Ok, I lied. This chapter isn't from Bella's POV. It's actually from Ryan's POV (he's the vampire from the Volturi who traveled with Jane to 'help' along Bella's transformation). I had so much fun writing from his POV, it's so nice to be able to write from a character of your own creation, there are no restrictions or guidlines on keeping them in a certain character. He's all mine!

So I really hope you enjoy this chapter, since it is a bit different. It should help clear up any questions from last chapter, though don't be afraid to ask if any still remain afterwards! I will be more than happy to clear things up!

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Ryan's POV

We were going to be in deep shit.

I really didn't even want to think about it. The Volturi, I shuddered at the mere thought of the name, had made it quite clear that we were to return only once we had found Claudia and enlisted her help in the location of the power-filled figurine that Aro desired so badly. It hadn't appeared to be such a difficult task, and now I was sorely proven wrong.

I must admit, I wasn't too thrilled to be working with Jane. She had her own way of doing things that I found rather crude. I had no quarrel with the Cullens and saw no need to antagonize her they way she seemed to enjoy so much. However, no one argues with Jane, her easy use of her horrific power sees to that. Yet, even Jane seemed to cringe at the idea of facing the Volturi's wrath when they arrived and found that our supposed detainees had slipped through our fingers. Though I'm not sure slipped is exactly the right word. More like embarrassingly escaped. I have to say, I was not expecting Bella's access to Claudia's power to be so strong.

Jane woke up before me. I came to conscious slowly; the first thing I was aware of was a loud crashing, like the shattering of a window. In vain I tried to sit up, open my eyes, anything that could give me notice of the battle that was sure to be ensuing around me. A loud crunching proceeded a showering of wood splinters over my body and I managed to wrench my eyelids apart and grunt in surprise.

"How nice of you to wake up," Jane growled, obviously in a very bad mood. We were alone. Jane alone was wrecking havoc in the room, upset at the disappearance of our detainees.

"Did you have to destroy all their furniture?" I asked sarcastically, pushing myself into a sitting position, trying to stretch my strangely fatigued muscles. I couldn't remember feeling this tired since before the fateful day I was bitten by that exotically beautiful vampire.

A wave of panic ensconced me as I realized what had actually happened. Claudia had attacked us, used her power on us. I sprang to my feet, looking down at my body only to have my horror replaced with blissful relief. I was still a vampire. She hadn't turned me human; by the dismal state of the Cullen's belongings it was obvious she had spared Jane as well.

A large, and rather heavy, television crashed into my body, nearly sending me sprawling back to the ground. I glared darkly at Jane as I wiped the debris from my body.

"What was that for?" I questioned angrily. As strange as it seemed, I really did not enjoy having heavy metal-and-glass objects thrown at me.

"For your stupidity, that's what!" Jane shot back and I wondered if Claudia's power had knocked a few nuts and bolts loose. How had I been stupid?

"I'm not quite following," I replied, bracing myself for more weighty objects to come flying in my direction. I relaxed slightly as Jane remained stationary, contenting herself with glaring daggers at me. I knew she was itching to use her power on me, but I was confident that she would refrain from doing so as it would not serve our purpose well to be fighting one another. Instead she contented herself with ramming her tiny fist through the wall.

"You told them we had Edward!" Jane screamed at me. Actually, she had told them that, I had just put the idea in her head. I bit my tongue from saying anything; it would not serve well to aggravate Jane any further.

"Is that significant?" I asked after several silent moments.

"We don't have Edward!" Jane seethed and I almost laughed at her stunning ability of stating the obvious. "The future-seeing one will most likely have seen that. They are probably finding him as we speak, ridding us of our only advantage!"

"I suppose that is a problem," I mumbled, feeling slightly idiotic. I wasn't cut out for this plotting stuff.

"Yes it's a problem!" Jane's voice rose a few octaves. "It's a big problem! We have nothing, not even a hostage! Claudia is gone, probably to find the statue for herself, and the Volturi should be arriving in a few short days!"

Jane was right; we were going to be in big trouble if something didn't happen in our favor. After several minutes of deliberation we decided to try and track the absent vampires, though neither of us was wonderfully skilled in that area. We trailed the scent easily for awhile, but soon it became muddled and mixed. Then it split into several different directions, obviously the group we were tracking had taken much care to confuse anyone who could be following them, such as us. Eventually the trail ended all together, as if the vampires had simply fallen off the face of the earth. Disgruntled and quite discouraged we returned to the Cullen's house in the hopes that soon at least one of them would return. Otherwise I guessed we would just have to wait until the Volturi arrived and a more skilled tracker could locate our quarry.

It didn't take long for things to start looking up however. The moon had begun to light the sky when we became aware of a vehicle pulling up the long driveway. We watched out the window, hidden from view, as an enormously tall Indian approached the house. I didn't recognize him from sight, but it didn't take long for his horribly pungent and bitter smell to penetrate my senses, an unwelcome invader. He was a werewolf, I realized, curling the corner of my lip in disgust as I remembered that a pack of the human dogs lived naught twenty minutes from Forks. Yet, though his scent was repulsive, it made me smile as well for it was one I knew. A quick glance at Jane proved that she had the same thoughts as I. This was the werewolf I had smelled on Bella after her little midnight meeting not too many days ago.

The werewolf paused a few steps from the entrance, sniffing the air and scrutinizing the house carefully. To my surprise Jane sprang to her feet and lithely glided out the door to great the two-legged dog, a malicious smile transforming her face. I scrambled up behind her, stopping on the porch, fighting the urge to gag as the stench of werewolf nearly overwhelmed my senses.

