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Disclaimer - I have used some of Ms Meyer characters but the rest of the story is the product of my warped mind :)

Soulless - Chapter Two

Everything was a blur and my legs wouldn't move-they felt heavy and lifeless. Images were floating around me. My mom was there, so I tried to reach out to her, but she looked away. Time seemed to pass, and still I couldn't move. Then suddenly my heart rate picked up as I saw my step father across the room. I tried to shout, but I had no voice. I tried to move and turn away, but still I was stuck. Then green eyes were staring at me, and warm safe arms were wrapped around me. I melted into his embrace and whispered, "Edward."

I rolled over and let my head sink further into the soft pillow as I felt myself slowly coming out of a deep sleep. I knew I had been having a crazy dream, and I tried to hold onto the last images as I woke up. I had been dreaming of Edward. His piercing eyes and beautiful sculptured face filled my head once more. Suddenly, reality jolted back into my head and the events from last night came flooding back.

I sat bolt upright as fear and adrenalin overwhelmed me. The abrupt movement caused a terrible wave of pain and dizziness to shoot through my head. I lifted my hands to my head and cried out in pain, before laying back down and trying to get my breathing under control. I had to think and I had to think fast. I closed my eyes tightly, too terrified and in too much pain to open them, and let my mind playback over my last memories.

I remembered the mix up over the backstage passes, meeting Edward, going to the bookshop, and then finally Edward walking me back to my truck. But I couldn't remember anything after that. I tried to think, but everything was still so hazy. I felt a wave of drowsiness, and desperately wanted to let it take over and sink back into oblivion. Why did I feel so tired? An unwelcome thought drifted into my head. Had Edward drugged me? I forced my eyes to open, and rolled carefully onto my side so I could take in my surroundings.

I was in a large, ornately decorated bedroom, that looked like it might be a room in a five star hotel. The walls were painted a warm cream colour, and the carpet was a rich red. There were various pieces of old fashioned furniture in mismatching styles spread around the room. Everything was cream and red, and it all looked very expensive.

I was so confused and my fear started to spike again. Tears begin to prick my eyes.

"What the hell is going on," I whispered to myself.

Tremors spread through my body, and I began to shake uncontrollably. The traitorous tears escaped my eyes, and began to fall down my cheeks. I knew I had to be strong, but fear and weakness were gripping me. I carefully pulled myself to the end of the bed, and slowly moved my feet so they hung over the side. I slid the rest of my body off the bed, but as soon as I placed weight onto my legs they buckled beneath me causing me to fall the rest of the distance from the bed onto the floor. I managed to move my arms in front of myself to stop my face from hitting the floor.

Pain shot through every part of my body as I laid prone on the floor. I instinctively curled my body into a fetal position and sobbed. My life had had its fair share of fucked up moments, but I had never felt so scared and alone before. As I closed in on myself I could feel my body slipping back into unconsciousness, and this time I welcomed the blackness.

I don't know how much time passed before I felt myself regaining consciousness. It could have only been minutes, but by the stiffness of my body it was probably more like hours. I was still laid on the floor with my legs bent and curled into my body. I tentatively moved my legs and stretched them out along the floor. My body seemed to be cooperating with me more, and I guessed that if I had actually been drugged then the effects were wearing off. I carefully raised myself up onto my hands and knees, then moved into a sitting position with my back leaning against the bed. All of a sudden a thought sprung into my head and I hastily checked my pockets for my phone but of course it wasn't there.

I rubbed my hands across my face to try and wake myself up fully, and get rid of the last of the drowsiness. The pain in my head had thankfully subsided to nothing more than a dull ache. My body was still shaking uncontrollably from the shock of the situation that I was in. My fear felt like a tight band across my chest that was trying to stop me from breathing. I closed my eyes, and willed the panic to go away as I knew it was not helping the situation. I had to calm down to think logically.

