I awoke in Jacob's hot arms. "Jacob," I said groggily, "What happened?"

"Go back to sleep Bella." He ordered sternly, as if it was the most important thing in the world. My exhausted brain simply accepted it, and I promptly obeyed. Latter, at the time I had no Idea how long it had been, I awoke again. I was still in Jacob's arms. I also noted I was still wearing the cloths I had jumped into the water with. They were dry, but encrusted with sand and salt that scratched me. "Where are we?" I asked this time. Jacob's arms tightened around me protectively.

"I don't know." Jacob replied. Something in his voice sounded broken, and it was breaking my heart to hear it. Desperately I wanted it to sound better. I sat up in Jacob's lap and gave him a quick tight hug. Then I looked around. Jacob was sitting cross legged on the floor of a small room, maybe dive feet by four feet. It wasn't nearly big enough for me to lay down in let alone him. I would have thought it was a closet, But most people I know don't have closets made of concrete. There were no windows. The door's hinges were on the outside. There was no furniture. He ceiling was very high. I started to get worried. "Jacob," I asked slowly, "Is it a…"

"Dungeon." He finished for me. I turned to him. Deep lines were etched under his bloodshot eyes, and his russet skin was the palest I'd ever seen it. Jacob, my rock, the person who had put me back together when I was broken, was a total wreck himself. This could not be good. "What happened?" I demanded my voice dripped with urgency. He cupped my face in both his huge burning hands, delicately, as if I were made of glass. Despite the situation I could fell a heavy blush across my cheeks. My heart kicked up a notch. Okay, maybe a couple notches. Is it a sin to be feeling like this when you're in an extremely life threatening situation? I wondered, Shouldn't I be screaming not swooning? His tiered eyes burrowed deeply in to mine as he spoke in a soft, stressed whisper. "Just hear me out. After you fainted I moved a safe distance from you, morphed, then started attacking the red haired leach, as I called the rest of the pack. I had all intent of us making it out alive, easily. As soon as the pack arrived, twenty or so bloodsuckers with red eyes that we hadn't known about popped out of the woods. The pack's not stupid; they knew there was no way we could take on twenty. It takes maybe two werewolves to take down a leech. They were outnumbered four to one, so they retreated."

"They didn't help you?" I gasped, astonished. I never imagined they would leave Jacob in a situation like that. They were practically his family! It almost seemed like a betrayal…

"There was nothing they could do to help without getting killed." He said matter-of-factly, "When they left the parasites all closed into a ring on me and I thought, hell this is the end of my life, I'm at least gonna save Bella on my way out! So I morphed back and picked you up. Then you woke up and I thinking oh my god, she needs to sleep though this, so I just told you to go back to sleep, and thank god you did. I couldn't even do anything about you before they pricked us both with a needle. When I woke up we were in here. It seems they gave you quite a bit more though because you've been out for something like eight hours more than me." Jacob finished hastily.

My mouth hung open. "They drugged us?" I asked in disbelief. Jacob nodded grimly. With the weird vampire powers Victoria could have used to torture and kill Jacob and I, then and there, she resorted to drugging us then dragging us off to some weird concrete room? Why? I thought.

"Why?" I asked, perplexed.

"No idea." Jacob replied.

"How long were we out?" I pressed for any information he might have. Something in this mess had to make sense! We must be missing something, some important bit of information that would tie the random illogical events together.

"Well," Jacob said cautiously, "It's a gross way to measure, but neither of us pissed in our pants so it couldn't have been much more than twenty-four hours."

I shook my head. It was a good measure. It also reminded me that I did have to go. Maybe it had been pretty close to twenty-four hours. "Only you would think of something like that," I sighed, "That's absolutely disgusting. On the same subject, I have to go. What do you suggest I do?" This is absolutely pathetic I thought.

"Pick a corner." He grumbled. I just stared at him. Did He expect me to just go in front of him? I wondered. It was a very childish concern at that point, considering that we were being imprisoned by a vampire, but it was still awkward.

As if reading my mind Jacob rolled his tired eyes. "Go ahead," he encouraged, "I'll look away."

