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Warnings: Violence, Mental breakdown, fight scene, annoying Jacob Black. Oh and swearing, lots of it.


The Moon, a Dreaded Thing, She Is

I hadn't even managed to sleep in until morning. When I awoke again, it was still the dead of night. Turning my head, wide awake suddenly for some reason or other, the clock read 3:52am. God fucking damnit. I had hoped to sleep this away and make myself believe it was all a dream, but wide awake as I was, that was seemingly impossible.

So I had been kidnapped by someone who claims to be the Prince of Vampires, along with his overexcited and overeager brother, who may or may not be blood related, and my parents are most likely being arrested or hospitalized because they tried to save me from such a fate that… I didn't even know what it would mean for my life or my future. How the hell was I meant to deal with this? Stuff like this just shouldn't happen to a normal seventeen year old! Though, I was anything but normal, with the best friend (though annoying) as a werewolf, giant morphing wolf thing, I never believed he was a true werewolf.

With a sigh, I turned over, facing the wall to try to go back to sleep. I didn't feel nor hear the presence of my captors, perhaps they had gone hunting. That brought a shiver up my spine. I knew Edward drank from humans, but Emmett… his eyes were golden, like the book had stated, he drank from animals, making him weaker then Edward. Was that a true disadvantage? I'd say I'd feel better had his eyes been red too, so he could be able to stop Edward should he lose control, but then that made me feel heartless, Emmett then would've killed many, many people to have his eyes as red as Edward's.

A sudden crash caused my eyes to snap open, to which I hadn't even realised I had started to close them, and my body to sit up faster then I had in my life, giving me a few minutes of the world turning on its side and turning hazy.

Recovering, I slowly got on my tip toes, slipping on my shoes over my still pretty soggy socks, an unpleasant feel and sound to experience, and headed for the door. Looking back, it confirmed my thought on the vampires; they were out hunting and probably for a while yet. Satisfied and testing my luck, I opened the door. Nothing. No booby traps or sudden skeleton's jumping out. For God's sakes, Bella, they're vampires, not witches or wizards. And this is a hotel, not a dungeon. Clearly, the reading of a variety of novels had gone to my head. Note to self, turn it down with the fantasy novel reading, Shakespeare included.

There appeared to be nothing in the corridors when I looked left first, then right, but I could hear the sound of ripping, then the sound of something thick and spongy moving and dropped. I was half tempted to hide back in the room, curiosity be damned, but, much like the cat I believed myself to be, I slowly crept out of the room and into the hallway in the direction of the sounds.

The door that held what sounded like a Bog Monster behind it appeared to be nothing different then the rest, except for the eerie blue light that seem to be shining from the bottom of the door, the dust that could be seen falling endlessly from the sky added a shiver down my back. The light above me flickered on and off, the bulb slowly dying. The only other visible lights, other then the blue shine under the door, was another light down beside the stairs, another beside the elevator and a green glow of the fire exit sign.

Something hard dropped behind the door, followed by heavy breathing. A dog panting? Were the wolves here? Had they found me, come to take me home? Said beast sniffed before it whined. It was definitely a canine of some kind, nothing else made that noise.

Relieved for the wolf pack to have found me, I walked towards the door and about ready to open the door, my hand hovering over the door's knob before a horrid smell hit me. That wasn't wet dog I was smelling; I had grown used to the smell somewhat, spending time with Jacob and his gang on some nights for story telling. Curious, and frightened dare I admit, I bent down to look through the keyhole. The doorway to the image of hell itself.

My eyes turned into globes at the sight before me. The room, despite the only light to see was the blue rays of the full moon from the window, everything was brightly standing out in devastating horror. The room, which was previously in a dull dirty white colour, was now a thick red of blood. The remains of what used to be a woman was lying on the floor, her entire belly had been ripped open, her insides mostly gone, the exception of what looked like her liver and intestines, the liver currently in the hands of her murderer.

