A/N: Woo! The Internet was working quicker than I expected. This chapter is extraspecially long, I don't really know why, I guess I couldn't find the right place to stop it. It also has two POVs which I haven't done before, but I felt it would have gotten dull if it was the same the whole way through.

Anyway, I want to say thanks to all of my reviewers! You guys rock, all comments are always welcome. Including the really random ones (unidentified stranger). I also want to say that my previous chapter is kind of similar to ChetCheerio's Maximum Ride story. I'm really sorry if it is, I didn't mean it to be. Also you should read ChetCheerio's story because it is awesomeness on a page. And if you haven't read the original Max Ride books, then quite frankly, ya haven't lived. So, to read...

JPOV

It was early evening when I walked down the High Street in Port Angeles, careful to keep my head down and stay unnoticed. It was getting dark anyway, but we still didn't know where Em and Nessie were so we weren't taking risks.

I was kind of glad to have gotten out of the house for a while. The constant pain and longing enveloping me was becoming too much. I couldn't cope with six people's emotions as well as my own. Of course the pain was perfectly justified; I just couldn't live with it all in my head.

I had been walking for around ten minutes before I realized that I had about the same idea where this craft store was as someone looking for penguins in the Arctic. So not a lot.

Maybe I should concentrate more. I glanced up more frequently to make sure I hadn't gone past it. Soon I got the woody scent of paper combined with a weird smell of wool. Trying to hide my disgust at the smell, I pushed the door open.

What could he possibly have bought in here? It's just a load of stuff with no apparent purpose. When Emmett came into this little place he had finally lost it.

I thought I should have a look around before asking the oldie at the desk; didn't want to draw attention to myself by asking what previous customers had bought. Okay, so I'm about four times her age, but she looks old.

While it is common knowledge that Emmett's my 'brother', it could also be common knowledge by now that he's missing. Carlisle hasn't been to the hospital in days and no one else has made an appearance in the town. Humans talk.

I rifled randomly through the various sheets of paper and pots of paints, making a great effort not to break anything by not paying attention. That would give me a lot of explaining to do and I wasn't in the mood for that right now.

Eventually I gave up looking; realizing that Emmett had such incomprehensible ideas that there was no way I could predict what he had purchased in this place.

Though I highly doubted he would have taken up knitting, had that been the case we would have a woollen rug to replace Esme's carpet by now. It would most likely be the most hideous colours imaginable as well knowing Em.

I wove swiftly between the piles of coloured envelopes, needles and threads stacked precariously on plastic containers and crates of fluffy yarn to the corner of the shop.

There I found the small woman stood behind the counter intently focused on an issue of "Needlework Central". I can't honestly say I've heard of it but I got a pretty good idea of what it entailed from a glance at the page she was studying; it appeared to be giving step by step instructions on every possible stitch known to man.

I made a mental note never to read it; they say vampires can only die by being burnt. I don't think I'll give boredom a chance. Seriously, she was reading Issue 358; how many stitches are there? Wow, humans these days really know how to live.

Her emotions were relatively normal; only concentration and a little worry. All humans have some worry in them all the time; there's always something which concerns them. I sensed neither fear nor fluster so I guessed she hadn't noticed me yet. I cleared my throat quietly so as not to alarm her. I needn't have bothered; she jumped a foot in the air anyway.

"I'm sorry ma'am; I didn't mean to startle you." I spoke gently; I didn't want to scare her more. I didn't know whether she feared me or hadn't gotten over the shock just yet.

"Mr Hale isn't it? Yes, I had your, um, brother in here the other day. Loud boy he was! And cheerful; I don't believe I've met anyone so happy. Oh and how is Esme? She's often in here whilst redecorating; very sweet woman." She drifted off.

"She's, uh, fine. Yeah, I just wondered if you could help me?" I was slightly taken aback; she obviously wasn't afraid of us. Well maybe of Emmett but it seemed that was only because he practically shouted all the time; not being used to old people.

"Oh of course dear, what can I do for you? I noticed you having a look around our wool selection a moment ago; is there something in particular you're after?" Dang she talked faster than Alice! I didn't know humans could speak at such a speed especially old people; guess I don't interact much, but it's for a good cause.

Trying not to let my eyes widen, I responded as normally as I could. "Um, well, you mentioned meeting my brother Emmett. You see, Em has lost his credit card and he contacted the company who asked him to figure out where he last used it," I lied, hoping it made some kind of sense. "He seems to think it was here, in your shop, but he can't remember what he actually bought. I was hoping you could tell me what he purchased?"

