Author's Note:

Hey guys! It's me again. Well you guys didn't seem to hate the story. But I guess I'll never know since you guys didn't review! :( Well I'm updating again since I'm currently very bored. Please, PLEASE, review! It would honestly help me become a better writer, no matter how cheesy that sounds. And I've decided to change the POV to first person. I know, I know! I just thought first person would fit the story better! I'll edit the first chapter later. P.S. I know there were a few grammar and spelling mistakes in the last chapter. But I'll try better next time. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Host or any of its characters. I can only hope to be as good as Stephanie Meyer one day. *sigh*

I could hear voices. They were just above the surface, but I couldn't swim to the top. I was drowning. I held onto the voices like they were my life line. I tried to move my hands, to blink, to do anything that would alert them to my awareness. But I couldn't move. Then I heard another voice join the others. A familiar one. One I had heard everyday.

"KYLE!!!" I tried to scream. My mouth wouldn't move. Then my mind alerted me to another presence. Ian. That was my last thought before the darkness dragged me under once more.

I stirred, feeling comfortable and warm. I snuggled closer to the warmth, feeling more rested than I had in months. Then I jolted awake. I had heard Ian and Kyle. Or was it just a hallucination caused by dehydration and starvation? A hope I wanted to cling onto while on death's doorstep? Was I dead right now?

I scanned my surroundings, half sure I was dead. I was situated in a cot in what appeared to be a make shift infirmary. For a moment I panicked. What if the souls had found me? They didn't search out that far usually, but anything was possible. Then I noticed the cave walls and relaxed momentarily. Souls would never take a person near death to a infirmary located in caves; they would drive the person to the nearest hospital. But if the souls hadn't found me, who had? Just then a man entered. He was built tall and had a skinny hair. His hair appeared to be blonde, but under closer examination I identified it as a light brown. As my examination wandered up to his eyes, I realized they were looking straight at me. I cringed back.

The man walked towards me in slow steps as if I was a scared animal. I might as well have been.

"Hannah? Don't be scared honey. I'm Doc. I helped heal you after the others found you in the desert. I'm human, just like you honey. Look. Look at my eyes." He pulled out a flashlight and shined it into his eyes, and confirmed his human status.

"Wha-" I started, but my voice cracked as if it hadn't been used in a long time. I started again. "What is this place? Who are you? Where am I?" My voice started borderlining on hysterical at the end of my outburst. "Is Kyle here?" My voice was so small, I wasn't sure he heard me.

Doc smiled at me. "Don't worry Hanah, Kyle and Ian are both here. They're coming. They'll explain everything. While we're here, is there anything I can get you?"

I started to say no, but my stomach growled in protest. Doc smiled wider.

"Some food would be nice," I admitted. He busier himself brining me a tray. He placed in front of me and watched as I picked off small pieces of bread and ate them. We continued like that until we heard footsteps outside the hallway. Then Kyle was in the doorway.

"Kyle!" I cried, throwing myself into his arms. Tears streamed down my face. "Kyle, Kyle, Kyle..." I kept repeating his name over and over, as if I stopped he would disappear. buried my face into his neck.

"Hey Angel. I'm right here. I've got you. I'm not letting you go." I don't know how long we stood there, in each other's arms, sobbing together. Then a commotion behind us had me looking over Kyle's shoulder to see a short girl with black hair. Jodi? She let out a whimper and ran down the hallway. Before I could say anything, Kyle muttered a curse under his breath and stared after the girl with a look of pain.

But then he turned back to Doc before I could confirm it.

"Thank you for looking after her Doc. It means a lot." Then, turning to me, he said, "Come on Hannah, let's take you to Ian."

"Ian?" I said, my voice cracking. Everyone was here. Was it possible that Mom and Dad were here too? "Mom and Dad?"

Kyle looked away and replied, "Only Ian." I would have cried if I had any tears left.

Kyle led me down a maze of hallways. We had passed what seemed to be a big tavern full of people, where we received curious stares. I pulled myself closer to Kyle. We finally escaped all the curious stares as we took another turn. Then suddenly we were in a hallway with make shift doors. He led me down to one, and knocked on it quietly.

The door opened and I was face to face with my brother. I jumped into his arms and pulled him close to me, holding him close to my trembling body. There were tears streaming down his face as we both shook. Then we were both enveloped by Kyle's arms as he held both of us. Ian was the first to pull away.

"Come on in Hannah. We've got a lot to tell you." Inside there was one matress and on it sat a girl with flowing blond hair.

"Wanda, this is Hannah. It might be best if you left while we explained stuff to her." The girl smiled and upturned her head. I gasped as shock shot through my body. I put my arms around Kyle and held onto him. The girl was a soul. My brother had a soul in his room. I could feel myself hyperventilating.

The girl- no the soul's- face turned to one of concern and she said, "Yes it would be best if I left," in her musical voice. She got up and skirted around us to the door. It didn't skip my notice to see the look of adoration on Ian's face as he stared at her back. Adoration? For a soul? The same one who took over our planet?

Ian pulled me down onto the bed and held me against his chest as if I was a breakable portcelein doll. And he started the story. I didn't interrupt once. I listened to him explain the struggles they faced in the caves, finding Wanda, having other's accept her. The only time I did stop him was when he explained his love for her.

"But how is that possible. You are from different species. She's a soul."

He replied, "She's one of us now. She's a soul gone native. She belongs here." Even I couldn't protest against that. "Please try to accept her, Hannah, please," Ian pleaded with me.

I sighed. "I will try. For you." He smiled and ruffled my hair, continuing with the story. At the end, we sat there, the obvious relief hanging in the air. I took the time to study them both. They look more grown up from the last time I saw them. More masculine. Then again, it had been three years since I saw them.

"So sis, what have you been up to for the last three years?" Kyle asked. A shout arouse from the hallway before I could reply.

"Shit!" A masculine voice swore. It was a type of voice teenage boys had. Masculine yet boyish. Kyle and Ian rolled their eyes.

"Ian, Kyle, you two better get your asses out here before I die," the boy yelled. Kyle chuckled before getting off the bed and moving the door. He walked outside to the boy and walked back in carrying two boxes. The boy followed behind, the only parts visible of him were his muscular arms. They walked over to a corner of the room and piled the boxes on top of one another, making the already small room seem even smaller. The boy stretched without turning around, treated my eyes to a small sliver of skin when his shirt pulled up. My mouth practically watered.

"You're no help Ian," He complained turning around. I almost gasped out loud. He was beautiful. He had a chiseled jaw and tousled brown hair, with captivating eyes. He was hot. No that wasn't it. He was hot, sexy, and handsome. An irresistible combination. He continued, unperturbed by reaction. "I was busting my ass out to help you. I thought you might want to look at the stuff for the nursery." Nursery?

Then the boy turned to me and I almost stopped breathing. He held out a hand and introduced himself as Jamie Stryder. I tentatively shook it.

Then he turned back to the brothers and said, "How'd she react?" I rolled my eyes. Boys.

"'She' is right here, you know?" He turned back to me clearly amused.

"Well then, Hannah, what did you think of our little Wanda right here?" I shrugged. He didn't look discouraged though.

"Well then, Ian, Kyle, Hannah," He made it a point to say my name, "I will be seeing you later. I need to talk to Wanda before she thinks I died." He left the room and I stared after him, and came to one conclusion. Life in the caves might be hard, but it was exciting.

So I hoped you liked it. Please tell me if it was crappy. Thanks for reading and please review.

xoxoxoxox

~ Fantari