A/N: I know, I know. I haven't updated for aged. RL stinks, ya' know? Stupid procrastination too. Oh, and I finally bought the Sims 3. Yes, I was having fun playing God. I suck. You guys rock.

A side note-yes, the chapter IS titled Untitled.

Bella
Untitled

"Hey there, pretty lady," a nasal voice said from the shadows. I stepped back and cringed into Edward in surprise. He gritted his teeth and grabbed my wrist, sort of hovering over me protectively.

A man materialized from the shadows, his tall, lanky frame sticking out beneath the ill-fitting clothes. Has he ever heard of shaving? I swallowed and stepped back, dragging Edward with me. I watched as his face turned surprised.

"Edward! Nice to see you again," he sneered, his face twisting in a scowl. "So, you've managed another catch, huh? I would've thought you'd stick closer to your momma after what happened the last time." When Edward didn't answer he laughed. "No snappy comeback? I'm disappointed. Didn't your momma teach you any manners?"

"She's not my momma," Edward snarled finally, stepping back. "She's my mother. Cut the trash talk, Zack."

I blinked. Edward knew this freako?

"So the prodigy speaks," Zack said with mock applause. "Tell me, Edward, how did you manage this one? Did she fall and crack her head?"

"Yeah, Eddy. Tell us," another man said, appearing from the other side. We stepped back again as footsteps echoed. This man was taller than Zack, and had a disgusting goatee. "Did you finally settle down?"

"Get lost," Edward growled. "You're not welcome."

"Ah, but you're in our lot now," Zack said. "Says something, doesn't it?"

"Shoot," Edward muttered softly, for my ears only. "I forgot about the territories."

"Territories?" I asked, frightened. "Edward, what are you talking about?"

He shushed me and pushed me back so that I was half hidden behind him. I wanted to tell him I didn't particularly like the idea of having him in front either, but I decided he would probably ignore me anyway. Further ahead darkness shifted and another shadow melted from the darkness.

"Edward! What a nice surprise," another voice said.

I groaned. How many were there anyway?

"Shouldn't we run?" I asked urgently. "Scram, call for the police, scream? Edward, I think we should leave. Now."

"No," he answered quietly. "They'll just follow us."

This was bad. Very bad. Karma was getting back at me. I knew Forks seemed too good to be true.

But then again, if I was in Phoenix I would probably have been murdered by now.

Edward shoved me backwards gently and I felt my back touch something cold and hard-the lamp post. We were cornered. Great.

"Come on, Eddy boy," the goatee man said, leering at me. I flinched under his stare. "Don't you know it's good to share?"

I swallowed and stepped back until I could feel the cold metal of the lamp post digging into my back so sharply it hurt. Edward pressed himself to me. I wondered briefly how these-for a lack of a better word-assholes knew Edward. I couldn't begin to imagine Edward associating with these people.

Although, when one took Edward's, ah, flirty disposition into consideration it did seem a bit possible.

"Men, I'd be very pleased if you let me and Bella go," Edward said calmly. I wondered at his coolness. I was screaming internally. It must be a genetic thing. Carlisle seemed pretty indifferent to me too.

"Bella," The third voice said. The third man stepped in front and smiled politely at Edward. His face seemed the most kind, but his mouth was twisted in an ugly smirk. "Nice name, beautiful."

I grimaced. "Please, just let us go," Edward said, his voice steady. I clutched his hand desperately. "Shh," he whispered to me. I swallowed back the frightened lump choking my throat and braced myself for their answer.

"I'm sorry, but that won't be possible," the man said politely. The other two snickered and came closer. The last thing I saw was Edward whirling towards me before something hard hit me and everything went black.

.xXx.

Great work, Bella. Go out with the first guy that cons you with sweet talk and get strapped to something hard with absolutely no idea where said guy is.

I squeezed my eyes shut, taking note of the dull pounding at the back of my head. It was a little comforting, really. I remembered clearly everything that had happened, but trying to remember the hit to my head was like trying to move a mountain.

The air was cold against my skin. I wiggled my toes experimentally; they were numb. I felt more than heard the rumble of creaky wheels below, rattling the entire bed I was on. A flicker of panic leapt at me.

Am I in a train?

I hesitated there, wondering if I dared to open my eyes. After all, if the men were still lurking around, I really did not want them to know I was awake. I had read way too many books to know that letting them know you're conscious is mistake number 1.

But I really had to know where I was. I cracked one eyelid open a fraction of an inch and peered around. The first thing I sensed was a figure lying next to me radiating heat. I cringed away from it before recognizing Edward's scent. The second thing I noticed was the room was black. As in, pitch black. I couldn't see anything except for blackness in blackness. I swore silently. I hated darkness.