The murderer wasn't even human. What seemed to look semi human, without any look of the humanity to make it human in view, was crouched, naked from the waist up, a strong chest and six pack showing, with the remains of what must've been baggy jeans clinging onto his waist, thighs and legs up until the knee. There was nothing left under the knees but shredded shoes. What used to be human skin was now thick, blood soaked dark grey fur. What used to be human hands were now muscled claws, the feet now huge paws, the ears now furred; long and pointed but the worst was the face. Gone was the human face, in it's way now took the form of a huge canine head, huge nose, strong jaw and sharp teeth, blood already dripping from it continuously as if it were drooling blood, along with the whiskers that, too, had some miniature versions of the saliva blood clinging to the whiskers. There was no tail to be seen, the only thing that kept it even remotely human as the moon shone brightly on its prisoner.

Unaware of my presence, it continued on to its meal, taking a large chunk out of the liver as blood spurted forth from between the edges of the beast's teeth, the blood almost black, it was so dark. Horrified, I took steps back, the only action I was capable of in my semi petrified state. The gargled sound of the creature's delight brought shivers to my spine, my mind just managing to not crash in on itself. I moved back until my behind touched the wall; even then, I tried my best to dissolve into the wall, sliding down the wall until I reached the balls of my feet and proceeded to hug my knees to my body, about as invisible as I will ever get.

So many things went through my mind, such as where that thing came from? Why was it here? How did it get here? What was that thing! Neither calmed me, my breaths coming out in slow pants, close to hyperventilation.

Quick, get help, get to the phone, call for help! My common sense was trying to tell me, its voice fading as terror took over. Shaking my head, I tried to concentrate on what it was telling me. Stop messing about, get a hold of yourself, woman! Pick up the phone and call for fucking help! With a new resolve, terror fading, though still faintly there, I got up to my feet whilst trying to move quickly and silently. Unfortunately, my talent of being subtle was near a negative value. Being human, I snagged on a nearby table which, of course, due to my awful human luck, or some being above hated me so much, teetered dangerously, the vase on top shaking. Despite praying internally, please God, don't make it fall, anything but fall, the vase, rebellious as it was, fell over the side, hitting the floor and breaking the silence with a loud smash.

A questionable and shocked grunt from the other room, the half human half wolf beast then proceeded to growl menacingly. Then silence, broken a few moments later by large sniffing noises, horridly loud. Large footsteps came to the door, turning my head swiftly, I could just about see where the beast was standing, its feet blocking the light from appearing at the bottom of the door. Getting to my feet slowly, trying to be silent in the process whilst the beast hadn't moved at all in the last ten terror filled seconds (not ten minutes?), however horribly I was at being quiet, only when I try, of course.

BANG.

I couldn't prevent the loud gasp in terror from escaping. Turning quickly back at the door, my eyes turned to saucers to discover it was just merely holding on its hinges, the lock ready to burst. Five deep gauges from hell claws were blending with the wood of the door, light from the moon poured through the newly made gaps. Then they were covered, a large golden, evil eye appeared from the second top gouge, setting its sights on me, glaring wantonly, hungrily. A snarl broke, before its eye disappeared, replaced with a look at the rippling muscles of its muzzle as it looked to the ceiling and howled.

Understanding dawned on me, wolves howled to call one another. Did that mean there were more of those things out there? I certainly hoped not!

With reality hitting me for the reason of that howl, the beginning of the hunt, I got to my feet faster then before and ran, calling for help be damned! As soon as I broke into a sprint, the beast charged through the door, the only indication of this was the loud crash! that sounded behind. Not daring to look back, I kept running, more falling, down the stairs and out the front door into the wide open space. Too terrified was I to listen to my common sense, too terrified to realise just how stupid it was a decision to run out in the open with no place to hide or anything to use as a distraction, too selfish was I to think of other people's lives at this point.

I managed to make it just outside, where the moon was shining ever brighter then in the hotel. Outside was nothing but grassland, no buildings around, for miles it seemed, completely cut off from the rest of society, the only thing keeping it in tune with the rest of the world was probably the television. Not accepting the hopelessness of running away or calling for help, I ran to the nearby forest, hoping to lose the werewolf that way, but it was doomed to failure.

