Okay, so this is the sequel. Love the name… I'M ONLY WRITING ONE BECAUSE A CERTAIN GRACEFUL SHEEP THAT HAPPENS TO BE IRISH WAS THE SOUL PERSON WHO WROTE A REVIEW! HOBKNOCKERS!

What I'm going to do, is skip a preface, then

Write a little bit of the song "taking over me" along with some random Cullens…..

When the writing goes like this, it means It's Seth's subconscious. When it goes like this, It's Anya's. Thanks…..

SOOOOO….. ON WITH Chapter ONE!

You don't remember me but I, remember you,

I lie awake and try so hard, not to think of you.

PREFACE

Anya's POV:

Three years have come and gone.

My life had gone to a whole new level of low, and yet, I didn't care.

How could you care, when you had nothing to live for? This was my state of mind as I took another sip of whisky, hoping to nullify the ongoing battle inside my chest.

Pathetic. The vampire hissed as I became warmer from the boos, the heat spreading into my chapped fingers and toes, flowing into the hard dirt beneath them.

You're seventeen to this day, learn some dignity. I had started to age as I kept the wolf and vampire in check, though transformations sometimes took away the pain. Still, the battle kept on raging, both sides shoving for room, beginning to get stronger as I was forced to give ground. I couldn't hold on to myself for more than a couple of weeks, one of my eyes cherry red, the other woodsy blue. My skin was an unhealthy tan with a chalky pallor, and I had unpredictable spurts of blood-lust. Out here in this forest, away from humanity, I had to remain. Shudders rippled up my spine, a seconds warning for me to throw off my clothes, and tie them to my ankle.

The wolf exploded, fangs and white coat, bones bending to its will. My emotions were lost in a sea of survival instincts.

My head threw itself back, a howl of anguish climbing from my chest to balefully console the full moon.

Tears slid from one crimson eye, and one gold.

Seth's POV:

I lay in my bed, once rumpled and un-kept, now obsessively neat and unslept in. I felt…… nothing. Literally nothing, no hate, no sadness….. no bitterness.

I could remember her face, her lips on my forehead, her tears when we found out that we had imprinted. My tears when she left.

I sighed, rubbing one hand over my face, the face that seemed to have changed from a heartbroken teen to an even more heartbroken seventeen year old. I kept phasing, over the littlest things, so I didn't age.

She would be my age now, I realized, the familiar sense of something that was but not quite pain settling into my stomach.

She had taken even that from me.

Jacob howled, but instead of "leaping" into action, I rolled over, flicking off the light. I couldn't phase, even if I had wanted to. Th phasing was responsible for my non-anguish.

Eddie's POV:

It was like watching a zombie movie from the 90's. All of the wolves ran from Seth like he was cursed, and by his expression and thoughts, he was.

Dark, bruise-like shadows under his eyes made the usual shine in their darkness now seem haggard and confused. His hair was unwashed, he hadn't changed clothes in months, even Alice had started to lose hope.

My thoughts drew to his, and they were bad. Can't remember, feels wrong…… did I love her? Did she love me? Or were we friends? Of course love, but why did she leave? All a lie?

I waited at the edge of Quileute territory, hoping to talk to him.

Slowly, his shell came loping towards me, not really seeing.

" Seth?" I called quietly his blank face raised slowly to meet my eyes.

I was overcome by memories of Bella when I had left, eyes broken, holding herself together.

" Seth, don't do this to yourself, please." My voice barely registered in his head.

My fault. Can't remember, Edward, mouth moving, no sound……

He was one of my friends, and I couldn't get through to him.

" We need to find Anya." And for the first time in three years, I saw something spark in that boys eyes.

Anya's POV:

I woke in the gutter of a small village, clothes torn and bloody, the iron substance permanently stained into my skin. People passed without glancing at my ragged appearance, used to people being dead in the streets. I was somewhere in Africa, it seemed by the colour of the skin. Here, I would stand out. Standing, I saw a place that sold alcohol.

Buying a bottle of brandy, I sat outside on the heated rough road, and drank.

Carlisle's POV:

" So, Edward and Bella will take the western half of north America, Jasper and Alice will take the Eastern. I and Esme will take eastern South America, and Rosalie and Emmet will take western south America. The wolves can split with whoever they choose."

They all nodded at my strategy to get her back, Alice already searching for possible outcomes. Her murmurs were tightly wound.

" I don't think we'll find anything, Carlisle might, Edward and Bella might, Rosalie and Emmet definitely won't." When she opened her eyes, they were frustrated.

" Anya doesn't care where she ends up, so I can't really see anything solid."

Edward's voice was hollow as he responded from the couch.

" It's not that. She can't control where she ends up, her transformations are taking over."