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Summary:
When the Cullen brothers come across an injured Bella on the side of the road, they take her home to care for her. They quickly realize that she is their soul mate and will do anything to protect her. And they'll never let her go. J/E/B/E


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3. Not That Electric Feel

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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Weird, huh?

A/N I'm dedicating this to all of my readers. Thank you!

I should be updating frequently. I knew even before I started this story where I was going with it and all the ins and outs of it. It's just a matter of typing and keeping up my motivation. Hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 3 – Not That Electric Feel

There was something to be said about rebellion. It can be the bravest thing you ever do. It can also be the dumbest thing you ever do. It can define you. It can free you.

It can kill you.

Bella liked to think that she was brave and strong in her rebellion. She told herself that no matter what, it was worth it. And it was. Maybe she'd end up dead in a ditch with her heart carved out, but at least she'd go down fighting. And she'd been fighting for so long. She was tired now. She couldn't recall the last time she felt peace in her life. She was like an abused dog: she didn't trust anyone, she was always on edge with her teeth bared and her claws sharpened, and she ran like the wind when danger presented itself. If the wind had a limp and a talent for falling, of course.

She'd never been terribly strong or powerful, physically speaking. But it was and always had been her biggest goal to keep her head on straight. If there's one thing you don't want to lose, it's your mind.

Too bad life kept throwing these gigantic rocks at her. Actually, it was more like hurling. Seriously, she had only just escaped one bad guy and now life had almost literally handed her over to three more. The universe hated her. God hated her. It was her against them. Further proof? She was injured, couldn't defend herself, and what chance did she have against three grown men?

She didn't even make it to the front door. The big one with the curly hair and massive muscles swung her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. And, considering those impressive and rather scary muscles, she probably didn't take that much effort to lift.

She knew she had made a mistake. There were three of them, one of her. It wasn't fair.

The big gorilla man plopped her onto a couch in what she assumed was the living room.

Then they stood in front of her, forming a half-circle. Heated gazes from fuming men met her when she looked up. Bella knew what it was like to be looked upon unkindly, but she wasn't sure if this was the same. They were ticked, that much was obvious. The blonde one, especially. Who the hell were these guys? She considered that they might be involved in sex slavery. Perhaps they just hated women. Maybe they were cannibals. Or, you know, not. The big one did look like he could eat a horse, though.

The one with the funky hair stepped forward, and she flinched, despite her best intentions not to. He paused mid-step, furrowing his brow.

Blondie had his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed the angriest. The others at least had a kind of softness about them. This one looked like he'd never smiled in his whole life.

She should really put some names to their faces. It wouldn't do to yell at them and call them "Gorilla Man" or "Funky Hair Dude."

Maybe if she was nice they wouldn't hurt her right now. She could be nice.

The one with the crazy hair touched her cheek then, startling her. "Love, I know you're confused, but you are safe. You don't need to run. We're not going to hurt you." He smiled, one of those crooked grins that were supposed to melt panties and stop traffic. Bella just blinked at him. His smile faltered.

"Who are you?" She asked, happy that her voice came out strong and confident, which was all that she could hope for.

He grinned again, relieved that they were finally getting somewhere. "Edward. Edward Cullen. Pleasure to meet you." She peered around at the other two, raising her eyebrows in question.

The big one answered first. "Emmett Cullen, the good-looking one." He winked. She tried not to snort.

Then there was the intimidating blonde one with the intense blue eyes. She didn't trust blue eyes.

She waited for him to say something. Instead, he continued burning holes into her face, as if it didn't get enough attention earlier.

"Jasper Cullen." He stated, not an ounce of warmth in him, she was sure.

So they were all related? Brothers, perhaps, though they all appeared different, save for the pale skin and a certain likeness in the bone structure.

"And you, darling?" Jasper demanded. They wanted to know her name. Part of her thought they already knew who she was and were only messing with her. Her first assumption was that they were in league with him, but it was possible that they honestly were innocent in all of this. Well, for the most part. She didn't get why they were keeping her there and calling her "love" and "darling" and all that nonsense. It was creepy and made absolutely no sense. They weren't normal, whatever "normal" was, and she was pretty sure she didn't want to find out just how much sanity they were lacking.

The last thing she required in life was a set of dangerous men with mental problems. But it seemed that's what they were.

"Well? You don't need to be shy, love." Edward said, chuckling. She was so adorable, so shy, and so bad at hiding it. He already loved her.

With a cough, she answered. "Bella."

"Perfect." Edward said. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." God that was cheesy. Bella would bet anything that he had a book of bad pick-up lines memorized in that head of his.