Next thing I knew, the werewolf had landed with a loud thump right in my path. Quickly, I tried to turn, but my ill coordinated feet all but refused and I landed face first in the path of leaves. Raising my head quickly, I saw I was face to face with one of Lucifer's servants. Huge yellow ravenous eyes ravaged my own, huge jaws dripping with saliva and blood, breathing out a horrendous stench of death itself. Snarling, it raised a large, thick muscled arm, claws extending to look almost twice its size as it readied to bring it down on my head. Frightened for my life, I ducked, regardless to it being futile and completely pointless.

The huge clawed arm never came down; instead the sound of a hoarse bark followed by feral snarling filled the air around me. Despite being scared shitless, I looked up to see the commotion. I had started to think the vampires had heard the howling and had come to my rescue, since they clearly needed me alive, but instead I saw another huge wolf fighting off the werewolf. The werewolf was less then pleased, a large clawed hand swiped at the huge wolf, throwing it aside. Irritably, the huge wolf practically roared at the werewolf once it got its balance collected. The wolf was a tawny-red colour with greenish eyes, eyes I recognised. Oh no.

"Jacob! What're you doing!" I was feeling a mixture of emotions, surprise, anger, relief, guilt and fear. I had thought that Sam would've kept him back in La Push; I was a bit naïve to believe such a thing. Jacob was as stubborn as a jackass, maybe more so. Jacob merely snorted in reply, being in wolf form detached his use of human speech. I quickly struggled to my feet, about ready to give Jacob a real scolding, when the werewolf howled, louder then before with more ferocity and harshness. It took just my slight flinch from its howl for it to attack, aiming straight for me. Jacob, however, wouldn't allow such a thing. With an enraged roar, he threw his whole body at the werewolf, stuck in a dog fight, unlike those petty ones in La Push between other wolves.

No, this one wasn't simply a test of strength, it wasn't a petty fight between friends that would later shake hands, give each other a noogie and all would be fine. This one was to the death. There would be no going easy on each other, no holding back, just complete let go to their animal instincts and like all serious fights, there was blood.

Like last time, Jacob wasn't doing so well. It could've been the simple fact that because the werewolf hadn't completely turned into an animal, it had the advantage of being stronger and more agility then that of a normal wolf. It easily managed to punch and claw Jacob aside, dazing him for a few moments and leaving enough a delay to move in for a crushing blow, which Jacob was able to avoid most of the time. The biggest problem for Jacob was that he was a pack animal, whilst werewolves seemed to tend to hang out by themselves. Because of this, Jacob was weaker then the werewolf, since they didn't need the extra strength whilst in a pack, so being alone, which seemed to happen a lot for him these past few weeks, made him extremely vulnerable compared to vampires.

Just to prove my point, the werewolf gave Jacob one last swipe that sent him backwards over his other side. A gasp escaped without my consent, a short flashback appearing of the last time Jacob was beaten back by Edward, back a few hours (or was it a day?) ago. It felt like days had passed since then, the flashback vague but still there. Edward having snapped Jacob's neck as he lay there, helpless to fight him off. Why was Jacob so irresponsible to risk his life? And why for me? There was absolutely nothing remarkable about me, I had no special power, no special kindness and neither was I even first class! I was an everyday, working class civilian who would hopefully one day attend a decent University and earn a good living, maybe even start a family. Wasn't that something everybody wanted at some point in their life?

"Jacob!" Fear really did make people careless, as I called out Jacob's name, hoping he'd reply, hoping he wasn't… But that was a big mistake on my part; my shout caught the werewolf's attention once again. With a snarl, it fully turned, lowered in a humanoid like crouch before walking on all fours (awkwardly, I might add) towards me. I looked quickly towards Jacob, spotting movement; Jacob was only just getting his bearings back. Surely, if I could distract the werewolf for long enough, it would give Jacob enough time to recover from his throw about.

As I got ready to turn and run (and probably fail), the werewolf readying its arm to slash, a loud hissing rung. The werewolf froze, seeming to recognise the hiss and looked in its direction, its snarling face turned from hunger to murderous, absolutely murderous. In complete rage, it roared back towards the hiss, standing back on its hind legs, hands open wide and claws extended as far as they would go. What had agitated it as much as it had?