I could feel whatever I was lying down on shaking beneath me. Add that to the cold metalness of it, and I was horribly uncomfortable. I opened my eyes slowly, fairly sure that if the nasty freakos from Port Angeles were here then they would at least light a candle or something.

Something tight was constricting the blood flow to my legs and hands. I tugged slightly and was met with resistance. Great. So I was tied up to. I felt like an extra in a horror movie.

Edward shifted next to me, his face burying into my hair. I stiffened immediately, liking the sensation way too much. "God, you're turning into such a girl," I muttered furiously, my heart racing.

"Bella?" he mumbled lazily suddenly. I jumped slightly at the sound. "Stop panicking."

I pinched his side violently. "You pig!" I blurted out. "I've been frightened to death and you were sleeping?"

"I was unconscious," he corrected. "There's a difference."

I gritted my teeth and willed myself not to kill him. Happy thoughts, Bella, happy thoughts.

"Okay, Mr Smarty-pants," I said, acutely aware that I sounded like a little kid, "Where the freaking hell are we now? And why the heck do

I think this has something to do with your good-for-nothing friends?"

"They're not my friends," Edward grumbled back. "They're just a bunch of low-lifers I met while slumming."

I snorted silently and raised my eyebrows, even though he couldn't see it. "Why do I feel that there's a lot more to this story?"

Edward sighed. "You're not going to give up, are you?" he asked. He seemed to feel the are-you-kidding vibe rolling off me in waves, because he groaned and muttered something under his breath I didn't hear on account of the loud rattling. The train must be old. "I'm not going to tell you."

I paused. "Why?"

"It's not your business," he snapped.

I bit my lip, considering his general bitchiness. "What if I told you my story too?"

"You already told me your story," he replied, sounding a little regretful at his outburst. Good.

"Not the whole thing," I mumbled.

Edward considered it for a while before answering. "Okay," he said cautiously, his curiousity winning over his no-way urges.

I sighed.

"You know how I told you my sister was killed? Um, I didn't really tell you the whole story."

"Big surprise," he mumbled. I decided to ignore it.

"When my sister died, I sort of...lost it. My mother never really cared about Renesmee, and she made it very clear I wasn't supposed to mention our old life in Forks. Then she got remarried and Charlie and Nessie just sort of faded into the background." I paused, staring at a particularly dark shadow. "I guess that's when I went nuts. I started dating a lot of guys-but no, I never did anything scandalous like making out on the first date. I do have my morals. But girls can be pretty catty, and a lot of horrible rumors started spreading. I never really cared, though."

Edward was silent, and I started to panic. He wasn't the judgemental type, wasn't he? Wasn't he?

"You're lucky," he said finally.

Excuse me?

He must have sensed the incredulity radiating in waves from me, because he hastily continued speaking in case I decided to finish what the kidnappers' hadn't. "It's a long story, Bella."

"We have time," I answered tightly, mentally thinking about the state we were in and how unconcerned I was about that. It made me feel somewhat more relieved that Edward was with me. It was slightly ridiculous. Technically I should have felt a lot more safer with Emmett around but hey, Edward gave me that tingly feeling. Not to mention most of the times I spent with him were either 'whoa, he looks friggin' awesome' moments or 'hubba hubba' moments.

Needless to say the 'hubba hubba' moments were the ones where I was just stunned speechless.

Edward sighed. "My parents died when I was a kid, but it wasn't just because of the fire. The fire started in their bedroom."

I stared at him cluelessly. He groaned in exasperation. "Their bedroom, Bella! If it started in the goddamn kitchen it could've been explained by all that gas in there but it started in their bedroom where there wasn't even a lamp except for that lousy ceiling shit! There was no way the fire could've started accidentally."

"So you're saying...it was arson?"

I didn't mean to sound doubting-really, I didn't. It was just that I never thought of arson as something that would actually happen. Sure I read about it in papers and books, but it was one of those it-won't-happen-to-me things. And now I was finding out Edward's parents were victims of an arson. It was all a little hard to take in.

"You don't believe me, do you?" he asked, his voice rough and angry.

Truth or lie?

I made a decision pretty quickly.

"No."

He grunted and turned away as though he had expected that. "Can't blame you. It's like a scene out of a book."

"No shit."

"It's true, though."

"Whatever you say."

Edward turned to look at me. "Bella?"

"Hmm?"

"Can we escape now?"

"Okay."