That's all I needed. I was starting to feel as if I would burst. I got up, tiptoed into the corner, and squatted. Jacob had wrapped his arms around his legs and buried his face in his knees. He looked sick. Sadly I doubt I looked much better. When I was done the whole room smelled like urine. It was just plain gross. "Sorry." I said and crawled back into Jacob's warm lap. It was cold in the concrete room. He just closed his eyes and pressed a cheek to mine. A tear trickled down the side of his face wetting mine. It started to slowly sink in how bad of a situation it was we were in. There was NO way out. I just found my true love, and I was about to die. My stomach started to sink.

"How long till she comes for us?" I asked hopelessly.

"Bella," Jacob said softly, "I don't think she will."

At first it didn't make sense. Why had Victoria dragged us here if she wasn't going to do anything? Then I realized how terrible it would be, sitting in this room for hours, wondering what she would do to us, and when. We would die of thirst… It would take days. It was even more torturous of a plan then slowly draining my blood away or something, because the whole time I would be imagining her doing various torturous things. At least then I would know for sure it was over, if Victoria started torturing us. My head started throbbing. I had gotten Jacob into this. He was always so worried He would hurt me. I had hurt him. I had brought death to him. My eyes started watering. I soon found myself sobbing, gasping for air. Tears streamed down my face leaving streaks where they washed away the film of dirt that covered my face. "I'm... so… Sorry." I sniffled.

Jacob tightened his arms around me. "Don't be," he ordered, "If I had to pick one way to die, it would be saving you. Shit, I just feel like such a girl for not fighting." He hung his head a little lower. I was clear he was ashamed for not saving me. I didn't understand why. No one should be expected to be able to live through an angry Victoria, let alone fight her to the death. She was lethal. "The second choice would be just with you in my arms, knowing that you love me."

"I do love you." I replied.

"I know," Jacob sighed, "just one question: More than your bloodsucker?"He asked, knowing he was treading on an invisible line. It was the scar that had once cut though my heart. It still hurt. Bad.

"Yes." I replied quietly, but honestly.

He smiled. "I wish you knew how much that means to me." He whispered. Slowly he tilted my chin up with the tip of his finger. Jacob leaned in and sweat started rushing to my pours. Our lips touched and I was in another world, completely disoriented. He kissed me very, very gently. His lips were incredibly soft and loose on mine. My cheeks must have been a deep maroon. It seemed to last only a few beautiful seconds, but when we broke apart I was gasping for breath and my heart was racing. Dizzily, I pressed my face into his equally sweaty neck. Thoughts bounced around in my head like and supper ball in an earthquake, they headed in no uniform or coherent pattern, but had been triggered by the same thing. Oh my god that was so, wait! – Sh if I was going to die than what would… but his skin was so hot… Vitoria would be mad when … his eyes were like chocolate... I like chocolate fudge! It's Yummy! Even I had to admit, that last thought was pretty dang unintelligent. He wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders. I stared to calm down after a few minutes. My breath became more even. "You'll kill me of a heart attack before Victoria can get to me." I swore, giggling; all in all still not feeling completely sane yet. He didn't say anything, just nuzzled my hair with his nose. I had found heaven in hell.

I started thinking back to the beach wear Jacob had almost kissed me before. Victoria must have been watching closely for a while to make such an entrance, It was very dramatic. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Why hadn't it occurred to me before? It should have been completely obvious to Victoria that my death would not have the same effect on Edward as James's had had on her. One, I was still in forks, separated from Edward, completely human, with no protection. He obviously didn't even care weather I lived or died. Two, I was kissing, or at least about to kiss, another boy. Why had she spent all this time to capture me if it would not help her avenge her husband's death? None of it made sense. I hugged Jacob even tighter and buried my face in his chest.

Suddenly I felt Jacob's body trebling violently. A low growl escaped from his clenched teeth. What could I have done to make him that angry? I thought he loved me! Why is he getting mad when I hug him? And just after that kiss? My heart sank. Every time I fall for a guy he decides he doesn't want me anymore I thought bitterly.I pulled my head away from his neck and turned around to get up; it was never good to be too close to a werewolf when he was angry. As I turned I saw why Jacob was growling. It obviously wasn't because I hugged him. Victoria was standing in front of us already snapping the door shut. The keys dangled from her teeth. She dropped them into her hand quickly and shoved them into the pocket of her red skin tight skinny jeans. "Don't be ridiculous dog," Victoria spat, "If you do that here, you'll crush your little crush object."