With no warning, a blur cut across the field from the trees, heading straight for the werewolf, slamming it aside. Confused and dazed, it took me a few seconds to realize fully what had happened. The used to be blur and werewolf broke off, both taking angry stances. It was Edward!

"Go, Isabella! Run!" He hadn't turned his head away from the werewolf, not trusting it to not strike, but the werewolf was entirely too focused on Edward to care that I or even Jacob were there anymore.

"Oh, you found a puppy? Right on!" Trust Emmett to still find humour in the situation. "Recon he wants to play?" In rage, the werewolf turned its head towards Emmett, as if it had understood exactly what he had said. But surely, it was mostly beast now, it surely couldn't understand! Feeling cornered, the werewolf howled, loud as could be, towards the skies and the moon, before crouching and leapt right towards Emmett.

Emmett wasted no time in dodging. "Puppy likes to play rough, well rough he shall get!" Even if Emmett was incredibly fast, the werewolf had the strength, so they were evenly matched. I remembered the stories, how true werewolves and vampires hated each other like cat and dog, they would be evenly matched in a battle overall, with just wits and experience for them to help defeat one another.

Edward joined in on the battle, not letting his brother be hurt badly during the fight between each other. The werewolf would have to be incredibly smart to get out of a fight between two vampires, especially if one could read minds.

"Bella!" A yell caught my attention, dragging it away from the duel between werewolf and vampire not far away, but far enough to be considered relatively safe. I turned my gaze towards Jacob, who was now in his human form with just trousers, loose as well, to keep him covered. He always seemed to have some problem wearing a top even on freezing days.

"Jacob, are you alright?" Typical Bella, making sure everyone else is ok before caring about your own well being, I was half expecting Jacob to throw that at me.

Jacob wasted little time in reaching me, grabbing my arm and pulling me, with no effort at all, I should remind you, towards the trees. "Forget that, we need to get you out of here!"

It sounded like a good idea, but I couldn't leave behind Edward and Emmett to fight the werewolf alone. Yes, and you can really make a difference. My subconscious was really good at reminding me of how human I was.

"Bella, come on!" Jacob was leaving hardly any room to argue. "We need to leave before the werewolf loses interest!"

But still, I couldn't leave behind the vampires. "But we can't just leave them!"

"Are you fucking serious!" Apparently, Jacob agreed with my subconscious. No surprise there, then. "Bella, they kidnapped you, they blackmailed the country just to get you! I mean, that's sick! Yet, you wanna just go back to them!" Jacob made it sound like I had Stockholm Syndrome (1) but that just wasn't the case at all. It was the case of the country, though it hadn't been mentioned much, I was sure that if I was taken, then the country would face a war, a civil war that would end worse than the last American Civil War.

"It's about the country, Jacob, I can't let the country fall just because I don't like the idea of being a blood bank." That was the wrong thing to say, but I hardly cared at that point. Jacob was being unreasonable, in my opinion, being selfish like he is known to be.

Jacob had snarled when I said that word, about ready to spit as if it left the worst taste in his mouth thinking about it, which it probably did. "Fuck that, Bella! I'm not leaving you to be eaten or taken advantage of by a bunch of bloodsucking parasites!" The final words were said with such malice that I flinched. Jacob's body was practically vibrating on the spot, even after that time, he still couldn't control his temper. Be careful, Bella, tread easily.

"Jacob." I kept my voice even, but careful, soft. The worst thing that could happen would be Jacob shifting with him so close to me. "I don't like this anymore then you do, but I really haven't got a choice, I can't leave people to die for me." Jacob seemed to understand as he calmed down slightly, but his eyes still showed the amount of rage that was hiding deep inside, trying to take over and make him shift.

"Let's at least move from here, I haven't really seen a real werewolf before."

I found the chance to brighten the mood. "So, you now admit you aren't real werewolves?"

Jacob rolled his eyes but his fury seemed to have been forgotten, his body slowing to still, normal human movements. "We're humans, we turn into wolves, therefore, we are werewolves. Period."

I had to shake my head. Jake stopped me from replying, grabbing my arm tighter, but not tight enough to hurt, and started walking, almost dragging, me towards the forest. "I'm not sure how long those bloodsuckers can keep that wolf busy." I did, indeed, notice how Jacob didn't insult the werewolf, but I didn't dwell on it.

