Chapter 5: The "Thrall" of it All

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Alice came tripping down the staircase, excited as all get out. "Edward, I've seen her. Bella is alive. She's being held in a house somewhere in the forest. I do believe it's right here in Washington."

"Are you certain?"

"Of course not, but if she ventures outside, maybe I could hazard a guess—you know, landmarks, that sort of thing.

"I did hear some running water nearby. We could scour all our hunting areas. I'll know when I see the place."

She yelled up the stairway, "Jas, get a move on, we're gonna search for Bella."

Jasper's voice rang out, "Comin', darlin'. I'll be with you directly."

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I went over to the Cullens' and started sniffin' around, but the trail was ice-cold. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my favorite blonde gliding toward me. Great! I guessed she wanted to exchange insults. Instead, she musta took pity on me, 'cuz she spilled the beans.

"I don't suppose my brother told you he's out searching for Bella."

"Searching?" Geez, I thought he had her tucked away somewhere safe.

"Yes, searching. Keep up, will you. Please? The plan was for her to stay in a motel in Phoenix, but the stupid girl took off without her bodyguards, and got herself kidnapped by a nomad tracker by the name of James."

"Whaaaaat?"

"You heard correctly."

At that news, I almost fell to my knees onto the ground, my face contorted in pain.

"I told him he needed to let you in on the big secret, but he never listens to me. Oh, nooo ... typical Edward. He always knows best."

My eyes were gettin' misty; I couldn't help it. Blondie saw it, and spit out, "Look, I know we don't always see eye to eye. If I want to be honest about it, we never see eye to eye. But, I am aware that you're in love with the girl too, although I can't really see the attraction. So, I just thought you should be aware of the situation."

Nearly chokin' on the words, I said, "Thanks, Blondie."

"You're welcome, Mutt. By the way, the name is Rosalie."

Pointin' to myself, I fired back, "Yeah, well, Jacob here."

I hung my head, trudging away from the mansion. What was I gonna do? My heart felt like it'd been smashed flat with a sledge hammer. How could that filthy tick let this happen? I wanted to howl 'til my throat hurt, but most of all, I wanted to rip the arrogant prick to bloody shreds. Oh right, he didn't have any blood. My anger suddenly flipped end over end landin' at Bella's doorstep. Goddammit, she knew what they were, and yet she continued to stay in their orbit like some gravity-stricken, little satellite. Okay ... so, my pack and I were shapeshifters, a different kind of monster, granted, but coooome- oooon, we didn't see her as a walkin', talkin' slurpee, for pete's sake. I got back on my bike, and drove home, wondering all the way, what I should do next.

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