The Curse of Destiny

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I wish I did, but I don't. I own this plot line (originally it was a short story I wrote for a college class and I decided to turn it into a longer fanfiction story). I hope you all like it.

Description: The doctors threw around the term "Stockholm's Syndrome." All Bella knew was that she missed her kidnapper and wasn't sure how to function without him anymore. She needed him and she had to get back to him…somehow. Could she love Edward, the man who had both abducted her and stolen her heart? Could she live without him? Time will tell…

Author's Note: Thank you for the wonderful reviews! I am pleased many of you seem to like this story. Edward is going to be a little crazy, but he is still sexy, right?

I decided to update again. I will try to do so 2-3 times a week. I hope you are all happy so far. Please read and review to let me know.

Chapter 4 – Still Trying to Wake Up

**Day Two of Abduction**

Previously on "The Curse of Destiny"…

Terror manages to make an appearance as Bella stands to run for the door in her bare feet. Splinters pierce her feet, but she keeps running. She tries the door, but it won't budge. She bangs on it and looks back over her shoulder to see Edward sitting on the bed looking very composed.

"Escape is futile. There is no way out and if you would ever manage to get out there is nowhere for you to escape to. We are all alone here, my Bella. You and I. The way it is meant to be. Forever."

Bella sinks down against the door and draws her feet up to her chest as his words sink in. She has been kidnapped by a deranged psychopath who has no intention of ever letting her go. How is she going to get herself out of this mess?

Edward glances at Bella and runs a hand through his messy bronzed hair. Bella looks away from him so she doesn't get wrapped up in his looks again. This psycho has kidnapped her and she has to find a way to escape.

"Would you like me to leave you alone for a little while?" He asks quietly.

She laughs out loud and pulls herself to her feet. "I want to go home!" She says emphatically.

Edward shakes his head, looking as calm as ever. "You are home."

Bella screams out and Edward jumps back slightly. Bella points her finger in his face. "DON'T YOU SAY THAT! This is not my home! This will never be my home! I don't belong here! I don't want to be with you!"

Bella starts hyperventilating and Edward stands up to assist her. She puts her hands up to keep him away from her, but she can't say anything…unable to take a breath. Panic consumes her as she doubles over.

Edward stands behind her and pulls her close to his body. She tries to fight him, but he holds her firmly. "You are having a panic attack. You need to regular your breathing with mine. Feel my steady heartbeat and work to regulate your own."

Bella tries fighting him one more time before she becomes desperate for air. She has never had a panic attack before. She stops fighting Edward and concentrates on his breathing and his heartbeat. She inhales and exhales in succession with Edward's breathing. Finally, she is able to gulp in air freely and she steps away from him and sits back down on her bed. Edward goes to approach her again and she shakes her head.

"Please leave me alone."

He nods and seems to listen to her. "Of course. You will need time to adjust. I will give you time, my love. I have had a long time to get used to the idea of you and me. You need time as well."

Bella looked at him like he was crazy. "You are insane." She mutters. Instead of the anger she was expecting, he smiles a crooked smile at her.

"I just know what I want." He says in a smooth, velvety voice.

Bella feels her anger flare. "I know what I WANT too, I want you to get the hell out and leave me alone!" She screams at him.

Edward remains calm. "As you wish. I will bring you dinner later."

Bella scoffs. "Don't bother. I'm not eating anything from you."

Edward finally looks a little alarmed. "I would never hurt you."

"You are hurting me right now by keeping me locked up as a prisoner!" She yells back.

Edward shakes his head and walks to the door. "In time, you will see that is not the truth. I will bring you dinner later. There are socks in the drawer for your feet. There is a bathroom through there. You can shower whenever you wish, but there is no hot water. If you wish for a bath please let me know and I will boil water for you."

Bella shakes her head no, refusing to speak to him again. She would not ask him for a damn thing. She knew that for sure.

Edward seems to realize she isn't going to speak to him. "There are clothes in the dresser. Comfortable ones. Rest now. I will see you soon."

Bella turns her face away from him as he leaves the room. She hears the lock engage behind him and she slumps down on the bed. She pulls the soft purple quilt around her trembling body. Her feet are freezing, but she refuses to get anything from those drawers. She doesn't want him to know she needs anything from him. If she wasn't so damn cold she would rip the blanket to shreds. The blanket was her one source of comfort though, so she didn't plan to destroy it.

Bella felt around in her pocket for her cell phone, and felt relief when her hand closed around it. That relief quickly evaporated when she saw that there was no signal and that the low battery light was flashing. Sighing, she powered it off. She may have a chance to use it if she can escape and run far enough away. She shoved the phone under the mattress and then laid back down. She finally looked around the room again. There was no electricity, but there was a small fireplace in the corner where a fire burned brightly to try and ward off the chill of the room. She noticed with dismay that the chimney was too small for her to climb up and escape.

Candles sat on top of nearly every flat surface in the room and several of them were lit. There was a kerosene lamp next to the bed and a box of matches to assist her in lighting it. Having seen enough, she ducked her head under the covers and squeezed her eyes shut. Would this nightmare ever end? How long would she be trapped here with a mad man? And why had she felt warm all over when he held her from behind? She couldn't feel anything for this monster. She refused to do that. He was not going to get inside her head. He was not. She couldn't…wouldn't allow it.

Thoughts on this chapter? I am excited to really get into the story now. Please let me know what you think! I would love to hear your thoughts! Please review