okay, you must all really hate me by now. I'm really sorry its taken so long to update but I couldn't figure out how exactly to make Emily's escape work and since nothing was coming to me I was kina put down and that made it harder to write. So, again, sorry... and here's the next chapter. Hope you all like it, let me know. And thanks to everyone who's been reviewing, you're all great and I love you. Soooooo, enjoy!

Chapter 4 (really a continuation of chapter 3)

Emily's POV

After Alice and Edward had left, my mind went back to a much less– sane state. I think the only reason I had been sane at all when they were with me was because nothing about them had really pushed my animalistic senses into overdrive; things like their absence of a heart beat and deliciously rushing blood had made me thoughtful and curious rather than hungry. I didn't really know what to make of them. I knew they weren't human, that was as obvious to me as a blood stain on a white shirt, so then what the freaking hell were they?

The door opened, pulling me out of my thoughts, and a nurse came in with a needle(a very large needle I might add)in hand and some sort of cart–thing she was dragging along behind her. I didn't get a very good look at the cart before the huge–ass needle was thrust into my arm and its contents injected into my veins. I growled a little as the sensation that was becoming horribly familiar spread through my body and I lost consciousness.

When I awoke some time later I wasn't quite as hungry as I thought I'd be. Which was strange seeing as I hadn't eaten in so long, though it wouldn't have been nearly as bad if I was a normal human being–which clearly I wasn't. My throat felt weird too, raw and scratchy and dry like something had been shoved down it...and like I hadn't eaten a proper meal in along time(which I hadn't). My limbs kept twitching and jerking, I needed to get up and move around, stretch my muscles. I was practically swimming in discomfort, and I was extremely pissed.

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It had been at least a couple of weeks since I my odd conversation with Alice and Edward, I had almost forgotten about them, my mind slipping as it was deeper and deeper into insanity. I even started having these episodes where the thing inside me would start squirming and twisting and I'd freak out and start screaming and convulsing, pulling at the bonds that held me to the bed, desperate to get out, to be free again. I was starting to think I would never get out, though I had some little voice at the back of my mind telling me everything would be okay, that I would get out, that there was someone who was going to help me get out, that I just had to be a bit more patient and I would be free again.

Finally, on a day that I was particularly twitchy, Alice slid gracefully into my room. For a second I didn't recognize her, but when she spoke her voice triggered my memory.

"Good morning," she said, smiling brightly. "How are you feeling today?"

I groaned.

"Not particularly sane I see." Was her response. "I'm sorry I haven't come to visit you this past month, me and my family have been busy figuring out how best to go about getting you out of here without anyone being suspicious of us."

Alice glided over to me and cocked her head to the side, smiling softly at me. She reached out a hand to stroke my cheek.

"Don't worry," she said, " we've already decided on a plan."

"Really?" I whispered this so I wouldn't make the thing inside me squirmy, but it still squirmed a little.

"Yep," she replied. "And we've decided that tonight's the night."

Alice turned and headed for the door, "I'll see you later!" she called over her shoulder before the door closed behind her and she was gone, and the room was plunged into silence. Tonight's the night she'd said, they were getting me out tonight? Well it's about freaking time! I thought.

And so I waited....and waited....and waited some more. How long had I been waiting? When were they coming? It seemed like it had been days since I'd spoken to Alice.

"It's only been a few hours." Said a voice from the foot of the bed. I jumped.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." Edward said as he suddenly appeared by my head, a second later he was lifting me off of the bed and into his arms as if I only weighed 10 pounds. Had he broken the bonds that held me to the bed?

"Yes," he responded to my thought. I looked up at him questioningly. "We'll explain later."

And then suddenly we were out in the hall and Edward had swung me onto his back. "Hold on tight." He whispered to me over his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and secured my legs around his waist. I had to shut my eyes tightly to protect them from the glaring lights overhead.

"3...2...1" he said, and on "1" I felt the lights go out. I looked up and thought what was that? "A distraction." And, as if on que, a patient's screech cut through the still air like a knife, causing another patient to scream, then another.

Well, that'll certainly keep everyone busy for a while. I thought. Edward chuckled and then we were flying down the hall. What the– then I realized that we weren't flying, Edward was running! We dodged around doctors as they rushed down the hallways and after seconds we burst through the doors to the asylum and out into the fresh night air.

Edward skidded gracefully to a stop by a black Mercedes and I slid off his back. Sucking in a deep breath I caught the scent of a racoon and was about to take off to hunt for it, but Edward held me back.

"We don't have time for that now," he said as he pushed me gently into the backseat of the car. "You can hunt when we get back to my house."

Alice(who I'd just noticed was in the driver's seat)stepped on the gas as Edward appeared in the front passenger seat. I was flung against the seat back as the car lurched forward and we sped off down the road away from that hell–hole and to my freedom.

Well, folks, that's the end of chapter 3. I hoped you all liked it, like I said in the beginning, please review and let me know what ya think.

~Shaenie Cullen