I looked around, feeling quite awkward by that stare that he gave me. It was like he was a blind man staring at the sun for the first time.

We were in front of a house, white and old-fashioned looking. I frowned.

"N-! Y-you haveta let me down-!

"No… This is the place. Just relax, and brace yourself 'cause it can get kinda cold in there," he sighed. I did nothing, as though trying to ignore it when his arms wrapped even tighter around me. He was so warm… I hadn't felt real warmth like this for years…

The door clicked shut behind Seth. It was strange how fast he was… And it was cold like he said it was. A series of gasps erupted in the room when Seth brought me in. I looked around frantically, nervously, at my spectators. The lights were on; the room was elegant. Very beautiful.

Seth set me down on the couch and I winced at the pain. I was regaining feeling in my feet, however, so there was that at least. Seth sat beside me, his bare arm rubbing against mine. I couldn't help but tingle wherever his skin touched mine. I scooted away a bit.

"No-!" Seth's arm wrapped around my waist as I began to stand up and pulled me back down on the couch.

"Chill," he murmured in my ear. I whimpered.

"Is this her?" a voice said. The voice was beautiful… so…so beautiful. I looked around at the people in the room and gasped.

Beautiful…beautiful voices…tall and skinny…perfect skin…No! No, he was a liar! He lied to me!

I screamed and leapt off the couch, making a sprint for the door. The one time I stumbled, however, Seth was suddenly in front of me with his incredible speed and held his arms out to catch me. I cried, struggling to move around his strong, tan, warm body but with no success.

"You lied! You lied to me! You said you weren't working with them! But they're here! Tons of them!" I sobbed, slamming my head and my good hand against his bare chest, the annoying sound of skin slapping against skin ringing in my ears whenever I hit him. He just grunted whenever I did, but never made a motion to stop me. I did find, however, that by my second punch, his arms were around me and I was sobbing into his chest. I still struggled and squirmed, however.

No…no! I had to get away! They were here…! They were here and they'd…! They'd kill me! They'd found me and they'd kill me! And Seth was in on it with them!

"You-You lied! Y-You said you weren't w-with th-them!" I screamed against his hot skin.

He was silent. I think he was ignoring me because he began talking to them.

"Her name's Eliza Young," he told someone, his arms tightening around me when I almost managed to slip out of his arms. I whimpered little pleas for him to let go.

"Eliza Young… What is she talking about?" a voice as handsome as the sun asked.

Seth shrugged and grunted.

"I dunno…you ask her. She won't tell me. She just keeps saying 'them'. Carlisle…something's hunting her," he muttered, his voice lower in his last sentence. So this beautiful voiced man was named Carlisle. Well there were more of them, so let's call him man number one. Man number one was named Carlisle.

There was hesitation in the atmosphere.

"… Eliza? Can you tell me who's hunting you? Can you tell me and the others what's hunting you?" Seth asked. His voice was so soothing I bit my tongue to keep myself from blurting everything out. But they knew. All of them knew!

"Uhn-uh! They already know! It's them! They're hunting me!" I shrieked. My cried disturbed Seth, clearly. His arms pulled me closer, protectively. I was a little dazed from the lack of oxygen and blood circulating throughout my body considering how tight he was holding me, and by Seth's intoxicating scent. It was a musky scent. Something I was very used to because I lived in the forests for so long; something I learned to love.

"What d'you mean? They don't hunt humans…ohh…you mean their kind," Seth exclaimed as though he suddenly realized how to solve global warming. I gasped, lifting my head from his chest. I turned my head to look at them.

There was eight of them…plus a little one. So…yeah, well technically nine.

"T-They-? Th-They aren't the same?" I whimpered. Then I looked around. None of the faces were familiar. "No…they aren't…What? What do you mean they don't hunt humans?"

Seth looked down at me with that same look on his face. The look that I, I don't know, felt comforted by.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"Nope. They're all clean. It's really cool, honestly. Carlisle's a doctor. He works around humans all the time. But he's too cool to eat any of them," he explained, and we both shivered when he said "eat." Carlisle chuckled.

"Basically, yes. We're what you may consider, in a crude term, vegans. Well…our version of vegetarians. We don't feed on human blood, that's all though," Carlisle explained. I flinched as he spoke. No… No, this wasn't right.

Seth's arms had released me. My feet were aching but it didn't matter, did it? I eyed the door. I was a fast runner. I always got six minute miles when I was twelve, before my mom died and I was activated as the new Runner out of my family. I did track too, so I was trained to sprint instantly. I could make it. I could make it before they could notice, right? No… They had amazing reflexes. I knew vampires. I didn't need to know anything else about vampires. They were evil and vile and…and…. Oh…oh… the door was so close…

"She's going to run for it," I heard a voice mutter and then I squirmed out of Seth's arms. He had slower reflexes than the vampires, which I didn't understand because he was just as fast. I could only take three strides before his arms were suddenly around my waist from behind. He grunted as I screamed and kicked and squirmed; crying, no, begging for him to let me go.

"P-Puh-Please! I-I can't-! P-please l-let go!" I sobbed, and squirmed again."I-I'm not-! I'm not s-safe h-h-here! P-pl-please! Please let go! Th-they'll k-kill me!" I continued in a shrieking cry.

