Another nightmare.

One would think they would be over by now, that they would stop this mental torture in my head. But then again, one would also think the people holding me in a mettle cage would let me go. He never did, so all I did was sit, staring at the mettle bars around my cage. Waiting. Waiting for what, I don't really know. I liked to think I was just waiting for something good to happen.


"We didn't do this to you." It was the second black haired one this time, he was the one that mostly talked to me.

"I know."

"Than why won't you talk to us? We tried letting you out, we can't do that again."

I didn't respond, and just stared at the bars. I know they were trying to help me, I really did, but didn't they see I couldn't be helped?

He sat in silence before standing and making his way to the doors.

"Wait," I called in a small voice, making him turn towards me. "My name is Aurora... all of my family is dead, and I was kidnapped by a lunatic who bit me."

He half-smiled and nodded before heading upstairs.

After ten minutes of staring at the spot his dark form disappeared from view, I stood up and braced my hands on a familiar spot on the bars. Pulling as much as my strength would let, the bars still didn't move. Everyday, for the past month I had been trying to get the bars to break, but they wouldn't budge.

Blinking back tears I flopped on top of the dingy three inch mattress they had provided me with. The only person I could really stand were the two blondes that were about the same age as me. Logan and Katherine, the twins.

Katherine never really talked to me, she just sat there. But she had a vibe to her... like even though she never talked to you, you know you coud trust her.

I didn't remember what happened to me. I only had flashback. I remember a flash of teeth, pain in my arm and then a man talking when I woke up... I didn't know what he was saying though.

He let me go told e that I was a 'warning' to 'the pack'.

A few days later, Logan found me.