I looked back, whilst still letting Jacob drag me off, towards where the battle was, but trying to keep Jacob calm I hadn't noticed that it had grown silent, there were no sounds anywhere. Concerned, I tried listening harder, but there was nothing, no birds, no howls, barks, hisses, roars, nothing. It was completely vacant but our heavy breathing.

"Jacob?" I only got a grunt in reply. "Why is it so quiet?" That's when Jacob paused. That had me worried, Jacob had much, much, better hearing then I did. Shouldn't he have noticed before I did that it was silent?

"...I'm not sure..." That was the worst answer I could ever have been given. Jacob brought me closer to him, I didn't protest despite the temperature rising to an uncomfortable level due to his body heat. The forest remained eerily quiet, reminding me of those trees from the old Snow White movies, bringing shivers down my body. I was just glad we weren't dealing with witches, but I certainly hoped that those weren't as real as they appeared to be long ago (around the 1500s to be exact).

It remained that way for what seemed like minutes, long minutes, until it was broken. A single howl from a werewolf, then silence once again. That silence didn't last as long as the last, broken by trees rustling. Jacob growled, the best he could in his human form, standing on front of me as a barrier, before he shut up and tensed.

Moments later, Edward and Emmett appeared from the trees. They looked like a mess, their clothes torn and blood in places, but they seemed unharmed.

"Big wolf got what was coming to him, just turned his tail and fled, he did!" Emmett was pouting, but I was too much in shock to really take notice of what he was saying. These two had come back unscathed by a werewolf attack, a werewolf I had seen eating a person a few moments ago.

Edward seemed to ignore Emmett completely, watching me. "Are you ok, Isabella?"

I was cut off from Jacob before I could answer positively. "What's it to you, bloodsucker?"

Edward merely looked annoyed; I suppose I would be too having just fought off one dog already. "It's polite to ask, rather than make assumptions, Jacob."

"I wasn't making assumptions; I just knew it was a stupid question to ask! She just saw a werewolf, I thought you bloodsuckers killed them all off!"

"You make us sound like we're complete bad guys or something, that's not cool, man." Emmett whined, still in a high from fighting a werewolf, unable to stand too still for too long. Edward hushed him; Emmett pouted even more but went for a walk about around the trees whilst Edward continued arguing with Jacob.

"The increase number of vampires in the area could mean that the gene inside humans, even from just carriers, are being forced to activate to make up for the number of vampires, as werewolves and vampires hate each other, having had wars with each other for centuries. So nature is simply trying to even the odds, we can't know who is a werewolf until the gene is already activated." This was almost too much information for me to take in. We didn't just have a vampire problem, now we had a werewolf epidemic coming as well? Feeling lightheaded, I sat down hoping to feel better. It didn't make a difference.

"The fuck? Can't you just smell these bastards out?"

I was paying more attention to keeping my head clear, but still, the argument tore through my thoughts. "I'm sorry; it's a bit difficult when you make an appearance."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

"You're the dog, why don't you sniff them out? It's your problem, after all."

"Bastard, they're your enemies too!"

"But they aren't anywhere near our home, therefore they pose no problem, I see no reason to deal with them right now."

Annoyed, and more than a bit shell shocked, I stood up abruptly. The action shocked both vampire and wolf into silence, sweet silence. Just needing to get away, I turned and walked off, faster than a mere walk.

"Bella?"

"Isabella!" I ignored both calls. I was angry, I was upset, I was frustrated and I just wanted to be left alone. Being completely honest, I was surprised I hadn't broken down yet. That should've concerned me, but it didn't, all I cared about was getting away, even if it was completely pointless.

"Isabella, wait!" I didn't. "Isabella, please!" I wasn't listening. It didn't matter whether I complied or not, Edward Masen was a vampire, selfish and unsympathetic, he would never understand. A cold hand, what might as well have been a statue for all it felt, inside and out, grabbed my arm. I tried pulling away, I had to get away, but it didn't make a difference. A statue, nothing but a statue, cold, heartless, unfeeling-

"Isabella." It was said so forcefully, yet hypnotic, I couldn't help but look. I couldn't remember what I was saying earlier, I couldn't remember anything, not even my name. Nobody was there but him. With no sunglasses to cover those eyes, I was caught completely and utterly under his gaze, his blood lust gaze. They were almost shining like rubies, colourful, rare rubies. The more I stared, the more I saw behind those eyes. The red was swimming, almost like the blood he probably drank, but even that thought was barely legible in my mind. Were his eyelashes always that… elegant?

