Chapter Six: Under A Kidnapping

Walking up, Rose felt someone's arm across her chest as their hand hung off her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she saw Scott sleeping next to her on his stomach which Rose laugh, quickly covering her mouth with her hand as she grabbed his arm, pulling it off her. As she slipped out of bed, she pulled on a pair of Miss Me Bleach Dip Dyed shorts along with a Happening In The Present Chiffon tank top. As she walked out of her bedroom, she put her hair up in a ponytail before yawning, covering her mouth with her hand. Looking at the clock, she realized it was nine in the morning, pass six. Worrying, she realized that she was late for school and her parents would be angry with her, but considering what they have done, she should be even angrier.

"I thought that you were walking out," Scott whispered as he wrapped his arms around Rose and whispered in her ear, "On me."

"One, who'd walk out on you, and two, it's my apartment." Rose said as she reached up to kiss Scott's check which made him let go of Rose, holding onto her hand as she walked back, pulling Scott with her.

"You know I've never acted like this before." Scott told Rose as she brought him in the kitchen, Rose leaning against a table in the middle of the kitchen.

"Like what?" Rose asked, smiling as Scott began to smile back at her.

"Like this." Scott said as he grabbed Rose's waist, bringing her up onto the table as he wrapped his arms, once again, around Rose and began to kiss her.

"Scott," Rose whispered between kisses before she finally pulled away from Scott, looking at him. "Scott, do you even care that we are skipping school right now?"

"Not really. I've done it before." Scott bragged as he looked around the kitchen to find the clock.

"Oh really?" Rose questioned, raising an eyebrow as Scott gave a small nod before taking Rose into his arms and sitting down on the couch.

As he began to kiss Rose, the doorbell rang and he looked at Rose almost like he was saying, "It's nothing. Just stay with me," with his eyes. Turning his eyes down, she hopped off his lap, going over to the door as she heard Scott move on the couch. As she opened the door, a wolf was standing there only to launch himself at Rose, biting her neck before attacking the rest of her. Blood was everyone.

Walking up screaming, Scott woke up next to her, starting to try and calm Rose down as she hit Scott, trying to get away from him.

"Open your eyes, Rose." Scott said, watching Rose open her eyes to stop hitting as she looked around the room, scared.

Calming down, she leaned into Scott, starting to cry as the whole dream, rather nightmare, had scared her to death, which had happened in the nightmare.

"You were attacked by a wolf?" Scott questioned, handing Rose her tea as she was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a black blanket.

"Black with red eyes. It looked just like the one described in the story." Rose replied, staring straight at the door as if expecting for the wolf to come in.

"Are you alright?" Scott asked as he sat next to Rose, staring at her like she was making it up.

"Scott, I swear I'm not joking, but it's just a nightmare anyway. It's not like it can really attack me," Rose began, suddenly looking at Scott to say, "Right?"

"Right." Scott replied, unaware of the question, but he wanted to make her feel better.

"It seemed so real. These clothes," Rose looked down at the same clothes from her nightmare before continuing to say, "Are the ones from my nightmare."

"You own these, though. That means nothing. You're safe." Scott reassured Rose as he hugged her, putting his chin on the top of her head.

"I trust you." Rose mumbled as the doorbell rang, letting Scott go get it as Rose curled up into a ball with the blanket around her and the tea in her hand.

Opening the door, Scott saw Derek standing there, looking at Scott in surprise as Scott did the same, only to push him out in the hall, against the wall.

"So, you're the boyfriend," Derek began, looking at Scott up and down before continuing. "Or the friend. She hasn't told me much."

"Why are you here?" Scott asked in rage, making sure no one heard them.

"I heard her scream." Derek simply replied, stiffing up against the wall.

"So you took twenty minutes to get here? Since when were you on her call? Do you even know her name? You thought ringing the doorbell would stop whatever she was screaming from? Since when did you care about anyone, Derek?" Scott began to ask questions- angry ones, sad ones, scary ones, all kinds.

"Yes. Since I saved her. No. I thought it'd scare them or delay them. It could have been anyone attacking her, Scott!" Derek began to answer all the questions, only for Scott to cut between his talking.

"Thing." Scott mumbled, looking at Derek as he let him go.

"What?" Derek asked, getting away from the wall as he watched Scott start to pace back and forth.

"Anyone or anything. She found something when you saved her." Scott told Derek, both of them talking to each other, unknowing that inside the apartment at that very minute was a man that was fighting with Rose, attempting to knock her out with a lamp, which didn't work, so he goes for option two- a syringe.

"Let's see what Rose has to say about her sudden Prince Charming. Rose?" Scott said as he came in, not seeing Rose on the couch.

"Maybe she's somewhere else." Derek began to say before he looked at Scott who looked at the floor.

"Not unless she decided to throw her tea on the ground." Scott said as he looked around as Derek walked over to an open window.

"And went out the window." Derek finished, looking behind at Scott who came over and looked at the top and bottom of the window.

"And cut herself while doing it." Scott replied, seeing blood at the bottom of the window and a bloody hand print at the top.

"Someone took her." Derek whispered, looking at the crime scene in horror.

"You suddenly care for someone. When did this happen?" Scott asked, looking towards Derek who turned around to him, grabbing his shoulders.

"Scott, you're asking questions when somewhere, right now, someone has your girl!" Derek shouted only for Scott to loosen Derek's grip and yell back, "She's not my girl!"

"Scott, if we ever want to get her back, we need to stop fighting and look for her." Derek said, calming Scott down who started to nod his head.

"Let's find Rose." Scott said as he looked at Derek who looked at him.

Somewhere Rose was in a car trunk, unconscious, tied up as her side was bleeding as it had a piece, a large piece, of the cup in her side. At she bled out, inside her mind became a horrifying nightmare- her death.