Everyone is on the same time now.
Kylie's POV
I clutch my left arm across my chest while I rock myself back and forth. That vampire broke it. She won't believe that I have no idea how to fight the wolves. I've answered every single dumb question she's asked truthfully since I got here. As long as I remain truthful then maybe it will bring less pain. Or at least that was my starting thought. Now I'm not quiet so sure. The jolts of pain as my skin touches fabric would testify against any beginning positivity.
I would have died by now if she didn't know what I need. I'm stuck in a storage room with a bucket for my little urges. A box of food and water are sitting in the corner. Survival instincts kicking in, I rationed it out as much as I could. The only light in the room is a tiny window a good 4 feet about my head. Seeing the daylight helps. But at night, it's just murder.
I can see Martins face more clearly. Yes, I remember his name. When I was young, I was kidnapped from a playground by a creepy old guy. The police found me not 20 minutes after we got to his house. I stayed in his basement for that entire time. I can't remember anything about it because I was so young. Just the things that my parents told me. I think I was four years old at the time. Dad kept a little report of that happening under his bed. I read it and that's how I got a hold of Martin's name. This was the reason he became a cop in the first place. He wanted to protect other people from what happened to me.
So this entire experience is like a blast from the past. Instead of smelling metal and rotting card board, I smell stale coffee and moth balls. I don't know where those smells are coming from. It's like a huge episode of deja vu. The only sound is my sniffling. I haven't really cried for the last two days. I think I gave up. No one has turned up for me. Paul is usually in my thoughts but he's not here. I think I might have lost hope in him too. I'll hate myself forever if I live through this. Which I don't think I will. A now familiar screech of metal takes me out of my day dreaming. The woman is coming back to question me some more. I don't bother cowering into my corner. She'd get me anyway.
"Feel like talking?" She asks. It's a black joke. I don't answer. She drained the humor out of me too. She knows I'll talk but I won't want to.
"Who is the black wolf?" I don't think. I just answer.
"The Alpha." I try to leave out names when I can. Details. I think she knows this already. I can't be sure. The questions, thoughts, and hours are molding together into one giant ball of hell.
"Where does he live?"
"In La Push. I don't know his address." It's true. I've never been to his house. And even if I did, I probably wouldn't know the address. Although I kind of wish I didn't say 'I don't know'. I'm more likely to be hurt if I don't know... I think.
The woman sighs. She has no problem with the minimal spots of blood that comes out of a huge scrap on my knee. When she kicked out my feet yesterday. She walks forward a little. I'm determined to keep my staring contest with the floor. Doesn't seem even remotely funny now. She slowly, gently reaches over my right arm to the pain that lay beneath. She grabs it almost hard enough to break it a second time. I scream and fight my own thrashing. It will be worse.
"Where does he live?" She growls like the monster that she is.
"I don't know! It's a white house on the same street as a junk yard!" I don't know why I bother trying to describe the house to her. It's not like she's going to be near it anytime soon. She applies a little bit more pressure. I scream and twist. It may as well have been running a truck over my arm.
"Fine. Who is the gray one?" Oh god. I don't want to answer this one. A little bit of friction on my wrist is all it takes.
"Paul, Paul." I cry. My other hand comes up on hers. It's no use trying to push her away. She's too strong. I hate how cold she is. Sobs break free.
"How do you know him?" Why him? Why them? Why me? I just want to go home.
"He's a werewolf. I'm friends with some of them." I moan and cry as she finally lets do. It hurts to hold and to touch. I try to make do any way.
"Which ones?" I've been asked these questions before. Does she know about the imprint? I can't tell her. That could be something for her to use. I have no choice though. I wish I could stay silent. Please forgive me, everyone.
"The sandy one, red one, and the chocolate brown." I answered.
"What are their names?"
"Seth, Jacob and Embry."
And it went on. Most of the questions have been repeated. I don't know why. I want it to stop. I want to go back home. The only thing I can do is huddle with a scratching, itchy fireproof blanket. It's big but it's warm. Eventually my wrist goes numb. The next morning I see that it's purple and swollen. I think of Bella. I miss her. I hope she's okay. She's has Edward now.
Then Alice. Oh, yeah. I have to do something to try and get her a vision. But what? I don't even know if this is helping. I just want to be found and with my limited, everything, it's the only thing. I miss Paul too. And Dad. What did the Cullens tell him? Did they just let him think anything? What about mom? Is she alive? I've already pieced together that she sold me out for some reason. But is she okay? I know all this pain and agony has happened because of her but I still can't bring myself to hate her.
