Emmett POV:

I breathed heavily as the bag was unleashed from my head. I was tied to a chair. I felt a lump of guilt in my stomach. I should've listened to Rosalie. I've let my family down. Now they were probably being intercepted, they're might not even be alive. The thought made my tummy flip. I noticed my arm was bleeding very badly, except no pain came.

Suddenly, and unexpectedly, a hooded black figure entered the basement-like room.

"What do you want?" I asked heavily. The man did not speak.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" I screamed. He broadened a smile and laughed an unusually familiar voice.

"You've separated our family, and if we're separated, Kaytlin–"

"Who's this 'Kaytlin'? Hm?" he asked. I hesitated.

"Lookie here, Emmett. You're going to tell me everything... If you want your family to surv—"

"No." I said proudly.

"I know for a fact that you'd kill them anyway." The man growled roughly and disappeared before my eyes.

"You're a VAMPIRE!" I yelled.

"Why yes I am." said the man from behind me.

"Volturi."

"No, actually, not. I have a new reputation these days... the question is, how do you find out who?" I thought for a while. He must be lying. No Cullen or Hale would've done this... and the Blacks are werewolves.

"You're lying." I muttered.

"I'm not. And I'm definitely not going to be a giveaway. What would my family say?" He laughed an evil laugh. Unexpectedly, there was a chorus of wolf-howling from outside. The man froze, then looked to the door. The door, I noticed, had the number 32 etched onto it. The sound of wood breaking was loud and clear. When I turned around, I didn't see the hooded figure. I was alone in a basement with a pack of werewolves upstairs. I didn't have a chance of going unnoticed; there was a light dangling above my head. Suddenly, the ceiling started to rumble and shake. I tucked my head and knees into my chest. If I died tonight, I would never forgive myself. If I had to face watching my family die, I'd rather die myself. The ceiling collapsed and a metal object hit me hard on the head. The last thing I remember was a gigantic wolf creeping towards me, then it went dark, darker than dark. Who was that man?