I know, I know. It's been forever. MY computer had to be taken to Best Buy to be fixed because of some virus. Ugh, oh well. It's fixed now and that's all that matters.

No, no, no, God no! Aro is dragging me out of my house. The two men that were once holding Tyler are now flanking us. And I have to say, I'm really freaking out.

"Felix, Demetri, you may follow the others back to Volterra. I am no longer in need of your assistance. Tell my brothers I will not be long." The two men bow to Aro and, in the blink of an eye, they're gone. I'm still struggling in Aro's iron grip but it's no use. He's way to strong. I look on the ahead and see a black Lincoln parked on the curb. I'm determined not to let him get me in the car so I start to look around and see if there is some way I can escape. I realize that the only hope I have now is to try to alert some of the people in the neighborhood, so I start yelling and screaming obscenities at him.

"Let me go you fucking bastard! Help! I'm being kidnapped! You motherfucking son of a bitch! Goddamn it, let go!" We're almost to the car when I see some lights turn on down the street. Hallelujah! Aro just starts moving faster toward the car so I scream the most blood curdling scream you have ever heard in your life. That was a mistake. Aro slams me into the side of the car. I slide to the ground and try to compose myself. He picks me up by my hair and throws me into the passenger seat. In an instant he's in the car and we are driving out of my neighborhood.

My head still hurts from the blow. I know I have a concussion because my vision is getting blurry and I can't seem to focus my mind on anything. I'm slipping in and out of consciousness when I look at Aro. "What do you want? Where are you taking me?" I sound weak and groggy. I'm trying so hard to keep the darkness from overtaking me. Aro's hands are firmly gripping the steering wheel and his face has a blank expression. After a few seconds he look at me with a more hardened expression.

"We are going far, far away from here. You will never see your friends or family ever again. You belong to me now. And you must learn respect. I thought that little show back there would have changed your attitude a bit, but it seems I was wrong." He look away toward the road. He had this look in his eyes, almost a confused look. His words rang in my head like an echo. I was in way deeper than I could have imagined. Tears started to stream down my face. I turned my head toward the window.

"Are you crying?" I didn't look at him or answer. I was afraid if I did I would break down right then and there. I needed, now more than ever, to be strong. I felt his hand reach over and grab my face roughly and turn it to him. His stern expression falls slightly as he looks into my pain filled eyes. "Why are you so difficult? Why do you make me hurt you before you coöperate?" His voice is just above a whisper. It almost sounds like he's sorry for doing this. I push that thought from my head. He's playing mind games with you. He doesn't care if he hurts you. He'll probably kill you the second he gets a chance.

He's still looking at me with my face in his hand. How he can drive and not look at the road, I have no idea. But right now, I think crashing would be a blessing. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I don't want to look at him anymore. It hurts. I can feel the fire in me dying. I don't want to live anymore. There's no point. I'm never going to see anyone I care about ever again. I have no one.

Suddenly he let's go and we're pulling off to the side of the road. This is it. This is the end. I look out the window and notice we're on the same highway I was ditched on and we're in the same spot as the crash. He would kill me here. This is where everything happened. Go figure. We stop and he turns off the car. We sit there in silence for several minutes. I'm looking out the window and he's just looking straight ahead. I can't take the silence and anticipation anymore.

"Just get it over with, okay?" My voice is still soft and broken. His head snaps in my direction.

"What?" He asks as if I caught him completely off guard.

"If you're going to kill me, just do it. I'm tired of all of this. You've played your "game" and you've won. It's over." I look at him. His face has that same blank expression that he is so good at putting on.

"You wish for me to kill you." It wasn't a question. "You don't believe you have anyone. You believe me to be a cruel, calculating, greedy monster that has taken everything from you." Bingo. "You're right. I have taken everything from you. That is why I will not kill you, for you belong to me now. I have wanted to long and worked too hard to let you slip through my fingers. Kayla you are wrong. You do have someone. You have me." So many questions run through my mind. I don't even know where to start. I just sit there looking at him with a confused expression. I have him? Does he really think that I can have feelings toward him other than hatred? He's looking at me almost like he cares, but his face is full with anticipation. I don't know what to say. He answered an unspoken statement. He's done that before too. He can also move really fast and is really strong. He doesn't look normal by any standard and he's freezing cold. Not to mention he ripped Tyler's throat out with his teeth. I don't know why now, of all times, I try to put two and two together, but all these things just come rushing into my mind at once and I can't ignore it. I have a hunch about what he is but I don't want to think about it.

"What are you?" By the look on his face I can tell that was not the response he was expecting. Finally, he puts on his poker face.

"Why, whatever do you mean my dear?"

"It's like you read my mind just now. You can move super fast and you're really strong. Plus what you did to Tyler was...not normal. What are you?" He smirks and puts his hand over mine.

"That's a story for another day." He starts the car and pulls onto the highway as if nothing has happened.

Aro's POV

Oh Kayla, you know not what you are getting yourself into. Even though I knew she would have questions, I was not expecting it to be at that exact moment. I wish to keep her as naïve as possible for the time being. I will tell her at the right time, when she is ready.

We've been driving for two hours and Kayla hasn't said a word since. I look over and notice she has fallen asleep. I take this moment to study her. She's hugging her legs to her chest. Her head is rested against the window and her hair is slightly hanging in her face. She still doesn't have any shoes on. The car is silent except the soft, rhythmic beating of Kayla's heart and her breathing. She looks peaceful while she sleeps. But I know from her thoughts that her mind is anything but.

She wants me to kill her. Just the thought of losing her almost makes me cringe. In all honesty, it did bother me a bit to hurt her earlier. She is just so strong willed. I cannot let my emotions get in the way. It had to be done. She has driven my patients since the moment I met her. I suppose that is a quality I find interesting in her. It's difficult to anger me but she has almost made me reach my breaking point. It has been centuries since I have truly been livid. It was the day we overtook the Romanian's empire. Of course all turned out well but those Romanians, Vladimir and Stefan, have a way of really ticking someone off.

Kayla stirs in her sleep and wakes up. She stretches a little and sits up. "What time is it?"

"Twelve o'clock midnight. Why? Do you have somewhere you need to be?" She glares at me for my attempted jest.

"Just curious, that's all." She throws her head back and gives a loud sigh. "I'm starving. Do you got any food?" I try to ignore the grammatical error and glance over at her before answering.

"No. I do not have any food."

"Well can we get some?" I let out an exasperated sigh.

"I suppose." I find a gas station a couple of miles up the road. I park the car, get out, and go around to the passenger side to let Kayla out. She walked ahead of me into the store. I told her to get whatever she wanted.

I watched her as she went to the chip section and grabbed whole bag of "Doritos". Whatever that is. She then grabbed a beverage from the refrigerator section and walked over to me. "All set." I pay for the food and we walk back to the car.

When I pull onto the highway, I notice Kayla staring at me. "Do you have something to say?"

"You're not human." Oh, this again. I decide to answer her.

"Correct."

"Then what are you?"

"I thought we have already had this conversation. I will tell you when you are ready. Besides, don't you already have a few guesses in mind?" She's studying me ever so carefully. Like she's trying to look through me rather than at me.

"You can read minds." I hesitate.

"Yes. Yes I can." I answer slowly, enunciating my words. She looks as if she is pondering this information. "You know what I am. Just say it and get it out in the open." I know she doesn't want to admit it. She won't even admit it to herself.

"No."

"Well, until you tell me what you believe me to be, I will not answer anymore questions." The rest of the car ride to the airport was silent.

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