Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight, nor do I own New Moon.

Authors Note: This part of the story is told from another characters point of view.

Chapter Seven

Victims

I planned to escape tonight, from my horrible, wretched prison. I was treated like a servant day and night, locked away.

"Kat!" I heard the sing song voice, jumping up and running towards the caller. I followed it into a room fit for royalty.

"Ah, there she is. Our loyal assassin, please have a seat." Danielle waved her hand elegantly towards a chair in front of them. Five in total; Craven, Danielle, Michael, Leo and Christiana. I bowed before taking my seat.

"We've brought in two new prisoners; they're down in the containment rooms." This time it was Craven who spoke.

"Yes, but that is not why we have called you down. We have called you down to discuss your latest escape attempt." Michael snapped curtly.

I racked my brains for a valid excuse, "Well, you see I…"

"Kat, my dear, we need not your stupid excuses. Next time you try, it will be put under a very severe punishment." Craven explained.

"I see not why you punish me, I am not free. I am a servant; I work for you yet get no pay!" Anger soothed through me like blood.

"Why you ungrateful witch. How dare you speak to us in such a manner." Christiana was on her feet and gripping my neck in less then a second. "You should feel grateful, you stay in our house and we keep you alive." The other four sat, watching the presentation with amusement.

"If it was my choice Madame, I would gratefully kill myself for you." I snapped.

Christiana growled in frustration, "You stupid, stupid girl! How dare you, how dare you. If Leo didn't have a certain fascination over you then I would rip your bloody throat out right this second."

The laughter of the others ceased at the turn of speech. Leo was the first to interrupt the girls. "Ladies stop this instant. I will not have you speak to each other like that."

"Ah of course, you stand up for the girl you adore more then your own sister!" Christiana snapped.

"I beg your leave; ladies, gentlemen." I interrupted.

"Yes, get out of our sight!" I was pretty sure that Christiana tried to put a lot of venom into her voice, but it just ended up with a lot of spit. I tried storming out of the room, but elegancy won and I lightly bowed to the five and left.

"Kat, stop." I heard Leo's familiar voice. I turned around and curtsied with as much dignity as I could muster.

"Yes?" I asked, innocence hiding my shame of what had just happened in the other room.

"Stop being so formal. I dislike seeing you in such a terrible mood." He smiled, tilting my head upwards.

"I'm terribly sorry for what just happened; I don't know what I was thinking." I stuttered. I disliked Leo with passion, he was rude and selfish.

"It's okay, but beware; I stand by what Christiana said, if you try to escape again we have no choice, servants who don't listen are problems." At that moment I wished I wasn't so scared of death or I would have hit him square in the face.

"Yes sir," I was about to curtsy again but he pulled me up straight and kissed me.

"Please don't make me do the unforgivable." He turned and re-entered the room.

I wiped my hand across my lips, Disgusting! If he kisses me one more time I swear I'll hang myself. I made my way down to some rooms we keep prisoners in, opening the first door. I walked in, a young boy with blond hair was lying on the bed. I reached over, feeling his brow. I called to a guard to fetch an injection of ice.

Ice; my perfect creation, along with the tranquilizers. Ice was able to freeze every muscle in the body below the throat. So I could still receive answers for the questions I usually asked. When the guard returned with the familiar silver care, I assembled the injection needle and injected the fluid into the boy's arm. He groaned, rolling over. "I'm sorry; this fluid doesn't have the same effect as the dart so you shouldn't feel pain or anything at all."

"I'll be back in ten minutes, the drug should be fully in effect by then. Walk around, do something." I smiled. Oh, shut up! You're feeling sorry for these people. Are you dumb or something? I left the room, having my silent argument with myself.

I entered the next room over, a boy with bronze hair; sat on the bed. He flexed his arms, and turned to look at me.

"Hello Kat," He smiled.

I had to grip the wall from falling over, "How did you know my name?"

He smiled, "A musician never tells his secrets."

"Okay, whatever! It's not like I care!" I snapped, walking towards him. I had one more shot of ice left.

"My name's Edward; And I'm not going to let you give me that." He stood up.

I looked over at him; he was a good five inches taller then me. "I have to give this to you, so please just cooperate." I could tell that even if I tried I was never going to be able to convince him to let me give him the medicine.

"I really don't want problem Kat. I won't cause any trouble; just leave that ice; as you call it, away from me." He was still smiling.

"Listen, if I don't give this stuff to you I'll get into trouble. So either cooperate or I can get some people in here to help me." I tried to look as serious as possible. I was shifting from foot to foot.

He laughed then held his arm out, "Okay,"

I approached cautiously, What if he's tricking you stupid! He could probably out throw you in two point five seconds. Are you dumb? I ignored the voice that warned me. But later I realized I shouldn't have.

As I got ready to give the needle, I was suddenly starring at it in my own arm. Edward had quickly turned my hand and injected ice into my own body. "What…How…Why did you do this?" It was the only question I could ask; I had felt like I could trust him.

I staggered a little, and Edward grabbed me around the waist; helping me over to the bed. "I want to talk to you, without your arrogant assassin personage kicking in. Okay?"

"Yea, whatever." I could already feel the fluid numbing my muscles, crawling through my body.

"Okay, so your name is Kat, you're an assassin for vampire. You're a vampire killing vampires, that's ironic. You dislike this place, and plan to escape tonight. The only person you'd stay here for is your sister Angelica, who cooks in the kitchen. How am I doing?" He smiled.

I felt tired, I couldn't move but I still had my absolute sarcastic nature I couldn't help it from kicking in, "Good, when did a pamphlet about my life get handed out?"

He laughed; it was the most angelic sounding laugh I have heard in the longest time. "I can read your thoughts."

"Really? Okay what am I thinking right now?" I quickly thought up something hard.

"Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds. It's a quote by Albert Einstein." He smiled at my look of disbelief.

" I want to help you," I smiled.

"You want to help us escape?"

"Yes, I would like to help you escape."

"Okay, well we have awhile before that poison wears off." I loved the way he talked so smoothly, how he could be so calm. And then I wondered an unforgivable thought.

I wonder what he kisses like…

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