"Bella!" I came to my senses hearing Jacob's yell. When I turned my head away, everything came back, the spell had been broken. That sonova-!

Agitated again, I turned, not to walk, but to run. Again, it brought no positive results, what was the point in even trying? This time, I was going to refuse to look into his eyes, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, well, I was fooled again this time, but third time lucky. At least, I hoped.

"Isabella, you can't go out there. What if-"

"Let go of me!" I was too distressed to even think about my foot before it happened. "OW, SHIT!" At least the vampire had the decency to let go of me whilst I nursed my poor foot, which was subjected to kicking said vampire in the shin and not even leaving a dirt mark. Pathetic. I got different reactions, Emmett, whom I hadn't paid much attention to and still really wasn't, laughed and Jacob, damn the bastard, was just about ready to break into a grin and probably laugh along with Emmett later. Edward, however, was the most peculiar. He positively freaked out.

"Isabella! Are you alright? Is it broken? Here, let me." He was about to reach for my foot, but I pushed his hand away. It was more a sign then actual pushing him away; a moving statue is one that moves on its own.

"No! Just… leave me be." It was a struggle to remain calm now; I hadn't noticed I was breathing faster, shallower, on the verge of hyperventilating. I just wanted to get away, just away, by myself, alone, away from here, was that too much to ask! All I wanted was for some alone time, it wasn't like that was asking a lot!

"Isabella, calm down, you're alright." Edward seemed to be acting like I was some sort of wild animal, his hands up in a calming manner, as if to calm some animal. And this was directed at me. I couldn't help it, I laughed. Laughing hysterically. I hadn't even realised that tears were falling from my face until I wiped my face, still stuck laughing. It wasn't even that funny, yet I couldn't stop!

"Just… you act like I'm… I'm the animal here… yet, look." Still laughing, though not as hard, more on the serious side, though still laughing nonetheless. "Vampire prince, vampire prince's brother and wolf shifter! It's not even that hilarious… but still! Yet I'm… being treated like I'mthe animal! It's… not right and yet… I can't stop laughing!" I laughed still for a good few moments, noticing, despite my predicament, that Edward was getting slowly closer, until he touched me.

That touch was all it took. The laughter stopped. A few seconds silence, until without any reason at all, a sob escaped my throat. Then a whole series of sobs escaped, followed by tears, and I fell to the ground on my knees. Edward followed down quickly, despite my weak protests with a shake of my head and the pushing with my hands, all ineffective. Why couldn't he just fucking leave me alone already!

"Isabella, take deep breaths, slowly." I tried to take his advice, even as I hated him as much as I did when he took me from my parents, when he attacked Jacob, when his kind started this whole war in the first place.

"Hey, bastard, what are you doing!" Not again. Not again! I couldn't deal with another fight.

"Hey man, chill, this isn't doing Belly Bear any good picking a fight."

"Belly Bear! What the fuck!" It really wasn't helping matters.

"Jake, just shut the hell up!" My head felt ready to explode, but finally sweet silence after my order came, just as I wanted. It didn't last, my sobs coming back tenfold. Edward took action, but he honestly, when I looked up as he called my name, looked terrified. A vampire, terrified of a hysterical little girl? It would've been hilarious, should the situation have called for it, but it didn't.

"Isabella, take deep breaths. You're in shock. Careful, deep breaths. Count, one, two three. Out, one, two, three. Keep going." Edward's voice was strangely calm despite his looks, it was… really calming. I couldn't help but take his advice, breathing in, then out, carefully, slowly, with his timing.

A few moments of that, I felt somewhat calm again. At least coherent. I was still left in tears with a few sobs here and there, however. And the feeling of utter hopelessness along with desolation, having been desolate of human contact.