Please, someone find me. I can't go on. Eventually this woman will kill me. Is Paul okay? Is someone there with him? Does he know I'm okay? Or alive? Does any of them know? Are they still looking for me? I decide to ask the woman her name. I probably won't get anywhere with it. But maybe she'll consider telling me the truth. Then maybe Alice will see it. God, please let them find me.
Alice's POV
I'm running with my husband Jasper. I can sense his fiery gaze traveling up and down my body. He tenses up very often. He's scared for me and I know it. We haven't found any trace of Kylie yet but we've found a ton for newborn vampires in Seattle. They've been moved and right now we're on their trail. It'll eventually lead us to Kylie. She was taken to Victoria. Victoria is behind the newborns. It's taking too long though. Carlisle is on edge. He doesn't want to lose Kylie too. He's like a second father to her really. Or he seems himself like that. She's another one of his daughters. He's always wanted a baby of his own. I guess Kylie was his chance.
I stop just in time for a vision. I feel Jasper touch my arm, waiting for me to come out of it even though it's hardly started. It's from Kylie's eyes like all the others are. She's a smart girl for thinking of me and my premonitions. This time she figured that she ask the woman's name. From the very beginning I've recognized the woman a little. But I could never place a name to her. I've described her to everyone else. Even Edward can't get it because he can't see the images, just the words in my head. Irina. That's what the woman said. Oh god, she's from the New Dali coven! I call Edward.
"It's Irina. The woman who has Kylie." Edward is surprised. Why would Irina do this in the first place? Kylie would know and therefore I already did.
"Laurent. The wolves killed him and Irina had feelings for him. She wants to kill the wolves and she partnered up with Victoria. Irina is torturing Kylie for information on the pack. She doesn't think that Kylie knows nothing."
"Any idea where they are?" he asks.
"No, not yet. But we're getting close. If I had to guess, Kylie will be home in no more then 3 days."
Paul's POV
Sam finally let me go. He's letting me run with the vampires as long as they don't go into the city. If they do, I have to hid in the woods until they come out. They say it's escorting them. Sam says that too. But we all know it's so I can get to Kylie faster. Now that I'm helping find her, I've got hope again. Every day I feel like we're getting closer. It's been so long since I've seen her. But smell of newborns is fresher each day. And sometimes there's the charred remains of a dead vampire that had been killed by their comrades.
We'll find her. I know we will. The fortune teller knows why she's being kidnapped now. And that she's not moving. It's just a matter of finding a needle in the haystack now. Which is much easier then cat and mouse. She's being hurt too. If I find this 'Irina' bitch, then I will personally kill her. I swear I will. She will die by my hand, much quicker then my Kylie is being hurt by her. I refuse to believe that she might be dying. She's a fighter. Kylie might not show it, but she's a fighter.
This time when we find a place where the newborns have stay, instead of only smell or black crap, there's actually a person there. A vampire. She's hunched over black remains choking on dry sobs. Alice is the only one who doesn't growl. It's me, the second blond, and the buffed out monster. I approach growling as fiercely as I can manage. The girl doesn't run or scream or attack or anything. She looks up at me then the vampires behind me.
"Make it quick." That's all she says. It makes the yellow-eyes freeze. They probably haven't met a willing, somehow civil, newborn before. Her eyes are the same flaming, bleeding red as any other newborn. They calm down quickly and I back off. Alice and Jasper move in. I can tell that the newborn is scared, but she stays her ground.
They question her. Ask her what's going on. Apparently her name is Bree. Her only friend, Michael was killed the night before. A red-head ordered his remains burned. Another man named Riley torched him with glee. When asked about Kylie, she had no idea. But she did hear a few people talking about a certain girl. It was near a warehouse seven or eight miles south of Seattle. It was abandoned and that's why they were there in the first place.
We asked her if she could lead us there. I think the blond used his emotion power over her because she calmed down and agreed with a smile. A smile you would not expect out of someone just about to get herself killed over a dead friend. We could very well find Kylie there. Alice thinks we will a lot so she calls up the other Cullens. The wolves are ordered after the newborns with them. Since we're only expecting Irina to be there, the doctor, Alice and I will be going there with Bree.
Kylie will be safe. I am filled with pure and utter joy, knowing that I will see her soon. The doctor is will us as fast as he can possibly manage. The only reason it's him is because no one else will be able to handle her injuries. Otherwise we would have just dragged the buff one with us instead. Kylie Kylie Kylie. I chant her name over and over and over. My brothers don't even complain about it. They are happy that she's going to be safe too. I can't wait to hold her.
