disclaimer: twilight is not mine...(sobs in a corner)

Previously:

Jacob came barreling back into the room, fuming, in between soft growls he managed to pronounce

"They aren't there, they've gone on a 'camping trip'"

Her mind tried to process this. What were they going to do with her now? Was anybody even looking for her? Why were they avoiding her questions? She slowly lifted her head and stared at them

"What now?"

She noticed how everyone glanced at her every couple of seconds as Sam paced. The only person who's gazed never left her was Jacob; the intense heated glare was enough to burn a hole straight through her. Squirming she turned her eyes to Sam, who was caught up in his relentless strides.

"She doesn't smell like one of them," Her attention was brought back to Jacob as he made his thoughts known. She could have sworn that he blushed for a second, but then silently reproached herself for even thinking that as his jaw stiffened, his gleaming eyes daring her to respond.

" I just meant that she doesn't reek like the others, you can tell that she is one of them," this was directed at the curious stares his statement brought. He seemed vaguely disturbed by all of it. His stare drifted downward to her hands and his eyes hardened.

Glancing down, she realized her hands were still mostly plastered in blood. Her stomach heaving and burning simultaneously, she began rubbing her hands together. Trying to get the blood off. Whimpering, she started running her hands across the floor. Even when the blood was long gone she kept rubbing them.

"I…" her voice caught. She took a breath and started again, her voice now ragged from the emotion.

"It won't come off," she sniffed.

One of the men the curious one from before, she thought, went outside and returned with a wet rag. Her tossed it to her and stepped back to the wall.

With a quick thank you she swiftly started washing her hands, rubbing them raw as she went over and over them with the rag. Sam seemed puzzled by her behavior. He looked at her with a confused appearance and opened his mouth.

"So whose blood is it?" Jacob burst out, his face somewhat worried, his brow creased. She could almost hear his thoughts, was it someone he knew? Someone he cared about? Someone he loved?

She looked at the floor and slowly shook her head, keeping her head down.

"I-I don't know, there wasn't any body there when I woke up," Sam's head shot up at this

"Woke up? Vampires don't sleep!" growls came from the outside of the structure and a bitter chuckle from the female in the corner.

"Isn't it obvious? She's lying! Look at her eyes! She feeds on humans."

She felt all of their eyes turn towards hers as surely as she could feel the floor underneath her. Shivering, she hugged her knees up to her chest. The growls from outside strengthened by the second until it was almost a roar. She tugged her shaking hands up toward her face and inspected them closely; trying to take her mind off the growing danger she had found herself in.

"We won't know for sure until tomorrow," Jacob said his voice tense, like he was holding back something. When she lifted her head to look, she saw his face was rigid, his jaw clenched. She got a hunch that he hadn't wanted to say anything. The woman started to retaliate, but Jacob interrupted.

"And even if she does, we don't know where her coven is, we can't do anything for, or to her yet." He directed the last part to the woman.

"Well said, Jake." One of the men whispered, "Well, we can't do much here, it's almost night anyway. All we can do is post guards and wait until morning," He posed the last sentence as a question to Sam, who nodded.

The men started filing out, each giving his own version of an intimidating glower. A warning, she supposed, of what would happen if she tried to escape. She chuckled inwardly, where would she go? She didn't know where she was or even if there was anywhere to go. Suddenly struck by the severity of it all, she looked up to see Jacob looking at her before he stepped out, her eyes conveying every conflicting emotion in her heart. Now alone, she suddenly wished to cry. Choking back a sob, she buried her head in her hands and started to weep.

You never know how noisy the night is until you can't sleep. She sighed listlessly. Listening to the nightingale and the occasional howl is all well and good, if you can turn the off once in a while. She sighed again and was even tempted to twiddle her thumbs. Snorting, she realized that she was softly humming "It's a small world after all" under her breath.

She abruptly stopped as she realized how stupid this was, remembering the most annoying song in the world but not remembering her own name. She glared at the wall and was even thinking about pounding on the floor when she stubbornly stood up and struck a defiant stance.

Who needs some stupid memories to tell you what you're name is, I'll name myself! She nodded in affirmation and then gave a wry chuckle as she might as well be talking to herself. Silently she went over names. Tiffany? No, it sounds too peppy. Laura? No, just not right. Olivia? Olivia, it has potential, she would be called Livvie for short. She beamed, liking the name.

Slowly her vision blurred bringing her to an eerily familiar meadow.

She ran to the tree, scrambling up its tall branches, barely reacting as the branches whipped across her face. Her eyes showing the horror that she felt inside of her. It bubbled up and grabbed a hold of her with its hostile grip, stealing her breath away.

The whizzing was the only sign of her assailant's coming. He immediately stared straight into her eyes and, smirking, rammed his hand into the tree. Clutching to the tree like a lifeline, which essentially it was, she set her jaw as the rapid vibrating jarred her against the trunk.

He chuckled, a bone chilling, sickeningly amused chuckle and raised one eyebrow at her.

"You seriously don't think that can stop me do you?" his eyes flashed and his smirk turned into a manic smile. He leapt from the base of the tree and landed on the branch next to hers.

"I'll have to admit, girl, you put up a good fight. If I weren't so sure you'd be such a tasty morsel I would have given you up a while ago," He brutally snatched her from the limb and plummeted to the ground.

Not wasting any time he bit into her wrist, spraying blood all over her hands. Intense pain immediately shot up her arm. Sobbing, she barely heard the howls in the distance. Her attacker immediately stopped and with a snarl, started running away.

Pain quickly flooded her senses. Every part of her was on fire. She bit her lip, holding back the cries that were inevitably to come. Writhing, she had one thought before the agony blurred all comprehensiveness. God help me.

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