Jasper point of view
As we approached the end of the field, we did not want to run, as she might wake up and panic. I glanced at Jason; her body seemed so limp and lifeless. Guilt was engulfing Jason; he hated using his power. He was able to drain all of the energy of a person, leaving them helpless.
Her body rocked gently as we walked forward. Jason's gaze was focused on the rhythmic swinging of her hand as it dangled at her side. His face was twisted with pain at the thought of what he had done, and I tried to lessen it even a little. He knew we did what we had to, but he was still beating himself up. He gave a small, emotionless smile to his feet when I sent him a wave of calm, but that was his only response. His phone suddenly chimed from his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a new message from Alice.

Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, and James have gone to get her belongings and clothes.

He sent a quick reply back just as a groan escaped her lips. She was already beginning to stir. Jason and I both looked at her and Jason held his hand above her head, deciding whether to use his power or not.
"She will not wake up, don't worry," I said, pulling his hand away from her head. Just then, her eyes suddenly opened. She looked around and started becoming frantic as she became more and more aware of her surroundings. Her heartbeat became progressively louder, and her breathes became short and shallow as her eyes grew wide in fear.
Jason held her still in my arms as she began to panic. The waves coming off her were strong; she struggled against Jason's hands. She was trying to kick herself down, but Jason held her still. She screamed . . .

Florence point of view
The darkness...The last thing I could remember was falling to the ground. My eyes cracked open to reveal a pair of golden eyes looking down upon me. I looked around to see Jasper staring at me, and I began to struggle.
"Please . . . put . . . me . . . down," I murmured, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
The stranger placed his hand against my forehead; his skin was cold. Jasper nodded at the cold figure, who then backed away so Jasper could put me down. I was shocked; I thought they would not trust me.

I slowly backed away from both of them, but as soon as I got too far, the one who had knocked me out appeared at my side. I tried again, and only managed to get about a foot or two away before he would show up next to me again. I was about to try one last time, just turning around and running to wherever I could before they cause me, when Alice emerged from the trees and ran towards me in a blur. The next thing I knew, we were face to face. She focused her glaze on me, examining me from every angle.
"It's okay; we are not going to hurt you," assured Alice with a caring smile.
She stood up and whispered to Jasper. I took this moment of opportunity to look for ways to escape, but it was only brief. We were on the trail, and the tall evergreen trees were bent in the slight wind. The silence suddenly became the only thing I could hear as I turned my head around to face Alice and Jasper. What I saw made me back up against Jason's feet. Jasper and Alice's attention was turned towards a deep part of the woods, as if they had heard something. I heard the faint rustling of leaves in the distance.
Jasper and Alice ran into the woods in pursuit of the noise. What was it? I could feel my knees starting to give out from everything that had happened as I tried to focus on the sound, but it was no use; they wouldn't hold me. Losing my center of balance, I started falling, but Jason caught me before I hit the ground. I was now face to face with Jason, and he held my upper arms in a steel grip as he pulled me up.
My legs gave in as Jason gently placed me on the ground. The rustling was coming closer, and Jason merged with the trees. The figure began to show itself. I was unsure of what it was, and I was petrified. The sunlight revealed the figure's identity, and Caitlin emerged from out of the trees.

Caitlin point of view
I drove into the school late again. Seriously, why was I always late? I glanced across the car park as I walked quickly to class and saw Florence sprint into the forest, a spiky-haired girl and honey-haired guy swiftly following behind as the others entered their cars.
I sprinted into the woods after them, the wind ripping at my clothes as I tried to avoid the branches. I stopped to catch my breath and heard rustling, so I sprinted forward. I heard the crackling of branches as I ran forward, and the smell of the composting leaves filled the air. The end of the forest was close. In the distance, I saw a figure staring petrified at me. I looked closer and saw that the figure was Florence.
I entered the clearing. It was hidden in a deep part of the forest, and the branches allowed little light to break through the trees. I brushed the branches aside as I appeared from the forest. Florence was frightened as I approached her. She turned to face me and I saw that her once-mesmerizing violet eyes were now horrified. Pale, icy skin took over the place of her once ivory skin, and her face was void of color. She was purely frozen with fear, and her gaze suddenly turned as the rustling of leaves became louder.
Two figures appeared, both with pale skin and golden eyes. One had honey hair and stood tall next to the other figure. The other was a short, spiky hair girl. I felt Florence begin to shake as she stared at them . . .

Florence point of view
Jasper and Alice emerged from the trees, and I began to wonder and fear where Jason was. I fixed my gaze on Jasper, as we were hopelessly up against Jasper, Alice, and possibly Jason, but I did not know where he was. Jasper looked at Alice as if they had a plan. I heard more rustling, but from behind us. I saw the tall, bulky guy appear beside him, smirking. My gaze flicked between the tall, bulky one and Jasper. I knew Caitlin was about to be thrown into a problem I was sure I had created.

They walked slowly towards us, their movements precise and controlled. They looked less like humans and more like predators then than I had ever seen them. It was more like stalking than walking, like, at any moment, one of them was going to spring and we wouldn't even know it before they killed us.
Caitlin was truly scared as we waited for them to make their move. They watched our every move with wide eyes. One second Jasper was to the left of me, and the next thing I knew he was behind me. I didn't even know he moved. I felt his hands wrap around my waist, strong but gentle. He tensed, and the next thing I knew, I was in his arms. Caitlin was grabbed around her waist by the tall, bulky guy. She tried to resist as much as possible, but, out of nowhere, Jason appeared. Caitlin trashed, screamed, and fought back against the tall, bulky guy's grip as he passed her to Jason, but she was barely affecting him at all. I struggled to out of Jasper's grip and save Caitlin, but he held me still. The tall, bulky guy held Caitlin still as Jason placed his hand on her forehead. Her body suddenly became limp and lifeless in the bulky guy's arms.
I thrashed against Jasper's arms and all attention was turned to me. Alice was beside me and seemed to be looking into the distance. Jasper was beside her, comforting her.

"Alice, what did you see?" asked Jasper.
"Cliffs . . ." mumbled Alice as she came out of her moment.
Jason turned towards me as Jasper helped Alice up. I leaned against Jasper's chest as Jason placed his hand gently against my cheek. My last vision was of Jason with a sad face.
Unknown point of view
A huge, beautiful house appeared in a opening in the forest. Jason, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice appeared in the clearing, carrying the limp bodies of the girls. Jasper turned to Alice with a concerned look on his face.
"Where should we put them?" he asked.
"Why don't we put one in the share room and one in Carlisle's office?" suggested Alice.
" Ok, I will put her in the share room," agreed Jasper.
They ran into the house, and Jasper ran upstairs to the spare room while Emmett ran to Carlisle's office. Jasper gently placed Florence on the bed as Alice pulled the covers up onto her. Her wavy brown lockets hit the pillow, and when his skin brushed hers, she shivered. He paused for a moment as he saw her reaction before tucking the blankets tighter around her still form and quietly leaving the room.
Meanwhile, Emmett placed the other limp body down on the sofa in Carlisle's office and gently pulled a blanket over her. Her brown hair caught the sun from the window, and blonde streaks showed through as she turned on her side. She mumbled something inaudible and shifted again before finally settling down. Her breathing was slow and even, and her face a mask of innocence.
She was lost in her dreams . . .