"It's just… not fair. Why me? Why not somebody else?" I sniffed, whipping my nose on my jacket, even as it sounded gross, I didn't care one bit. "Why me, out of the whole globe you could have?"

Edward sighed. "It wasn't my choice, it was just fated to be like this." He explained, gently whipping my eyes of tears with his hand. He was surprisingly gentle, considering his strength, but this was simply a fleeting thought. "I'm not sorry it happened though, but I am sorry you have to go through this and I'm sorry for how it happened. Maybe, when we get to know one another better, you'll understand better." But Edward shook his head. "No, you may never understand until you turn into a vampire."

My head came up, in shock. "I'm going to be turned into a vampire?" I wasn't sure of the idea; certainly I hated vampires, but to become one? I was probably still too far in shock to think about the pros and cons properly, or even care.

Edward shushed me, his index finger pressed to my lips as if I were made of glass. "This isn't a talk for now; we're months before we have to talk about it. Let's just focus on the now before we think of the later." Edward looked around a moment. "We should go before that shifter comes back." Realizing what he said, I looked to where Jake used to stand, to find thin air standing.

"Where did he…?"

Edward shook his head. "Emmett is distracting him; we can leave without a fight if we leave now. I really don't want to fight with your friend and risk hurting you more." I really didn't want to leave, but what the vampire said made sense. I didn't want a repeat of what happened back in Seattle –had it really been a day ago that happened?- not when I seemed to be almost losing my mind.

I bit my lip and nodded. "Okay, anything just to get away."

Edward nodded, seeming relieved, before he helped me stand. He then turned around, as if to give me a piggy back. I stared blankly. Edward smirked slightly. "Well, how else are we going to pull off a quick and quiet escape?" I wanted to roll my eyes, but I refrained from doing so and got on his back. I held on extra tight, knowing it'd only hurt me should I hold too tight. Being this close, I could smell Edward, which seemed a bit freaky, being human and all. It was hard to describe, but it was a sweet smell, a hint of honey? Before I could dwell much further, Edward shot off without warning.

Of course I screamed, who wouldn't? It didn't last more than a minute though. The whole way, I kept my eyes shut tight, afraid I'd throw up should I look. Before I knew it, we landed.

"Thank you for travelling via Vampire Airlines, please exit safely and we hope to see you again." Said vampire was grinning ear to ear at my reaction. "Please vomit after you get off the vehicle, thank you."

I was about to punch him, but remembered the fate of my foot when I decided violence was better than words. I decided against it. "You could give me more warning next time." I mumbled whilst taking a look around. It was a cottage type home it seemed, but when I looked out of the window, all I saw was snow. Were we in Canada now? I didn't bother to ask.

"I'm sorry, love, I'll remember next time." He smirked slightly. "But I just had to hear you scream, your reaction was just as I expected." He chuckled slightly, before his face softened into a friendly smile. "Get some sleep, there's a bed upstairs, I'll stay down here and keep guard."

That seemed good enough to me. With a mumbled "goodbye," I turned on my heels and headed upstairs. I had no clothes to change into and since it was still early in the morning, the sun nowhere in sight, but with it snowing as hard as it was outside, there was no chance the sun was going to make an appearance even during the day.

The room was nothing short of old fashioned, a lighted candle was beside the bed, a nice fireplace not too far from my bed, also lighted, no pictures but the wallpaper suggested its age. It wasn't cold, which I was thankful for, the fireplace and candle giving just the right amount of heat to not be cold even if there should be a blizzard outside. With a sigh, and a tear escaping from my eye, I slipped into bed, worried about my future evermore, along with the now.


That's a shit ending if I ever did see one. Sorry guys, but it ended like that. I'll get better, I promise!

Please review your thoughts, I want to know about the werewolf part, I love werewolves! Stephanie Meyer mentioned they used to live, but Felix or someone killed them all, bastard. Ah well, review please!
~Blackie

(1) Stockholm Syndrome - A state described as when a person has been kidnapped and said person is falling in love with that kidnapper or believing that they really need that kidnapper and often refuse to charge their kidnapper with kidnap. It was named after the city of Stockholm, the capital of Sweden.