for looking through the glass, trying to find any possible route of escape, or at least any way of finding out where I was. Last night was such a blur, I had no idea of the way home. But all I could see was forest. Thick, impenetrable foliage. No distinguishing features. The trees seemed to go on forever, and I could see nothing but mountains, no sign of the freeway, no sign of Forks. I didn't realise I had been crying until I felt the warm tears on my cheeks. It was inevitable, really. I was still in shock.

I started when I heard a key turn in the lock, and spun round, my back pressed against the window. I braced myself, prepared to find the strange bronze-haired man staring at me with those dark eyes. But, to my surprise, I saw a tiny pixie-like person stood in the doorway, grinning at me. Her short black hair stood out at impossible angles, her eyes almost topaz, and bright with curiosity. She grinned at me, and inched her way into the room, closing the door behind her.

"Hello, Bella. I hope you slept well. I'm Alice."

I blinked. Alice looked at me with concern, and came over to sit carefully on the edge of my bed.

"Are you alright, Bella?"

Am I alright? My father had been abducted and drugged, and I had to stay here – wherever here was – as prisoner to ensure his safety. I shuddered, choosing to ignore her question.

"How does everyone know my name?" I asked, my voice thick with sleep and stress.

Alice smiled again. "Its a long story." Her eyes travelled over my wrecked clothing, and a frown passed over her face. "Let's get you into something nicer," she said lightly.

She danced over to me, her movements flowing and almost poetic, and linked arms with me. I shivered involuntarily at her touch – her skin was so cold...

She dragged me towards the door. "W-wait!" I insisted in a hushed voice. "What about... about..."

It was then I realised I had no idea what to call him, that intriguing, dangerous stranger who had locked me in the room the night before.

"... Oh, don't worry about him," Alice replied breezily. "Come on."

She led me out of the room into a wide corridor. I hadn't been able to tell in the dim light of last night, but the house was light and airy, and no where near as terrifying as I had envisioned. Alice led me to what I assumed was her room. It was a vision: the walls were as pale as the corridors, and covered in swathes of pastel fabrics. A beautiful, ornate dressing table stood elegantly against the wall opposite an enormous bed dressed in white. I noticed that one whole wall was completely made of glass, leaving the room bright and gleaming. Two other doors led off from the bedroom. Alice ushered me over to a small couch on the far side of the room. "Wait right here, Bella."

She quickly bustled in and out of the room, and I soon smelled the unmistakable aroma of fruity bubblebath, and saw Alice with various bundles of clothes. She eventually pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, leaving me alone once more.

The room was heady with steam and the aroma of fruits and berries. I headed straight for the window, but it was shut fast. I sighed in frustration and defeat. I sank into the bath moments later, almost disappearing in the bubbles.

When I finally dragged myself from the water, I found Alice had left clothes for me. A lot more extravagant than I was used to, but I couldn't find my own clothes anywhere. So I changed into them reluctantly.

I left the bathroom hesitantly, and found Alice waiting for me, laying out on her bed, reading. She looked up and smiled.

"Feel better?" she asked.

I nodded. I had to admit that I did feel a lot calmer. I had no idea why. It was a little unsettling to suddenly feel so... at home. Then I noticed something move near the glass wall. Another figure, a man, tall, with blond hair and the same pale white skin as the other occupants I had met. He turned to face me, looking wary. I took a shaky breath. Just how many people lived here? And why had we never seen any of them before this encounter?

Alice stood up off the bed.

"Bella, this is Jasper." She said his name with obvious affection, and her smile lingered on him. Jasper nodded in my direction, but said nothing.

"I'm sure you're hungry, Bella," Alice assumed with a smile.

As if on cue, my stomach rumbled. She giggled.

"Come on, we'll find you some breakfast."

She dragged me downstairs, to a beautiful kitchen, light and airy like the other rooms, but with a distinct metallic feel. It also seemed like it hadn't been used recently. The fridge was stocked, though, and Alice set about making me eggs.

I sat on a high stool at the work surface, trying to discreetly check out any possible escape routes. Alice sighed impatiently.

"I wouldn't try that, if I were you, Bella."

"What?" I feigned innocence. "I'm not doing anything!"

She frowned sceptically, and turned back to the eggs.

"He'll let you go, I know he will," she added quietly. "You just have to give him time. Edward is... very stubborn."

"Edward?"

That was the first time I had heard his name. At least I could put a name to that remarkable face, so that if... when... I got away from here, I could give Charlie as much information as I could. No doubt he already had the police searching the whole of Washington for me. I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"Something funny?"

I started, and looked up at Alice. I shook my head. She set the eggs in front of me, along with a glass of orange juice. She sat and watched me while I ate. I shifted uncomfortably.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" I asked.

She suppressed a smile – some private joke. "No. I might eat later. I don't... like eggs."

She took my plate from me when I took my last bite, and took it over to the sink.

I glanced at the door. The front door.

I could make it. If I were quick.

Alice sighed to herself. "I won't stop you," she murmured. "He will."

If she knew what I was going to do... if she wasn't going to stop me...

I made a dash for it, and ran as fast as I could for the door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open and rushing out into the fresh air. I looked all around in confusion. Whereas last night there had been a wide, clear entrance to the grounds, there was none now. Just thick forest. And my truck was nowhere to be seen. I panicked, and rushed towards the trees anyway.

I suddenly felt strong, cold arms around me, and heard a low growl near my ear. My knees nearly buckled in fear as I heard his voice.

"Bella. You promised to stay here."

I whimpered, shaking.

"Are you going to keep your promise? Are you going to stay here forever? Or am I going to have to keep you in chains?"

Jacob's POV

I banged on the door, panicking.

I knew Bella should be home at this time. It was only eight-thirty when I set off from La Push. I knew she slept in a little on a weekend.

I don't know why, but something wasn't right. When I'd phoned earlier and got no response, something urged me to come and check everything was okay. Charlie's cruiser wasn't there. Bella's truck wasn't there. And the whole place reeked of vampires. Clearly everything was not okay.

Charlie eventually came to the door, looking like death personified. He had deep circles under his eyes, and he was still in his uniform, which was battered and smeared in mud.

"What the hell happened to you, Charlie?"

He seemed unable to focus. He shielded his eyes from the daylight, and squinted at me.

"Jacob?"

"Yeah, what's happened. Where's Bella?"

"Bella?"

He had no idea what I was talking about. I barged past him, and ran up the narrow staircase.

"Bella? Bella?!"

I knew she'd hate me for this if she was okay, fast asleep in her bed, but I had no choice. The vampire stink was all over the house. I slammed open her bedroom door, and scanned the room anxiously. A few clothes here and there. Homework books and notepads and a purse and... no Bella.

I tore back down to Charlie as fast as I could. He was making himself a coffee in the kitchen.

"Charlie, where is she?"

He frowned at me. "She's not upstairs?"

I glared at him. "Her truck's gone. And so has your car."

"What?" he murmured, and went to the door to check. I heard his heart speed in panic, and he rushed back inside to call the station.

"Have you heard from Bella?" he asked abruptly when someone answered.

"Oh, Chief, you made it home, then," I heard the answer. "Bella was asking about you last night. Apparently you didn't go home..."

Charlie dropped the phone and the coffee, and they both crashed to the floor.

"Bella..."

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A/N: Well, there's chapter two. Hope you enjoyed it, pleeeeeeease let me know what you think, it only takes a moment to review, and I love to hear your opinions.

Chapter three next. Will Edward actually keep Bella in chains?!?! What will Jacob do about the situation? Is there anything the werewolves can do?

Thanks for reading.

MrsJacobBlack1988