AN: I'm terrible I know! I suck! And this Chapter kind of sucks! But if I'm going to really start writing this again, then I just need to start cranking some text out. The writing will get better I promise (I'm pretty rusty). Thanks to all the fans!

Disclaimer: If you've read it before, it's not mine.

"What". My tiny whisper sounded like a shout in the silence. My eyes were huge in my face, my brows furrowed in confusion. What the hell is going on?! I desperately looked around me, searching for clues that could tell me why I was here. All the while he just watched me.

Renée had wanted to honeymoon here. Here in Volterra. Volterra, Italy. I had done all the research for her and had become extremely familiar with the ancient buildings. But Renée's plans fell through and they didn't go to Italy on their honeymoon. And I was almost completely positive I wasn't here because Renée had decided to have a late, out of nowhere, Italian honeymoon and bring me along.

I felt confused. Panicked. Afraid. And lonely, so lonely.

Because no, creeper in the corner did not count as company in my opinion.

Overwhelmed and disoriented, I just stared off into space, trying to get a logical thought going in my mind.

"What do you think?" Creeper asked. His question was so loud in the silence that it sounded like a shout. My head immediately snapped back up to focus on his amused eyes. It was then that I realized maybe I should be worried about who I was with, rather than where I was.

As I stared terrified into his red, red eyes, ice spread through my veins. My heart thumped painfully in my chest. Cold fear gripped my body all over. My toes and fingers were blocks of ice. What did he want?

Guessing from his sick expression, he wanted an answer to his question.

I couldn't force my slightly chattering lips to give him one.

"I mean it's a little macabre I guess." He was definitely one for the sarcasm I noted. He suddenly became animated. He bounced off the wall and began walking around the room, slowly, judging it. "It's kind of homey though don't you think?"

My head swung lethargically back and forth. No, I didn't think. No, I didn't understand. No, I didn't want to be here. No, I didn't feel at home at all.

His eyes hardened as he observed my quiet reaction.

"Well you warm up to it after a couple of decades. Trust someone who knows."

I realized he was trying to tell me to get used to being in this strange, scary place. But I was not about to do that anytime soon.

The shock wore off somewhat, at least enough for me to speak.

"Who are you?" My voice was hoarse. I tried again: "What do you want?"

The sardonic character just sighed and rolled his eyes. He looked too impatient for my questions, but I couldn't stop the flow of them now that I had found my voice again.

"How did I get here? What – "

Rather than looking taken aback by my sudden involvement in the case of my kidnapping, he looked amused and condescending.

"Ha, yeah ok before you go all question-crazy on me, I'll have you know that I don't have any answers for you."

His heartless eyes stared deep into mine. It made me uncomfortable quickly.

"So, what you just expect me to sit here having no idea where I am, or who you are, or how the hell I got here?"

"Well I was planning on it in an act of kindness if you will, but you're kind of pissing me off now so I think I'll let you get your answers." His expression was that of a person who was so annoyed with someone that they just didn't care what happened to them anymore.

"But you just told me you didn't have any answers". I was getting fed up with this guy and this whole freaking situation.

"Yeah and I don't."

What the hell? I narrowed my eyes at the guy in disgust; he stared back foully at me.

"So basically you're just playing games with me now. Is that what you do for fun around here? You kidnap people for absolutely no reason and then confuse them with your smart-ass humor?!" I was screaming at him. I couldn't help it.

He cut me off in the middle of my rant.

"I said I don't have answers to tell you, and that part is true thanks very much!" His sarcasm was annoying the hell out of me. He stared at me again with that condescending expression. Now it seemed kind of pitiful actually.

"But I can take you to someone who does have answers for you. Happy now?"

I swallowed hard. Happy? Yeah, what a funny guy.

"Alright then how do I talk to these people?"

He smirked and said: "You follow me."

Not that the idea of being anywhere around this guy for any extended period of time appealed to me at all, but I did need him. I stiffly slid out of my massive bed and looked down. I was wearing black silk pajamas. Ergo, not the clothes I had last put on my body.

I pulled my head up and looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

He was looking out the window, possibly at something happening in the garden. I really didn't give a care. I cleared my throat loudly. He turned his head quickly towards me with both of his eyebrows raised in questioning surprise. I stared accusingly at him, then down at my silk-enveloped body, then back up at him. He lost the innocent expression quickly and it was replaced with one of dead-pan seriousness.

"It wasn't me."

"Right, yeah, of course not." As if. I was so done with this whole ordeal.

He smirked again. "You know what, whatever, you can believe what you want."

"Oh don't worry I will. Are we going now?" I impatiently glared at him.

"What the hell is your rush?"

"I want some clarity that's my rush! I don't understand what the hell is going on here, and you're being a complicated asshole who's only making things worse! I want answers, and I want them now!" Screaming again. I don't really think anyone could blame me considering the circumstance.

The guy stared at me for a long moment then with appraising eyes. He looked my body up and down, and then returned to watching my face. Then he smirked yet again, and walked over to the door, and opened it.

"Bella, have you ever heard of the saying 'Curiosity killed the cat'?" He asked mockingly as he turned back to face me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. What was he getting at?

He nodded his head and said in a suggestive tone, "Maybe you should ponder that for a bit."