A/N: For those of you who read this story when I uploaded it for the first time, I went back and made a few changes toward the last part. Make sure to check that out!

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EDNAPPED

[Part, II]

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Just when I was looking around surreptitiously for alternate escape routs and maybe a getaway car, we'd barely walked five steps forward, when Emmett and Jasper decided to draw me to a halt. Stopping, I look at them questioningly and try to rule in my irritation as they smile condescendingly at me.

"What–" I start to ask but stop when Emmett inversely holds on to my forearms while Jasper sneers and hoists the blackout bag over my head again. "Is this really necessary?" I ask indignantly. "I already agreed to this madness," I remind them.

"That you did," Emmett agrees.

"Then take this thing off."

"Sorry, lil' bro, but you'll have to keep that on, until we get you inside."

"Yeah," Jasper interjects, "for all we know, you could make a run for it and ruin our fun." And doesn't he know it, I think sardonically. "Sure, you said you'd go, however, I noticed you didn't promise."

Damn, he knew me too well. After all, they had learned this lesson from previous times. When it comes to running, I am the fastest of the three and I tend to take full advantage of this benefit. In fact, I took full advantage of it this one particular night that I've never forgotten and apparently, from the look and sound of things, neither had they. Hence, the mystery behind why they'd needed a blackout bag in the first place has been answered.

"Alright," I say submissively, I am tired and my will to fight was beginning to run low tonight.

"That so?" questions Jasper, obviously suspicious and with good reason, since he isn't one to hide what he feels. When Jasper is happy, angry, annoyed, tired, depressed or on the verge of mischief, anyone can pick up what his mood is and if you are close enough, be affected by it, while feeling whatever it is he is feeling at the moment.

Inwardly, though I'm sighing and nodding in response, I smirk. Letting me go, Emmett smacks me happily on the back –I mean, it can only be Emmett, since I almost doubled over with the force of it.

"Lookie here, Jasper, our Eddie boy, and my baby brother, is finally growing up!" Emmett booms, confirming my suspicions, and I can just picture him wiping away at joyful tears at the corners of his crinkling eyes –of the fake variety, of course.

"Apparently so, Emm," Jasper chuckles, still a little dubious, and we start walking again as if we were competing in a six legged race.

As we bound the three steps, I can hear the distinct noise of laughter and smell the delicious aroma of food, and for some strange and bizarre reason, my heart starts to beat in such a frantic way against my ribcage that I feel the skin over my pectoral bruising with each heartbeat. Though I don't understand this, I know that this strange feeling is a good one and yet, somehow painful, in such a way that I am sure to die either from a heart attack or a bursting heart. Feeling that neither of those options seemed neither appealing nor welcomed, I place a hand over my chest and clutch at my wrinkling shirt.

"Edward, what's wrong," asks Jasper worriedly and we momentarily stop walking, again. So he had noticed.

"What do you mean what's wrong?" Emmett asks gruffly.

"I–" I fumble for an explanation and answer truthfully, "I don't know… my heart hurts…" I grunt. "Ow!"

"Shi–" Emmett starts to curse, steadying me painfully by the shoulders as I stumble.

"Edward, God, if you're just playing around to get out of this, you should stop," warns Jasper, seriously beginning to grow concerned and places a hand on my shoulder, turning me toward him. "You are over doing it," he is frantic, "Edward –it looks too damned real for my liking, like you might be having a heart attack or something!"

Maybe I am, I think humorlessly as the blackout bag is removed from over my head and blinking at the suddenness, I stare straight at Jasper who is standing very still, staring at me, face pale, and holding the blackout bag. I grimace. Emmett moves from behind me and stands next to Jasper's left, looking peaky himself.

"I don't think my sense of humor is all that great, Jasper," I offer, my words strained since every breath I take pains me, "you know that."

If possible, Jasper's face grows even paler in parlor and Emmett looks like he might be on the verge of looking worried for a third time in his life. Honestly, I would be laughing right now at the sight of these two looking like this, but my chest is being hammered way too painfully to allow any humor to escape me.

"What are you two–" Emmett begins and glancing to stare at Jasper's very pale parlor, stops short, and glances back at me, still clutching at my heart. "Jasper…" he trails off, growing deathly pale, "tell me he's joking?" Emmett is pleading and looking desperate as he swallows thickly and demandingly asks, "Jasper, what's wrong with my little brother? What's wrong with Edward?"

"I– I– I, Emmett, Hell, I don't know…" Jasper replies lamely and I start chuckling like a madman, at which point they exchange very worried glances and run tremulous fingers through their disheveled hair.

"Is he like…" before continuing, Emmett swallows, "having a heart attack or something?" As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Emmett's eyes grow wide with bewilderment and he glances at Jasper to see that he is mirroring his sentiment. "He can't right?" Now it's Emmett, the one chuckling like a madman. "Tell me he can't, please."

"You think… maybe we should take him to the hospital?" Jasper suggest, his voice husky with trepidation and looking like he's about to barf.