Jasper advanced, much to her chagrin. He hated her, she could tell. Then he sat down right next to her with barely an inch between them. She averted her eyes to the floor, not wanting to be burned by that severe gaze. Did he ever let up?

"Well, darling," he said, "now that we've been properly introduced, I think it's time we talked." Bella prepared herself for the worst. "Why did you run?" Bella snapped her head towards him, taken aback by the question.

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't I run? That's a stupid question, you know." She would be the first to admit that, on occasion, she spoke before she thought. Sometimes she filtered nothing and it got her into trouble. From the bemused expression on his face, she knew this was one of those times. He was not a happy man.

"Stupid?" He bit out. "I think it's a perfectly appropriate question, and one that you would be wise to answer." He was in her face now, but she didn't want to be a coward. She didn't want to back down and have him win.

He wore a hard mask. People often thought he was unfeeling and cold. He hated scaring her, sure. But she was being irrational and ridiculous. He understood that she was still upset from whatever had happened to her before, but that was no excuse to be insulting.

"Hmm, let's see," Bella said, letting her anger get the best of her, "why would I possibly even dream of running? Well, darling, for a start, I woke up in a strange house on a strange bed with only a shirt on. Where's my underwear, you sick pervert? Oh, and then you're calling me shit like "sweetheart" and "love" as if we're lovers or something!" We soon will be, they thought, "I don't know you! I don't want to know you. I want to leave, preferably without being manhandled."

Bella wasn't overly optimistic about getting what she wanted, but she had to try. It was a bold statement, and maybe a tad foolish.

Jasper did something disturbing then. He smiled. Not a happy smile, rather a you-have- another-thing-coming smile.

"Darling, I think you hit your head. You don't know what you're saying." Jasper cupped her chin in his hand. She cringed, but his hold was strong. "We call you love and darling and sweetheart because youare our love."

Bella frowned. What did that mean, exactly? It sounded bad. And he hated her. There was no love to be declared.

Jasper noted her confusion. "Don't you feel it, Bella?" Edward and Emmett listened intently. This was the moment they'd been waiting for.

"Feel what?"

"The electricity."

"I don't understand…"

"We're destined to be together, Bella. You're ours and we're yours." Bella's eyes widened in fear. He ran his fingers through her long strands. "We love you, Bella. You love us, too. Just relax and let us take care of you. We've been waiting for you. You have no idea how happy we are that you're here, even if the circumstances are bad. But we'll deal with that soon enough." He glowered at the thought of the man who struck his Bella, but collected himself just as quickly, remembering the blessing that came to them that night. "We can all be happy now. No more waiting for forever."

Keep waiting, buddy! 'Cause I'm not your love! Ugh.

Bella's mind was in disarray. They were crazy. Or on drugs. Bad either way. She needed to think fast and diffuse the situation, put him off, somehow convince him that she wasn't their…love or whatever he claimed. That was definitely the strangest thing she had ever heard.

"Umm…no, no that's not right. Aside from the fact that's it's, um, impossible for four people to be in the same…relationship…you're too old for me." Okay, that was a lie. She was eighteen. Legal, but young, very young, and although she didn't know their ages, she was sure they were a few good years older. Bella prayed that the age thing would deter them. Alright, so some people were perverts who only liked minors, but there were also people who liked their lovers experienced. Personally, she thought that was disgusting. Sex in general was nasty to her, but if they believed that she couldn't sexually satisfy them, maybe they'd rethink this whole "destiny" bullshit. But they probably wouldn't. Didn't most men like the whole innocent virgin persona?

None of the Cullens looked fazed. "How old are you, baby?" Stop with the nicknames already!

"Seventeen, just." She lied. Edward was knelt in front of her, too close, in her opinion. Emmett stayed back, she noticed, grateful that one of them was being respectful.

"That's okay. You're not a little girl. Even if you were, we'd wait." Edward informed her.

Sick, sick men. In the back of her mind, Bella wondered if there were hidden cameras around the house. This was all so out there, so bizarre and unlikely. How could they be serious?

She was so preoccupied with her horror that she almost failed to realize that Jasper was leaning in towards her.

He was going to kiss her!

"No!" Bella pushed him away, disgusted and pissed off. How dare he!

Jasper was shocked, but that didn't stop him from trying again.

"Jazz, back off."

Bella looked over at Emmett. He was defending her.

Jasper stood up, angry. "I'm allowed to kiss my woman if I want to, Emmett. Don't tell me what to do."

"Get over here." Emmett hissed, gesturing to the room next to them. Jasper nodded, tightening his jaw, and signaling Edward to watch Bella and make sure she didn't run again.

Jasper hated being ordered around.

