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Jasper's point of view
A few hours had passed since the girls 'fell asleep', and I could feel the rising guilt within Jason as he stared at her. I sent a wave of calm energy to him; and he smiled as he felt it. Her eyelids closed against the dim light of the setting sun, and her breathing was deep and relaxed; she seemed so vulnerable. Suddenly, she tossed and turned. She seemed to be having a nightmare. Jason walked towards her as her tossing and turning became more frequent and placed his hand on her head. She was peacefully once again.
"What was she dreaming about?" I asked, as I had felt the strong waves of fear radiating off of her.
"It's hard to describe. I saw her being chased by a monster. Hopefully, she will sleep peacefully now. I am going to check on the other girl in Carlisle's office," explained Jason as he left the room.
Alice appeared beside me and looked at the girl. She leaned against me; I felt her hair brush my neck.
"Where are the others?" I questioned as a groan escaped the girl's lips. She began to stir again.
"Emmett and Edward are watching the other girl, and the others are hunting. James is trying so hard to control his thirst around the other girl. He seems to be drawn to her," assured Alice, leaning closer against me.
"Where are Carlisle and Esme?" I asked as the girl tossed and turned.
"Esme is cleaning. Carlisle is at work, and he said he will be back as soon as possible," answered Alice.
Alice suddenly began looking into space; a vision had started. She seems distant and out of it, but she returned out of the vision.
"What did you see?" I asked Alice.
"One of the girls is going to wake up in a few minutes. I am not sure which one as the vision was a blur," replied Alice.
We waited to see which girl was going to awake first. The girl lay still and seemed peaceful.
Caitlin's point of view
I was lost, drowning in a sea of confusion as my memories of past events were flooding through my mind. I continued to sink deeper and deeper into the empty void. I began to feel nothing, no emotion. The events replayed in my head: the uncontrollable fear and anger engulfed my mind. Why were Florence and I caught? We did not do anything to them. I fought against the anger as I hoped that Florence was okay . . .
Florence. No matter how upset I was, she could cheer me up. She was a ray of sunshine; she made me laugh and her light never burned out, but after the accident, she decided to move back to Forks for a new start. I offered for her to live with me and my family, hoping she would say yes, but she said she wanted to live in her parents' old home. She continued to face every day with a smile, but I could see what was happening under that grin. Everything was as it was before she moved, and then everything changed. One phone call. She went to live with her grandmother for six months, as her grandpa was gravely ill; luckily, he made a full recovery. For six months, there was a void left by her, less laughter and happiness than normal. She was returning to school this week . . .
That was when I followed her into the forest...
My mind stopped as the light appeared, and I was slowly brought back to consciousness. The memories, the laughing, the smiling . . . they faded as the light engulfed me.
I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids. I was lying down, on a couch, it seemed, and the room was bright. The light from the window reflecting off the wooden walls, making me want to close my eyes again. I felt like I had slept for years, but I was still tired. I heard the whispering of voices and slowly turned my head towards the source of the noise. The muscles in my neck were stiff and sore. I saw the tall, bulky guy sitting in a chair by the window, and a figure I did not recognize was leaning against the window. He had bronze hair, pale skin, and golden eyes, just like the others I had seen. He turned and walked towards me swiftly.
"Looks like sleeping beauty is finally awake," chuckled the tall, bulky guy. His laughter echoed throughout the room.
"My name is Edward, and that's Emmett. Are you feeling okay?" asked Edward as he reached to place his hand on my forehead. I backed up against the back cushion.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled at Edward as he placed his hand on my forehead.
"No fever. Do you feel numb anywhere?" asked Edward, as if he had ignored what I had just said.
"I don't know because I have been sleeping the whole time," I yelled as I tried to stand up. I fell to the ground, but Emmett caught me. He grinned down at me, and I struggled to get away from him. He placed me down on the couch.
"Edward, she is clumsier than Bella," Emmett said to Edward. Edward frowned.
"Okay, so I am numb in the legs. Please, can I leave now, and where is Florence?" I questioned. My heart beat had become rapid as I became angrier and angrier.
"Florence is fine. Now calm down, please. Also, sorry, but we can't let you go," explained Edward as he gently pushed me down. I pushed against him.
"Just lie down. Stop causing trouble, and I will get you some food" said Edward, he left the room.
My head hit the pillow as the hunger began to engulf me; my stomach began to growl. The room was made of three wooden walls and one of complete glass. It had bookshelves filled with medical books and a desk with a Mac computer. I turned on my side and thought to myself, Where am I? More importantly where was Florence? Edward ended my train of thought as he entered the room; he was carrying a tray with pasta and water on it. My mouth began to water as the aroma hit my nose as he came closer. I sat up, and Edward placed the food on my lap. I bolted down the pasta and water as Edward and Emmett whispered and discussed with each other. Then, as I had just finished, the guy who had knocked me out walked in. I backed up against the cushion, and Edward turned to me.