Now that's my cue. Ignoring my aching heart, I try to stand as straight as the pain on my aching chest will allow and place an arm around Jasper's shoulders and then the other around Emmett's. (Though in a more awkward way, since he is several inches taller than Jasper and me.)

"I'm okay, really," I say, trying to sound convincing. "Actually, it's a good sort of pain…" Yup, they think I'm nuts now, since they look more horror struck by this admission and new piece of info.

"Okay, that's it," Emmett decides, "we are taking you to the hospital and that's that. We can do this another day."

So I was right, they do think I've gone over the deep end. Looking at Emmett's face, I know he is totally serious for once and Jasper agrees wholeheartedly, given that he is nodding his head so furiously with vigor. However, the sight of this is so comical in my mind that I want to laugh –and so, laugh I do. And I am laughing so hard that I'm even crying! Though I'm still clutching at my chest, every so often with each new punctuating jab of pain.

Needless to say, Jasper and Emmett are staring darts at me, still looking worried, though they too seem to lighten up at the sound of my laughter and the sigh of me, until they, too, join me in laughter as I clutch as my sides and holding on to each other to keep up standing, we start walking again.

Up close, these double doors are even more imposing than from afar. As the three of us reach the threshold, still chuckling, a girl with long mahogany hair zooms pass the doors, cursing under her breath, while Alice and Rose, clearly amused, laugh as they drag her out of sight before I can even get a look at her face. Apparently, I'm not the only one being forcefully dragged here by friends –instantly, I feel a sense of comradeship with the girl I have yet to meet.

Momentarily distracted, I abruptly stop laughing as my pectoral pain suddenly doubles in intensity and I quietly gasp, clutching at my chest. Once again, I wonder about where the Hell these two idiots have brought and whose mansion this might be. 'Cause this place couldn't belong to Alice and Rose, despite their obviously expensive taste in apparel. Or could it?

"Looks like somebody's been having fun," a cheerful voice says right from behind us, just when I was about to make an inquiry.

"Uh…" Turning, we come face to face with a beautiful woman of average height that must be in her mid forties with mahogany hair handsomely streaked with salt and pepper to her shoulders and a very kind, lighthearted motherly disposition. We are slightly speechless, you can say. "If you don't mind my asking," I begin, given that my brother and Jasper seem to have lost their ability to speak.

"My name is Renee," she greets before I can finish, however, and smiles winningly at the three of us as she appraises us with a twinkle in her almond brown eyes.

"Hello," the three of us greet, blushing slightly.

"Hmm…" she looks from Jasper to Emmett, brows furrowed. "You two must be Jasper and Emmett?" she confirms and blushing to their ears, Jasper and Emmett nod in answer. I gape, "I've heard so much about you two from Alice and Rose!" she excitedly divulges in a conspiratorial tone. Renee's eyes land on me next and she asks, "And who's your friend?"

After clearing his throat about three times, Emmett answers for me, since my tongue seems to be as dry as cotton and stuck to the roof of my mouth. "This is my little brother Edward," he says bashfully.

"Nice to meet you, Edward." Nodding, I fidget as Renee looks at me and her eyes begin to smile at me with some kind of secret. "That was my daughter being dragged away by her two best friends," she comments airily, and then winks at me, before adding, "and I think you two should meet."

"Right… sure," I mutter and smile, trying to sound agreeable. That's the last thing I need right now, to be paired up with a stranger by a stranger.

"Well, you three go right ahead and go in," Renee offers, "while I go in and fetch my purse from the dining room before, God forbid, Alice catches me." Renee smiles and sighs, shaking her head. "I'm supposed to be gone…" she shrugs, looking exasperated, "but I can't be gone without my purse, or keys!"

"Well, um, alright– if you insist," says Jasper, glancing at the three of us for support. We nod.

"I do!" she chirps and then ushers us back, practically pushing us. "It's been a pleasure!"

With that, seeing as we are not being given any other alternative, we do an about-face and walk through the double doors. The moment we step through the threshold and into this ridiculously beautiful, circular foyer with a skylight above and a handsome chandelier at its center, with a marble staircase that leads to a second floor corridor, there is no question in my mind that we've entered an entirely different world.

Feeling my jaw unhinge and mouth hang open, I glance apprehensively at the other two to see that their reaction to this place is the same as mine, and out of the corner of my eye, I watch Renee disappear through the right archway. Right about here is where I choose to acknowledge something peculiar I had realized earlier, we weren't at a club –this place is like a freaking estate and it is beyond beautiful.

"So, you guys finally decided to grace us with your presence and join us?" Alice asks as she reappears through the left archway, giggling. Jasper is blushing, I notice.

"Uh, Alice?" I interject. Her dancing eyes land on me, urging me to go on. "Where's the bathroom?" Jasper and Emmett round on me, glaring. "Well, excuse me for each time nature calls," I whisper furiously at them and glare, making sure Alice can't hear.

