If you returned after receiving an update, thanks for popping back in. Genuinely hope things have worked out well for you. It's almost 10 years since we last saw each other.

The Underground

Chapter 2

He closed the door behind me and rushed to his side. I thought of opening it and running away, but I was sure he could stop me before I lifted my hand from my lap. He was onto me as soon as I moved slightly before. And he had threatened Charlie who could be here any moment.

I couldn't understand. How did he do that to the rock?

He got into the driver's seat in one fluid motion, awakened the car, the stereo turning on, and drove it onto the road, his hand moving faster than my eyes could follow. Clair De Lune played; the circumstances turned the beautiful and calming composition into ambient music of a horror movie. That and him reaching the other side of the speedometer made my stomach shrivel up and shy away.

I was tense, sitting in the passenger seat, only a foot away from Edward. My ki- the one who kidnapped me.

It was hard to say. I never thought it would happen to me. It was a hard pill to swallow. What hurt was that I never had a chance. He was inhuman; I don't know what he was. There was nothing I could do.

His knuckles were white from how tightly he gripped the steering wheel. I sat with my arms around me, trying really hard to remain calm and levelheaded.

Every now and then, he would look over to me. Each time I felt like I was beyond exposed, like my skin was peeled off.

"Don't be so afraid. I'm not…I'm not going to kill you." He said calmly. His voice was…beautiful. Attractive, even. Soft, and rumbly. He sounded so sincere that I almost believed for a second that he actually meant it.

"Y-you hesitated there," I said voice wavering. He chuckled softly as if I was purposefully making the joke.

"I did, but I meant what I said."

I suppose back when we were both in school, I thought he was every girl's dream. It was a fleeting thought, a thought that escaped his frightening glares. I wish I could have too.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked softly.

"Please keep quiet." He nearly growled. I knew that was that, that I shouldn't ask or at least refrain from pushing his buttons. I took a deep breath through my nose and let it out slowly through my mouth. Don't cry, don't cry, don't-

"Can you not do that?!" He yelled. He rolled down the windows, the cold wind purging the car of my breath. I stared in shock. One second, he was 'normal', and the next he was furious.

"I need you to please, be quiet, still, and not breathe like that. Do you think you can handle that?!" He nearly yelled. I bit my lip, tears beginning to form. I nodded unsure how possible it was to satisfy those demands.

"I need to keep a clear head and it's difficult enough as it is with you so close. My mind is full of your scent." He said more calmly but I got the feeling he was disgusted with me or hated me. I swear, it was as if he had multiple personalities. It was giving me whiplash. I even wanted to apologize but I stayed quiet.

No. I won't apologize. I won't victimize myself.

He drove at six times the speed limit for what felt like forever, using backroads through the forest, 'til we got to a waterside town. There, he put us on a car ferry to Coupeville, according to the PA announcement. I had no idea where that was or what direction. It was dark by now.

Along the way, he asked if I had my phone- I left it in my room- and watched me closely to see if I was telling the truth. He pulled his out and turned it off, then put it back in his jacket pocket. I knew phones were traceable (not sure if when it was off too), and I didn't think he was ignorant to that fact. Did he want to get caught?

A part of me hoped he was that stupid.

Either way, it didn't matter, anyway. I was being taken to a second location and that meant I would die. I tried to convince myself that I technically wasn't entirely sure I wouldn't have a chance to escape, but...did it? Did it not matter? Was it irrelevant? Would he keep it long enough to get caught? Or... did he keep it because he didn't care if it was traced? My fear returned.

He continued driving, across another large river- a bay, I guess- and drove through another large patch of forest.

As it started to get dark, the temperature dropped dramatically. The moment I shivered in my long sleeve, Edward shed his jacket and pushed it towards me. Confused but thinking I should take it in case he got mad, I took it and put it on. I curled up in the seat, not caring about the expensive leather, and kept looking out the window.