Angela had persuaded me to go to some yoga and relaxation classes with her a few months ago, and I tried to remember some of the techniques we had been taught. Remembering my best friend made a wave of desolation sweep over me, which caused a tear to escape from my eye that rolled down my cheek. I swiped it away quickly, determined to get my emotions under control and think calmly about a way to get myself the hell out of here. So I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as we had been told to do in the meditation sessions. I visualized myself in a bubble of calm, and gradually I felt the tremors that were still shaking my body start to lesson and my frantic heartbeat slow down. I thought about seeing Angela again and thanking her for dragging me to the stupid sessions. I then thought about how proud she would be of me for being strong and getting through this. A new sense of determination and fight started to built up in me.

I opened my eyes and whilst still trying to take large calming breaths I looked around the room. I noticed the room was dimly lit by several lamps that were placed around the room, and they cast eerie shadows everywhere. I slowly got to my feet and sat down on the bed. I still felt so weak that I wasn't sure if I could stand for long. I looked straight ahead and saw long ceiling to floor red drapes covering almost half the wall across from me. If I could make it to the window I could see if there was a way out and whether it was day or night. I rose to my feet and used the bedside table to help support my weight and shuffled myself forwards. Several pieces of furniture were placed along the wall and I used them as support to make my way over to the window.

I pulled back the edge of the drapes and slip my body behind them, but I was met by pitch black. I guided myself along the wall using my hands and felt the window frame and then the glass, but there was no light or reflection coming in. Confused and starting to panic again from the darkness, I quickly made my way back along the wall and out from behind the drapes. On shaky legs I walked to where the material joined in the middle and tugged the drapes apart. They glided open easily, and I was faced with the sight of dark wood shutters behind the glass.

"Fuck!" I swore to myself quietly.

Who has shutters on their frigging windows? Oh yeah, kidnapping, psychopathic murderers that's who!

I quickly scanned the room again, and my eyes landed on the door at the other side of the room. A humourless laugh escaped my lips. I hadn't even checked the fucking door yet! I wanted to slap myself for my stupidity. As fast as my weak body would carry me I shuffled across the room. As I reached the door a wave of dizziness and nausea hit me, and I had to lower myself to the floor. I took more deep calming breaths until I had regained my composure, and then with my heart in my mouth I reached up towards the door handle. I sent a silent pray to god, and then gripped the round wooden door handle as tightly as I could and turned it. The handle turned ever so slightly and then stopped. I got onto my hands and knees, and pulled the door as hard as I could. When it didn't move, I put both hands on the handle and pulled at it frantically, but it still didn't move. It was locked, of course it was locked. Even though I knew it wasn't going to open I still couldn't give up my last shred of hope, so I continued to pull on the door with the little bit of strength I had left.

I froze in my frenzied actions when I heard a voice coming from the other side of the door. At lightening speed I let go of the handle and pushed my ear up against the door. The voice was just a murmur, so I scrambled to the edge of the door where there was a small crack between the door and the door frame. I squinted my eyes and looked through the crack, but there was just darkness. So I pressed my ear against the gap, hoping I would be able to hear more. The voice was louder, but I still couldn't make out what was being said. All I could tell was that it was a male voice and he sounded pissed off. Frustrated I pushed my head closer to the wall, closed my eyes and concentrated on the voice... then I heard it. The voice coming from the other side of the door was shouting.

"Help, help, helllllllllp!" There was a pause before more shouting, "Is anyone there? Is anyone theeeeeere?"

Was it Edward? I tried to focus my drug hazed brain on my memories of him and what his voice had sounded like. I listened carefully again, the owner of the voice was still shouting the place down, and the more I listened the surer I was that it was Edward. I knew I needed to call out to him, but fear was still gripping me and I didn't know if I could do it. What if the person that had kidnapped us heard me and it made them mad at me. Maybe I was better just sitting here quietly and behaving myself, maybe they would get me go then! My inner voice argued back and forth; yes, no, yes, no, until I heard Edward call out my name.

"Bella, Bella, are you there?"

My instincts took over and I automatically responded by calling out, "Edward," as loud as my parched throat would allow.

"Bella, was that you? Bella did I hear you then? Are you alright, are you hurt?"