"Thank you for deciding to join us," Rosalie's seductive voice purrs and Emmett perks up while I try to ignore her and mouth the word 'bathroom' to Alice.

"Sure Edward," she says and flutters her hand over her shoulder in the general direction of where she'd just come from. Nodding, I thank her and disappear as the four of them continue laughing and talking without me.

The first thing I notice as I round the archway is that I've entered a magnificent living room, well lit, with a wall to wall and floor to ceiling window with a view of the lake, and decorated with royal blues and accents of turquoise, while the walls are painted the lightest shade of grey I've ever seen and the furniture is all mahogany and glass. Everything about this room shouts class and money, needless to say, but there's something humble about it that lets me appreciate it without feeling out of place. The next thing I notice is, there are quite a few doors… and finding the bathroom just got a little more complicated than I would have liked.

Groaning inwardly, I take in the rest of the room and purposefully walk toward a semi hidden door I see near the entertainment center, which has a surround sound system to be envied and might as well be labeled a movie theater by its own right.

Taking a deep breath as I reach the door with its own little archway, I close my eyes, turn the doorknob, and pray for it to be a bathroom and not someone's bedroom.

"Well, well, well… who do we have here?" I hear a feminine voice 'seductively' purr as I push the door forward and readily ignore it. Peeking through my closed lids, as the door swings open smoothly, I breathe a sigh of relief –it is a bathroom! Thank you God… Entering and quickly closing the door behind me, I almost panic as the owner of that horrible voice tries to follow me in. Shuddering at the thought, I blindly search for the light switch along the wall, flick it once I find it, and stop breathing at the sight before me.

Like everything else I have seen in this place so far, this bathroom is amazing, huge, and not a half bathroom, like I originally thought it would be. There's actually both, a bathtub that looks more like a pool and a frosted glass-encased shower, with intricate designs on it, which fade to clear glass at the average height of the shoulders. It has a color schema of ox red with accents of powder and pale blue and steel –there's also a flat screen HDTV of about fourteen inches positioned on the wall opposite the commode!

Striding over to the sink, which is ingrained effortlessly and at a convenient, average height onto the wall beside the commode, and confirming that it is made of fine glass, I stare at it in awe. Even above it there's this mosaic type of granite in a composition of the same ox red and powder blue with added tones of silver and rose gold, also ingrained to the wall. On its surface, there's an elegant, ornate soap dispenser for useful decoration and hand towels available.

Taking a step back from the sink, fascinated, I glance up and stare at my reflection in the mirror, which I notice runs from wall to wall and bordered with intricate and delicate designs fashioned out of contorted steel –it is beautiful, as well. Feeling like I might need a wake up call, I suck in a breath and step back up to the sink with the intention of splashing my face with some water.

Never seeing anything like it before, almost afraid to touch it, I tentatively push on the single water valve and watch as warm water starts pouring out over this steel plate canal and cascades onto the crystal sink bellow, instantly steaming up the bluish glass. Shaking my head and pushing my amazement to the side for the time being, I splash my face with the warm water and almost instantly, begin to feel better. Though, my heart is another matter since it continues to beat its frantic staccato and strangely enough, I'm growing accustomed to it.

Well, that can't be healthy…

Now that I am all refreshed, I turn my attention to the TV with every intention of checking it out. Since I have stayed in the bathroom for longer than I had originally intended and is probably necessary and no one, as of yet, is coming to look for me, I see no problem with it. Walking over to the TV, I find its remote unassumingly placed next to it on its own plastic casing made just for it. After a moment's hesitation, I take it in hand, point it, and turn on the TV –and as I had expected, it is picture perfect and the sound coming off those little speakers is unreal.

Feeling slightly guilty, I talk myself into facing the mob outside this heaven of a bathroom and turn of the TV five minutes later, resigned.

Slowly, I open the door…

Next thing I know, someone grabs me from behind, I can't see anything, again, because someone is covering my eyes with a blindfold for once and I am being dragged somewhere else against my will. Apparently, I am being kidnapped (Ednapped) for the second time this evening. I sigh. Knowing better than to struggle, I accept what is happening willingly, if with an immeasurable sense of dread, and sag in my captors hold.

A moment later, I hear a door opening and lots of giggling as I feel myself, I suppose, being pushed through the recently opened door. As the door closes behind me with a final click of the lock sounding loudly in my ears, like a sentencing knell, the blindfold falls from my eyes, and I have to blink several times, before I can actually see anything in the dimness of the room I've been thrust into.

The first thing I observe is that I have been locked into some kind of pantry and a huge one at that. Second thing I notice, my heartbeat has gone from staccato to legato in overtime and its beat is buzzing loudly in my ears. Lastly, as I hear someone breathing behind me and catch movement out of the corner of my eye, I realize I am not in here alone.

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A/N: Okay, don't hate me… I know I said this was going to be a Two Part short story, but I decided to take my time with it and keep things interesting. Therefore, sorry for the 'cliffhanger' (not really) and thank you for reading… Third Part coming soon! Read + Review = Teaser and Faster Updates!