Kidnapped for Love

Chapter 5- Port Angeles

Edward's P.O.V.

Bella had agreed to go to the dance with me.

Bella had agreed to go to the dance with me.

Why did this make me so happy? I only did it so Bella would go buy a dress in Port Angeles, giving me a reason to take her there. According to Alice, she would get lost around sundown.

All I had to do was wait.

A duffle bag containing the chlorofom rag, spare clothes, and some food and drinks were in the trunk of the car I was bringing. I also had some spare clothes for myself in the front seat. Alice had told me that Bella would be wandering around lost, but with a dress and shoes in her hand, and warned me to take care of them. For what, I wasn't sure, but I wasn't going to argue with my sister.

When school ended the next day, I waited an hour before driving there, and finding a place to park under a shady tree. I kept watching Bella through Angela's thoughts, but I exited quickly when they were changing.

***

Sun down came quickly, and before I knew it, I was following Bella though a dark alley. She probably didn't know I was there, so I made my footsteps become louder. I heard her heart rate speed up and I knew she heard me.

As if she couldn't stand the suspense, she turned around.

"Edward? What are you doing here and why are you following me?" she asked bewildered.

A perfectly good question.

"I came for you."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Why?"

"You say that a lot don't you?"

She rolled her eyes and blushed.

My eyes became darker.

"Your eyes..." she trailed off.

I smiled a menacingly smile.

She seemed to understand now that she was in danger.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice breaking as I stalked forward.

"You'll see" was my response.

***

Bella's P.O.V.

I watched as he came forward, his coal eyes dangerous and frightening. I stepped backwords, only to smash my back on the wall.

He inched forward, something in his hand- I didn't want to know what it was.

"Please..."I begged, "Don't d-do th-this!"

"I'm sorry, but I have to," came his agonized voice.

He looked in pain, as if he was on fire.

He was suddenly in front of me, with his strong, pale arms around me. I was working up a scream but I knew no one would hear me.

What were the chances that about a mile away from where the tourists and shops were that they would hear a scream? And what were the odds that someone would have the bravery to see what was wrong?

Just as I opened my mouth, he covered it with a rag and I blanked out.

***

I was in a car, and I watched as the trees sped past, faster then normal. I looked at the fron of the car, to the speed meter, and saw we were over 100 miles per hour, but I couldn't find the strength to care.