"Yes, it's Bella...no I'm not hurt," I shouted back my voice breaking at the end. It was hurting my throat to shout and I realised how thirsty I was.

"Bella, I'm going to get us out of here," he stated confidently, before adding, "Just sit tight and try not to be scared."

"But, I am scared," I whispered to myself.

"Okay, Edward," I yelled back.

I slumped against the door and waited, I had no idea if it had been minutes or hours since Edward had talked to me. My emotions were all over the place though I tried to stay positive, but fear, doubt, and confusion were at the forefront of my mind the entire time. As the time went by I gradually became able to think with more clarity, and as my head became clearer my body began to feel stronger and I was more sure on my feet. I decided to get up and explore the room. I noticed that there was a plate of food and a jug of water on the bedside table. I was very hungry and thirsty, but didn't want to risk them incase they were drugged. I carried on exploring the room and noticed that there was nothing personal on any of the surfaces-it looked like this was a spare room or guest room. But at one side of the room was a large chest of drawers and inside all the drawers were women's clothes. All of them were new with the tags still attached, and they were all my size and style. There were even panties and bras, and once again they were exactly my size a style.

I slammed the drawers shut and backed away quickly. I had to get out of here. I had seen a documentary once were a psycho killer had done something like this. I ran over to the door and banged my fists on it and shouted.

"Edward, Edward, Edward!"

"Bella! Are you okay?" he replied.

"Edward we have to get out of here," I screamed back at him.

"Bella calm down, we are going to get out of here," he replied in a calm voice that just agitated me more.

"For fucks sake Edward, we are trapped in these goddamn rooms and there is no way out."

"Bella, trust me. I do have a way of getting out of my room, I've been working on the lock and I've almost got it. Just try and stay calm."

Suddenly I heard loud heavy footsteps coming outside the door.

"Edward have you got out?"

"No not yet, but I swear I've nearly got it."

Panic hit me like a blow in the chest. and I yelled out, "There is someone out there, Edward there is someone here!"

I frantically looked around the room and my eyes fell on a large metal lamp. I ran over to it and yanked the plug out of the wall before running back to the door with it. I summoned all the strength and courage that I had, and stood by the door ready to hit whoever came through it. My mind ran over all the possible scenarios. If he or she was tall I would hit them in knees so that they would fall, and then hit them over the head. If they were short I would go straight for the head or face. I stood tensed at the door, but when nothing happened I placed my head against the door to listen. I could hear muffled voices and then the sound of a door slam. I backed away from the door quickly and lifted the lamp above my head. Then suddenly there was a light tap on the door and an unfamiliar voice.

"Bella my dear, I am going to unlock the door now, and I need you to be calm."

"Fuck you",rang inside my head as I raised the lamp above me again. Adrenaline coursed through my body and I summoned every ounce of courage that I had. The door slowly opened and a short dark haired man appeared in front of me. I tried to bring the lamp down on his head, but he moved faster than I could react. The lamp was taken from me and thrown across the room before I had chance to even think. He reached a hand out to try and touch my face, but I dodged it and tried to get around him to the still open door. But he was somehow in front of me before I had even taken half a step. My heart was pounding in my my chest and it was all I could hear. For the first time I got a clear look at his face and gasped when I was confronted with blood red eyes looking back at me. He reached both his hands towards me, and I cowered away as he placed them on either side of my face. He didn't hurt me though, he just gently caressed my cheeks and neck with his thumbs.

"Oh Bella, such a feisty little one aren't you under that shy and quiet exterior. I knew you were special."

He slowly slid both his hands down my body and placed them on my back pulling me into an embrace. I was petrified and I stood stiffly in his arms, I felt like my heart would jump out of my chest it was beating so wildly.

"You're scared Bella, don't be. I'm about to give you a life you never thought possible. I love you, Bella, and I'm going to give you the world."

He ran his nose down my face and into the crook of my neck. He whispered in my ear, "Oh, you smell amazing, I am really going to enjoy this."

A/N - I know another cliffy :) But chapter 3 is well under way.

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