"Well, strictly speaking, we aren't really supposed to disclose that kind of information. However, since you are family… oh, I don't think it will be a problem. Nobody has to know. I'll just have a fiddle around and see what I can do. Have a seat if you'd like." She gestured to a small chair in the corner surrounded by books and various beads and ribbons before bustling into the back room.

I knew I would be more comfortable standing, but considering most people would rather sit, I went to sit in the corner until she came back; hopefully with a list of Em's purchases. I was beginning to dread what they could have included. Emmett could be very creative when he set his mind to it…

"Um, your brother, he seems to have bought, uh, rather a lot. I thought it best to print off the receipt rather than try to relay everything to you. Yes, I didn't know he was so interested in craft! Anyway. Here," she handed me the very long receipt. I made a conscious effort not to touch her, and put the paper into my jacket without looking at it. I didn't really want to know what he'd bought to be honest. "I hope it helps him find his card; though I don't know how it could. He didn't leave it here to the best of my knowledge."

I smiled at her, not exposing too many teeth; I hadn't scared her yet and didn't want to start now. "Thank you very much for all your help. You have a lovely shop here. I hope to come back soon." I didn't want to tell her that I had no more interest in craft now than I did two hundred years ago; that would be a little rude.

"Not a problem. Give my best wishes to Esme and good luck finding your brother's card." She waved me out of the shop. As I left, I took a deep unnecessary breath; relishing in the lack of wood. It was then that I realized that her scent had not bothered me once. I guess I had hunted recently, and she was old but still, quite a feat for me.

I walked slowly, knowing I could run when I got out of the town. It was pretty dark now, but still early-ish, so people were around, coming in and out of the few shops that remained open. I was approaching the outskirts of town, preparing for the exhilarating run home. I checked to make sure no one could see me; that wouldn't help our cover very much.

Then I heard my name. I tensed, sensing the emotions around me for any signs of threat. I only got the regular mortal feelings. I frowned to myself, wondering who had called me. I had recognised the voice, but could not pick out anyone who might have been looking for me.

Hearing it for the second time, I tilted my head in the direction it was coming from. It was male. He wasn't far away, but it was quieter because he was only whispering; trying not to draw attention to us. I sniffed the air surreptitiously, hoping to get some idea before I revealed myself.

I was met with a scent I was acquainted with; we had spent a lot of time together in previous years. It was a scent I knew from staying in Alaska.

I turned in the direction my name was being called. "Eleazar? Are you here to see us or do you spend time in Port Angeles frequently?" Not that I wasn't happy to see our friend; the Denalis could be very helpful in finding Em and Nessie. I just had no idea why he would be here.

"Jasper, we have a problem back in Alaska. I am here on behalf of the Denali clan to ask for the Cullens' help. I believe we are all at risk."

As we ran back to the house together, I felt pain, fear and anxiety rolling off Eleazar in waves. I shot many calming rays back at him; evidently unsuccessfully. I wondered what had happened in Alaska. Hopefully we would be able to help each other.

APOV

I hated being blind; it didn't help anyone. It sucked to have a faulty talent. It was so temperamental.

The house was really quiet now; Jazz had gone into Port Angeles, Edward and Bella were silently searching the house again for something that might help, Carlisle was in his study trying to work something out, Esme was sitting in the armchair by the fireplace staring into space with pure agony in her eyes.

And obviously Emmett and Nessie were still gone. Since Jacob had left, I took the chance to go sit in my shoe closet and try to get some kind of idea what had happened. For hours.

I never advanced any further. We had grasped the fact that they were separated now; this, of course, made Bella more anxious that ever. She had been relying on Emmett to look after Renesmee, not that she blamed him for any of this.

I was even getting a headache now and that, in and of itself, should not be possible. This reminded me so much of the time Victoria was looking for Bella. That had been a dangerous time for me to be blind. And here I was again; useless when two family members were missing.

Occasionally, I took a break from trying to watch Emmett and I flicked into Jasper's future, hoping to find out when he'd be back. Having just seen him leave the store with a receipt of Emmett's most recent purchases I knew he'd be home soon.

With his return to look forward to, I focussed once again on Emmett. I searched as hard as I could to find any part of his future and came up blank. If I didn't know myself and my visions better, I would have said it was because he was dead, that he had no future. But I could sense it.