"Seth, if she wants to go, let her," Carlisle muttered.

"P-please!" I cried.

A low rumble began deep in Seth's chest.

"I can't, Carlisle!" he persisted in a whiny-tone.

I ignored this and continued begging. But before I knew it, Seth was lifting me off of the ground – still from behind and let it be known that the position was quite uncomfortable right now. He set me down on the couch and I whined and squirmed as he hovered over me, pinning my legs down by sitting on my thighs (Thank God he was being careful and not putting much weight on them) and securing down my upper body by pinning my upper arms down. It was embarrassing how vulnerable I was to him and the vampires now…

I screamed even louder.

"Seth, what're you doing?" one female vampire hissed.

"Check…out…her hand… It looks…broken!" he instructed Carlisle through his teeth as he struggled with keeping me down. The blonde, doctor-vampire approached me slowly. The minute he was within five feet I shrieked at the top of my lungs and Seth winced.

"STOP! Don't touch me! Ugh! Don't let him touch me! He'll kill me! He'll just rip my arm off! NO! STOP!" I screamed, begging in tears for Seth to get off.

But that idiot still held me down. Yeah, he was an idiot now all because I had trusted him and now I COULDN'T because he brought me to an entire coven of bloodthirsty creatures.

"Tell her to calm down, Seth. She'll wake up Renesmee," a voice as smooth as honey said evenly, with a hint of a growl nestled beneath the calm and collected tone that vile creature had. Seth whimpered.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying!" he whimpered over his shoulder and then looked back down at me, pleading with those beautiful dark-brown eyes of his. "Please, Eliza… they're safe…they aren't like other vampires. Carlisle can help you if you let him. Just calm down," he pleaded. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Why should I listen to you?! I've been hunted down by those freaking creatures for three years! Why should I be led to believe that these ones are any different? They're what killed the rest of my family! That hunt me, and nearly kill me every time they find me! They're the reason I'm afraid to go to sleep at night, Seth! Why the heck would you be able to convince me that these vampires are any different?" I ranted.

Seth bit his lower lip and didn't answer.

One vampire, that looked really young – and I mean younger than the rest of them – walked up. Her eyes were a reddish-tint, not as distinct as the color of the eyes of my Hunters. Still, she frightened me in appearances the most.

"If we really wanted to hurt you, then we would've already. But you've got to believe that we won't. And even if we wanted to, Seth wouldn't let us," she laughed, her voice like beautiful chiming bells. I envied her and all her glorious perfection; and then I remembered by her eyes what she was.

"That still doesn't convince me. You…have-! Y-you h-have n-no i-i-idea h-how t-t-t-errified I am of your kind! H-How-! H-How c-convinced I am that y-you'll k-kill m-m-me the m-minute S-Seth lets me go," I sobbed. This girl vampire just laughed, her voice like a beautiful song as she laughed.

"I think at least one of us has an idea," she laughed, eyeing at one of the vampires I couldn't see over Seth's shoulder.

By now, Carlisle-the-doctor-vampire had reached me and was now kneeling beside the couch. My hand was secured in place, the one that throbbed achingly. As he touched it I screamed; but not from pain. But from how cold his hand was. I was so used to cold…when I felt coldness the temperature of his skin, it was a signal for me to brace myself for being fed upon…for at least…the one-hundredth time. The only scars that I ever had were on my shoulder blade or my neck. Well they weren't really scars because soon enough, they'd be opened once again when my Hunters caught up with me on another "round" of their "game" and fed on me. But those were the only two places that the vampire's bit me. They liked to "keep it clean."

"Eliza, please," Seth's voice was a strained whimper. I frowned at him. I had the urge to spit at him all of a sudden, to show my distaste. Yet…he was so warm. Like I said before, I hadn't felt real warmth like his in forever; and aside from the fact that he was holding me hostage in a house inhabited by nine vampires, I felt so good around him. Like he was my escape or something, from whatever it was. So aside from the fact that he was holding me against my will with people I had grown to hate and fear for all of my life, I liked Seth. Make sense? Yeah… probably not.

The female vampire was being too nice. Then she said something that nearly gave me a heart attack;

Looking over to the other vampires standing in the shadows, she sighed.

"Jasper. Help us out here, can you? Make it a bit easier for Eliza," she asked.

I gasped and screamed and struggled even more.

"What?! What's he gonna do? Stop! Please stop! What's he gonna-! What's he-?...What's-?..." and I was

suddenly so calm, like I'd been sedated without a needle in my arm. My eyes were drooping, and I struggled to keep them open.

"Wow…she's a tough little thing, isn't she?" I heard a male voice grunt. But it wasn't like the first male, Carlisle-the-doctor-vampire, nor was it the smooth-like-honey-sounding-vampire.

"She's afraid, Jasper…please don't go too hard on her," I heard Seth plead. I was still struggling, but less now. I had no control over my body; my emotions. It was like something was affecting them. Then suddenly I felt Seth's musky scent blow in my face as he bent down and whispered in my ear, "It's cool, Eliza. Just relax," and he emphasized the word "relax."

No matter how scared I was, no matter how erratic my heart was beating (and let me tell you right now that I swear if it got any "thumpier," it'd burst from my chest), I soon found myself drifting in and out of consciousness. Before long, I was asleep.