"It's okay; he is not going to hurt you. May I ask what your name is?" Edward asked politely. I stayed quiet. He focused his gaze on me, and I stayed still.
"Okay, Caitlin. Now can you go to sleep, or does Jason need to help you?" asked Edward as Jason stepped forward. How did he know my name?
"How did you know my name?" I said as Jason placed his hand on my head. I faded into the darkness . . .
Florence's point of view
I began to drift in and out of the darkness. My eyes felt heavy as I tried to open them. I heard the noise of voices close by, and I glanced at the two blurred figures I could see. It looked like Jasper and Alice. I groaned as the figures moved closer, and tossed and turned. My vision became less blurry, and the figures looked at me. My vision was back to normal. I saw a pair of golden eyes staring at me. I was lying in a king-sized bed, the room's walls were a soft blue colour, one wall was complete glass looking upon the forest. I quickly sat up and groaned. I felt pain in my arm; I was numb. Alice placed her hand on my arm and backed away. Jasper focused his eyes on me; I felt a wave of calm hit me and attempted to scream, but Jasper covered my mouth.
"Please stop screaming," begged Alice, giving me a caring smile. I nodded, and Jasper let go of my mouth. He returned to the side of the bed as I tried to shuffle to the edge to get away.
"Please let me leave," I murmured into the covers. Jasper's eyes turned towards me as if I were joking around.
"Well, you know our secret. Isn't that right?" said Jasper with annoyance in his voice. Alice glanced at me. I knew what they were . . . Vampires. I backed away.
"Va . . Vam . . . Vampires," I whispered. Alice looked worried, and Jasper gave me an intimidating look.
"That's right. We are vampires, but we will not hurt you," assured Alice calmly.
"Now are you hungry?" asked Jasper as my stomach growled. Jasper left the room, and Alice sat at the end of the bed, smiling at me.
"What's your name? I promise we will not hurt you," Alice said to me as Jasper entered the room.
"Why should I tell you?" I questioned as Jasper walked towards me.
He was carrying a bowl of pasta, and I suddenly remembered my history lessons. Suffragists would not eat to get their way. Finally, history came in handy. He placed the bowl in front of me; but I was disgusted at the food, no matter how much I wanted it. I pushed it to the side, and Jasper looked puzzled.
"You are hungry; why are you not eating?" lectured Jasper as he placed the bowl to the side.
" No…." I lied.
Jasper's eyes widen with amusement, a smirk appeared on his face.
"You are lying, aren't you?" Scolded Jasper, My heart was rapidly beating: how did he know that I was lying.
"I am not lying; now please just let me leave!" I yelled even though I knew I was lying.
"Sorry but we can't let you" said Alice calmly.
I felt the anger building up inside, I sat up and shuffled to the edge of the bed. I placed my feet on the ground as I attempted to stand up, but the attempt failed as I fell to the ground. Jasper crouched down in first, I glared at him. He placed one of his hands around my waist and one on a shoulder, pulling up on the bed. Before we reached the bed, I leaned against him for support as I managed to stand up. I looked around the room; I noticed a door about five feet away from bed. I stumbled towards the door. I reached for the door handle, suddenly the door opened to reveal a blonde hair male with pale skin and golden eyes. He was no older then 23, his face seemed shocked. Jasper and Alice were now beside me as my knees gave in. The blonde male lifted me up as he walked to the bed, he placed me down. I began to panic, as he spoke to Jasper and Alice. He turned to me:
"Hello, My name is Carlisle Cullen, may I ask what your name is?"Asked Carlisle as he stood
over me, he had an English accent.
"No you may not, if I did not tell Alice then I am not telling you" I answered angrily; I felt
another wave of calm hit me. Jasper was focusing his glaze on me. Carlisle nodded at Jasper.
"Should we get Edward to read her mind?" Jasper whispered under his breath. Carlisle nodded.
Alice left the room. Carlisle approached me, I filched. Alice returned and whispered to Carlisle.
"So Florence, How are you feeling?"asked Carlisle, as he placed his hand on my forehead.
"How do you know my name? and I am fine" I began to panic, his hand was ice cold.
"Florence, you have a fever, Now please calm down."
"No…. Please just let me leave." I stood up from off the bed, still dizzy
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I walked slowly over to the door; I felt an arm wrap around my waist. Jasper looked down at me; with all my remaining energy I thrashed and struggled against hid grip. His grip was gently, Jasper gently placed me down on the covers.
" I am truly sorry, but you cannot leave." Carlisle said as he sat on the side of the bed." Does anything hurt?"
" No… I am fine. Where is my friend, Caitlin?" I asked as I felt my energy being drained with every word that I said.
"She is fine, now you need to rest" assured Carlisle as he left the room.
He whispered something to Jasper and Alice. They nodded and turned to me. Alice glanced at me, and I turned away from her gaze. Jasper gently pushed me down and pulled the covers up as I resisted with all my might, but he won. I fell into a deep sleep, all thoughts of pasta and captivity forgotten…
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