Kylie's POV
I've been here so long that I've stopped worrying. I'm only scared when Irina comes into the room. Other then that, I just lay on the floor, staring until I'm so tired that I pass out. My wrist is turning darker. Some day's I think it's a little green. But it's not life-threatening. Irina is asking more important questions now. The ones that can kill someone. What's imprinting? What's the deal between Paul and I? What do I know about the Cullens? How do they fight? Most of it I don't know. Unfortunately it earns me bruised legs. To the point where I can't walk. They aren't broken, I know it. They don't throb the way my wrist does. I can't feel my fingers and wiggling my toes feels like my shins are getting punched again.
It daylight when I hear the screams. They aren't human or animals. It sounds like nails on a chalk board mixed with the pounding of metal and concrete. It sounds like breaking porcelain too. I huddle against the wall, scared even more. I haven't heard these in the... 14 days that I've been here. I never hear any noise besides the huge object that's always put on the other side of the door. It's something that a vampire can move. It's too heavy for me.
The sounds are cut off after just a minute or so. Then it's replaced by a wolf's howl. I don't recognize a specific howl. But I do know what it means. I don't try to stand. I just scream.
"I'm in here!" They'll hear me. I know they will. The howl is replaced by whines. My light from the window is blocked out. I look and I can't see anything. It's kicked in by a paw. The paw is then replaced by a snout. I can make out the black streaks against a much paler color.
"Paul?" I wonder. I don't need to though. I hear a shifting of metal being dragged over the concrete. The big rusted door is forced open and light floods the room. I flinch against it and feel cold hands touching my wrist. I scream and fall over in my rush to scramble away. Paul outside growls in response.
"Kylie, it's just me. Carlisle." A calm, honey sweet voice says. I can tell it is him even without the blinking and vision mess ups. But for some reason I still don't want him touching me. I'm scared all over again. I want Paul. I want him with me. He's safe. He'll protect me. He's safe.
Oh god I'm chanting again. I haven't felt so vulnerable to the point of my chants in forever. My desperate mental calls for help are soon answered. A new body enters the room. All I see is his body blocking the light. He moves quickly and I kind of freak out until a hot hand grabs my good one. I am happy for his sweltering hug even though it's painful for me to be pulled my my knees like this. My legs still hurt.
"Be careful, Paul. I know your happy to see her, but remember that she's still injured." Paul still doesn't let go, but his hold is a little big more gentle. He and Carlisle help me roll back over onto my but. I'm still wearing the same clothes from two weeks ago. I feel disgusting and stinky, suddenly. I guess I should have realized earlier.
I sit in Paul's lap while Carlisle checks my wrist. Paul's arms are wrapped around me. A warm comforting wall. Not keeping me here. Keeping me safe and protected. I want to sleep so much. So I lay my head on his should and go to sleep, even with the vampire doctor prodding at a painful broken wrist. For the first night in two weeks, I sleep a glorious dream instead of a horrid nightmare.
You know what my dream was? I admit it was more reality but I dreamed of Paul just being there. Holding me, touching me. Giving me sweet kisses and saying that he loved me. I guess that say is true. "you know your truly happy when you can't sleep because your dreams are reality". Or however that saying goes. It's a little loose in this sense but I think it counts.
Edwards POV
I happily hung up the phone and turned to Bella. She was worrying on Kylie's bed. Leafing through an old CD collection of hers. A back up for all of Kylie's favorite songs. I kiss her full on the lips ignoring any protests.
"They found her, Bella. They found Kylie." Needless to say, we were in the car that second, racing off to Virginia Mason Hospital.
Paul's POV
Kylie didn't have to go to the ER because her injuries were relatively stable and not life threatening. I was suppose to go out to the waiting room no matter how much I didn't want to. But Kylie ignored everything the nurses said and insisted that I stay with her. They didn't care in the end. I can to stay there the entire time while they put on a cast and x rayed her legs, looking for other injuries. Besides her wrist, her only issue was bruising a cuts. All of which she would be fine with. The only reason she wasn't discharged immediately was because Charlie wasn't there and Kylie was a minor.
She fell asleep as soon as the doctors were done with her. So she scoots over and makes me sit next to her. Watching her sleeping face, I realized that we didn't have a plan on how we found her. We of all people. I hope the Cullen's figure out something because I sure as hell don't.