Emmett cornered him. "She's not ready, Jazz. For God's sake, give her time! She's scared and she doesn't know us. Look at it from her point of view. A bunch of guys telling her that they're destined soul-mates and she basically has no choice? We don't know what she's been through, but we do know that she's traumatized, and forcing yourself on her won't help."

Jasper clenched his fists. "But I told her that we'll protect her and that she's safe. It's not supposed to go this way. She's supposed to love us back, not reject us, even if it is a peculiar situation. She must have felt the connection. She had to! We did. I'm sick of waiting, Emmett. I've been waiting for almost twenty-seven years and I can't wait much longer now that we've actually got her, now that she's actually in our own home."

Emmett rubbed his forehead, stressed, which was quite unusual for the typically carefree man. "Man, forcing her won't make her love us. It'll make her hate us. So do us all a favor and cool it. She'll be ready for us eventually, okay? Have a little fucking patience. She's worth it."

Jasper narrowed his eyes, considering what his brother said. He conceded. "I thought I was the older one."

Emmett snorted. "Nah, I'm older. And more mature."

Jasper snickered. "Sure. Whatever you say." He got serious then. "Do you think she'll try to leave again? She knows we're the good guys."

"I wouldn't be surprised. She doesn't trust us." Emmett sighed. "We have to find out what happened to her and who hurt her."

Jasper nodded. "And kill the fucker."

"Totally. Are we good?"

"Yeah, it's not gonna be easy, though."

"I get that. I want to kiss her into oblivion, too, and get her naked as soon as possible, but I guess I'll just have to be my amazing self and wait for all that good stuff."

Edward stared at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. It was disconcerting. Bella scooted as far away from him as she could, not wanting to offend him, but wanting to prevent any more attacks on her lips.

She eyed Jasper warily when he came back in with Emmett. This time he sat at the far end of the couch, giving her enough space to not feel threatened. Whatever Emmett said must have gotten through.

"I'm sorry about that." Jasper said. "It's just hard to resist you when you're right there. But," he leaned closer, "you do know that I'd never hurt you, right darling?"

"Sure." Bella agreed, though she certainly did not know that. Freak. They kept saying they'd never hurt her, and that just made her think that they would. They weren't very good at persuasion.

Bella decided to be nice, acknowledging that it would do her no good to antagonize these men. If they behaved themselves, then so would she.

And there was always that small chance that they would forget this whole love nonsense.

"You bandaged me." She said, fingering the bandages plastered to her wounds. "Thank you."

There, that wasn't hard now, was it? Sweeten them up and they'll go easy.

The brothers smiled. "You're welcome, Bella." Jasper smirked. "Can I ask you a question?"

Bella nodded, somewhat reluctant, but glad that he wasn't being as demanding as before.

"Why didn't you want to go to the hospital?"

Oh. Bad question. She shifted in her seat. "Um…you know…"

"No, we don't. We were really worried, but the idea of taking you there seemed to scare you, so we decided we could handle it here. Why does it scare you?"

Bella fiddled with her fingers. Could she trust them? Probably not, but if they were lying, now was the time to find out.

"He…he works there. James, I mean."

James. The name sent a jolt of rage through them. This James prick was her boyfriend, and a doctor.

"He's a doctor?" Edward asked.

Bella nodded. "You really don't know him?" She was still suspicious.

"No, should we?" That was Emmett, who was honestly confused by the question.

"And me. You've never seen or heard of me before? You don't know James, never met him? Neither of us?"

"Of course not." The men frowned. They would have remembered meeting her, or simply seeing her.

Bella let out a sigh of relief. They were telling the truth, as far as she could tell. They may be freaks, but at least they weren't friends of James.

She wanted nothing more than to leave at that moment. She didn't want to talk about this, about him. And they'd want to know, because it was only natural to be curious.

She had to try to get out of there. The longer she stayed the more likely she would be found.

And the Cullens were still a bunch of weirdoes.

"Can I leave now?"

Jasper's eyes darkened. She was being unreasonable again. "No."

Tears welled in Bella's eyes. "Why? You can't keep me here! I can go if I want to."

"No you can't."

"I'm not a prisoner! Let me go. You're not allowed to keep me here against my will."

"Yes we can. We're helping you and you fucking belong here. Where are you planning on going, anyway?" Jasper grabbed her by the shoulders. "Back to him? Is that what you want? You want to go back to the bastard who did this to you? Well, guess what? You can forget your boyfriend, Bella. No one who treats their woman like that deserves to live. And you're ours, got that?"

Bella was silent a moment, tears streaming down her face. "He's not my boyfriend." She whispered.

"Oh yeah, than what is he?"

"He's my dad."