If Emmett was dead then I wouldn't be able to see Rose either. It was the same situation with her as it had been with Edward and Bella. If Emmett was dead, Rose would be able to feel it and would undoubtedly go to the extremities that Edward did. I know her well enough to know that she cannot live without Em any more than I can live without Jasper.

It was as if I could see Emmett's future. That was what confused me. When I looked for the futures of those who I knew were dead, like Irina, there was nothing. With Emmett there was black, but not nothing. There were still senses there. It was like his future was the black.

Sighing, I looked for Jasper to see what was taking him so long. What I saw shocked me and I was even more confused than before.

I stood and turned to see Edward standing in the doorway with Bella beside him.

"What was that? I didn't see the whole thing, I wasn't concentrating. Who was that with Jasper just now?" he asked, clearly trying to figure out what was going on.

Bella, who had eventually gotten used to our conversations which gave away about nothing, collapsed dramatically onto the bed to wait for some information. I decided to give her a break and tell them rather than replay the vision in my thoughts. Edward rolled his eyes at that.

"That was Eleazar. I don't know what he's doing here; I didn't get the chance to hear their conversation before you came barging in. But he and Jasper will arrive soon. I guess you will pick up on his thoughts in a few seconds Edward, and then you can tell us what the heck is going on." I told them.

"But what-"

"They're here." Edward interrupted Bella as the door slammed shut the floor below. We were all in the hall in half an instant as Eleazar followed Jasper to where the rest of us stood. Even Rosalie, who looked marginally better than she had earlier, had emerged from her haven to join what could be quite a informative conversation.

Carlisle stepped forward to greet our guest, "Eleazar, how good to see you again. I'm afraid our family is going through a difficult time at the moment, but if there is anything we can do for you…" he trailed off. He struggled to be as polite as usual but that was allowed considering the circumstances. Just let Eleazar try to talk to Edward; that would go very well.

I noticed Edward shoot me a glare but chose to ignore it; I take the high road even in the worst of times. Okay, I guess I earned that particular eye roll.

"I'm sorry not to have told you that I would be coming. It was sort of a spontaneous decision I suppose. You see, last week, I went hunting with Carmen and Tanya. Kate wished to stay behind with Garrett – you remember the nomad she met a few years ago – so the three of us went alone. We returned to find the house empty. Nothing. No sign of a battle, no note. We were at a total loss. We had no idea what had happened. This past week we've been trying to discover what on earth could have happened. We think we have an idea, but we'll need your help to-," he paused, frowning. Eleazar looked at each of us in turn, pausing on Bella. "Where's the little one?"

As Edward opened his mouth to speak Carlisle cut in once more "Eleazar, I think it best if you arrange for Carmen and Tanya to come to Forks as soon as possible. It seems we have rather an extreme issue on our hands. Someone or something has been kidnapping our families. I don't know how or who or why. But-"

"Eleazar, I don't think Aro would…" Edward responded absently to Eleazar's thoughts causing the room to turn to him in alarm.

"Aro?" said Carlisle softly, his voice disbelieving. "No, not Aro. He may be many things but he is an old friend. He wouldn't take action without provocation. Last time he believed there was something wrong." Edward and Bella both began to protest. "Yes, he had an ulterior motive, but he wouldn't start something like that again without some kind of reasoning. Even if it was false he would have to have something to back up his actions. They have their reputation. No I don't think we can blame Aro for this one."

"If I may Carlisle?" Eleazar spoke once again, "I did not think Aro. I thought Volturi. Edward instinctively assumed I meant Aro, but we have been researching this past week. We believe the Volturi has disbanded. By disbanded I mean than some members have, perhaps, left the Volturi Guard. I agree, Carlisle, Aro would not endanger his reputation for anything. But once one has left the Volturi, surely that reputation is meaningless?"

"Why though? What do they want Emmett and Nessie for? Why do they want Kate and Garrett? Why only two at a time? It's not bloody Noah's Ark!" even in this tense conversation, Bella could not fail to be entertaining when agitated.

I tried very hard not to laugh, only allowing a small smile to linger on my lips. Edward's grin was less disguisable. Bella punched him in the elbow and murmured "oh shut up". And I still didn't express amusement, much. I'm doing surprisingly well today.

"Anyway," said Carlisle pointedly, "Bella I don't know what they want with our families. As soon as we find out who has taken them we will find them. And I think the only reason it was two at a time is because whoever took them doesn't have an army of sorts prepared. They probably didn't like the odds of taking on five and nine vampires. Waiting until it was more even was a smarter move, though how they got to Kate without being attacked I don't know. And no, Bella. It is not Noah's Ark."

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