He drove too fast for me to read the signs on the road, so I wasn't really optimistic about finding my way back or sure where he was heading, but I knew he was covering a lot of ground. At around 11 pm, I was struggling to keep my eyes open.

I was startled awake by a hot bag that landed on my lap.

"Eat." He said plainly. I groaned slightly, moving into a sitting position as started up the car. I was confused with what landed on my lap but unwrapped the tasty-smelling bag. It was breakfast. A full breakfast with scrambled eggs and bacon. I quickly grabbed the plastic fork as my stomach grumbled to start eating.

He just sat there quietly in the driver's seat, half staring at me, half occupied with his thoughts or plan. Why was he feeding me if he was going to kill me? Was this some sort of joke? A last meal?

I slowed down, the feeling of food in my mouth now turning my stomach. I sniffled, trying to keep my cries quiet.

How could I let Charlie know I was here? I wanted him to save me...

...

"Why are you crying." He asked flatly.

"Why do you care."

"It's not that I don't-We need to set some ground rules and that's what we're going to do right now." He said, determined to keep me 'in line'.

"There will be no crying, no talking unless spoken to. No questions, no answers if I don't feel like it no matter how many times you ask." It sounded to me like they were rules intended for himself. He's inexperienced, that much is clear. Maybe I can use that-

"You're going to do exactly as I say, and pretend you're my girlfriend and we're on holiday understand?" He said, eyes black. When his eyes are black I really shouldn't cause trouble.

"You better be a good actress."

I wiped the traces of tears away, sniffing, trying to get myself together. At the end of the road was a Cabin Inn. Are we finally stopping?

"Let's go." He practically dragged me out of the car. I lost my footing on the rocks.

"Watch where you're going." He growled when I almost fell.

"If you get a cut, god help you."

He put his arm around my waist and pushed me forward. It was sunny but the sun didn't shine down because of the abundance of branches and leaves. The bell attached to the door rang as we came in.

"Hi, how ya doin', how can I help you?" Said the mature woman behind the counter. I looked around but there weren't many brochures or flyers that could help me figure out where I was.

"Well, thank you. Do you have any vacancies?" He said charmingly. I almost glared at him.

"We sure do. Would you like a two bed or a one bed?"

"One." This time I did look at him. He had a pleasant smile on his face like we really were on holiday. He pulled me in closer as a warning.

"Alrighty, I need to see some ID please before registering you."

"No problem. We're only here for the weekend," He said, feigning pleasant conversation as he pulled them out. He must have taken mine from my wallet. Charlie said to always carry it in case I was ever stopped by the police. It was more trouble not having one to show when asked.

"Ah, a little holiday for you two love birds eh?"

"A happy wife is a happy life." He nudged me. I let out an awkward laugh.

"You have quite the looker," She said to me.

"Aren't I lucky," I respond.

"So, that would be two days, yes? Alrighty...Here are your keys and everything's been turned on. You're free to use the appliances, though food isn't included. But we have a little sit-down cafe here if you prefer that," She said with a big smile.

"I understand, thank you very much."

"Thank you."

"It'll be a miracle if anyone marries you," I mumbled as soon as we were out.

"I know. Get in the car." He waited until I got in. I didn't think he'd hear me, let alone agree. Then again, his parents were married and his siblings were together. He was the only one alone.

I cannot believe it took THIS long to figure out how to take out the Canadian detour out from the failed first try and seamlessly smooth it out, because the next part is kind of essential. I also just liked a lot of the original dialogue and wanted to keep it. They could have ended up anywhere with Edward's endless driving but I've decided to make up a city because I can't decide where to land them and I'd like for their destination to have an interesting name. Forgive any oddities.

PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ANY COMMENTS. I really love them and I actually want them, but my relationship with my hobby has been harmed because of my desire to make people happy but it's crickets here. Even if you can't understand, please don't leave any comments. Though you should keep unnecessary and ill comments to yourself, I suppose they're fine.

Lieu De Paix is a long one I recently did, check it out if you'd like. It was once well-loved, long ago.