Nightmares and Recovery

VI

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. This chapter will be the Captor's P.O.V. and thoughts. Keep in mind, this chapter is around the third day when Natasha escaped. So, roughly during the snowstorm. 

Captor's P.O.V.
I left her in the cabin. I went to the store for more materials. The store was at least nine miles heading towards the outskirts of Toronto, Canada. With no choice, I went to the store. While at the store, I bought more materials. Outside, snow was falling down really hard. I couldn't go back to the cabin now in this weather. I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning. I went to the nearest hotel to get some sleep.

I woke up at dawn. I went a diner called Owen and Jim's for breakfast. The blonde waitress sat me down in the booth next to the window. Once I ordered my food, and something for To-Go, the waitress left. Looking out the window, it was still snowing.

Almost two days til our anniversary. The anniversary where I saved her.

I need her to be healthy. I think to myself.

The waitress came back with my food. After my meal, I took my car heading home. While driving on the empty road, I smelled something. The scent caused my nails to grow and pierce the wheel. Slamming the brakes, I exited the car. The scent was carrying me over an area on the side of the road. The road was blocked off by sheriffs and mountain rangers. 

 Getting into my car, I made a U-Turn. Heading to my place in another direction. Something within me began to stir. It felt wrong. Unnatural even. I pulled up in the driveway of my medium sized house. In the garage, a steel door came in my view. Her room. I unlocked the door. A faint smell of her scent pounded my nose instantly. 

"Natasha?!" I called.

No answer.

I walked in her room where I stepped on some glass pieces near her bed area. The wind from the broken window...well smashed window. Her blood was encased on the glass. 

I headed outside where I picked up her scent to where the sheriff were there examining the scene. This scene is about two or three miles away from my house. 

She must've got hit by a car. 

She's far away from me now. 

I calmly walked towards the sheriffs. They saw me coming, one of them walked to me with a look of privy written all over her face. Her hair was wavy and brunette. But she was not Natasha.

My Natasha. 

"What Happened? Did someone get hurt?" I sounded concerned. 

The female Sheriff nodded but gave me a reassuring smile. 

"I doubt it. The person must've been out here over the past few two days. No clue where the person is though." She replied. 

I nodded at her statement but internally I wanted to slash her throat. 

I wanted to kill something or someone. 

"Well thank you, Sheriff." I said to her walking away. 

I walked back to the house in intense anger. My claws grew longer until they couldn't anymore. Without any thought, I destroyed the walls, the sofas, the chairs....anything I could get my claws into. But it was the same though....I couldn't take my anger out on anyone. On her. 

"Mark my words, Natasha. I will find you again. And this time......."

I flexed my claws in and out on her picture at the County Fair, those years ago when I took her. The first time I saved her.

I swiped at the image, creating a jagged lines across her face and body. 

"You will never escape from me again."

I raised up my claws in front of my face while grinning. 

A/N: Hope you'd enjoyed this chapter! I will update the next one soon or later. 

For now, Have a good day/night!!

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