"Hello Jacob," Jane's voice was mocking and the werewolf's face twisted in anger.

"What have you done with them?" Jacob shouted, his whole body beginning to tremble.

"Done with whom?" Jane egged him on and I wanted to advice her to stop. I had the feeling it would not be wise to anger a werewolf.

"Don't play games with me bloodsucker!"

"Oh, you must be talking about a certain newborn," Jane said slowly, testily. Jacob's face fell in horror and disbelief.

"What do you mean?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Surely you can't be surprised?" Jane mocked surprise of her own. I tensed, disliking what she was doing to Jacob, be he a werewolf or not. "I'm sure you knew this was coming." Jacob shook his head in denial.

"You're lying," he sounded flat, empty. I could almost see his heart breaking and it saddened me. Jane ignored his comment.

"Of course, it quite an unpleasant situation…" Jane trailed off and I groaned internally, sensing what she was trying to achieve.

"Why?" the werewolf snapped, his eyes flashing dangerously. "What happened?" Jane shrugged rather nonchalantly.

"It was really quite sad," she lowered her head as if in sorrow. "Bella had changed her mind, you see. She no longer wanted eternal life, but that wasn't savvy with Edward." She shuddered and I looked away, wanting to have no part of her lies.

"He lost it," she continued after a painful moment. "I've never seen anyone go so crazy. He lunged for her, shouting that he couldn't truly love her until she was his equal. Until she was damned as he was. Then…well, I suppose you can figure out the rest…"

After several moments of silence I chanced a glance back at Jacob; his hands were tightened into hard fists and his breathing was jagged in fury.

"Of course, now he's gone and run off," Jane sighed, her eyes flashing to Jacob expectantly. "Bella's quite heartbroken of course. If only he wasn't such a coward and was here to face her, you know, live up to his actions."

"Let me see her," Jacob growled at Jane, taking two steps forward before Jane wagged a finger at him.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Jane looked back at the house apprehensively. I must admit, her acting was quite convincing. If I hadn't known otherwise, I would have believed her dismal story. "You being made of blood and all."

"She wouldn't…" Jacob trailed off, suddenly sounding unsure of himself.

"Oh, there's nothing she can't do now," Jane smiled harshly. Jacob seemed to deliberate for over something for a long while and I knew Jane was going to get what she wanted. I suppose I wanted it too, for it would save our hides from the Volturi, though I wished we could have acquired it by other means.

"I'll find him," Jacob eventually growled. "I'll bring him back to pay for what he's done." Jane's hands clasped in satisfaction.

"Would you?" she asked sweetly. "Bella would be so happy."

"Where did he go?" the werewolf asked with amazing vehemence. Jane shook her head dolefully.

"That's the problem," she replied quietly. "No one can find him."

"I'll find him," Jacob muttered, more to himself than to us before turning back to his car.

"I know you will," Jane whispered, barely audible even to my ears as he drove off.

For three days we waited, every second seeming an hour and every hour a millennia, dreading each second that the Volturi would charge through the door, expecting us to serve them the figurine on a silver platter.

Jane was unbearable, constantly pacing or miraculously finding things to break that she hadn't already demolished. Neither of us liked sitting around here waiting for our fate to unravel before us. But there was nothing we could do, we couldn't track the other Cullen's, they had seen to that, and we had no way of locating where they went. The Volturi had no idea where this power-saturated statue would be, so we were at a complete loss there. We had to trust the werewolf to find Edward before the Cullens, our best guess was that they had split up, half to retrieve the figurine and the rest to locate Edward.

I sighed, my eyes methodically following Jane back and forth across the floor, the carpet starting to wear beneath her feet. How had I gotten myself into this situation? Sometimes I questioned the reason I joined the Volturi. Though I had really no problem feeding on humans, I wasn't too fond of destroying those like me, which is what I seemed to spend the majority of my time doing. It was unbelievable how many vampires crossed the line towards exposing our kind. Mainly newborns, but every so often an unruly, but more experienced vampire was causing the damage. Most of them had a death wish; the immortal life was not for everyone. After hundreds of years, usually alone or with one or two others, it was not uncommon for a vampire to go mad.

On the second day we fed, traveling far enough from Forks as to not break the treaty Carlisle had made with the werewolves. The last thing we needed now was a pack of human dogs signing our death warrant. We found some campers about two hours away. There was only two and I know Jane would have desired more, but we couldn't risk being gone for so long.

The sun had set on the third day when he returned, leading a rather disgruntled and very human looking Edward. I don't think I'd seen Jane so happy since the Egyptian massacre eleven years ago. To our surprise another human followed Edward from the car; a girl in her late teens, pleasantly plump and framed with long brown hair. She looked rather nervous as they approached the house, Jacob holding back in the yard hesitantly, a turmoil of emotions twisting his expression.

Jane and I hid ourselves amongst the wreckage of the room, avoiding detection as Edward and they unfamiliar girl entered through the front door. When Edward was distracted by the rather ominous state of the room, Jane crept silently behind the brunette and with speed only a vampire could demand, wrapped her small arms around the girl's waist, causing her to shriek and struggle in surprise.

Jacob entered the room then, and Jane's eyes flickered towards me so quickly that a normal human wouldn't have noticed, but her meaning was clear enough to me. I sighed; Edward was too enthralled in Jacob and Jane's fake conversation of surprise at seeing one another that at first he didn't notice me approaching. His eyes were full of awe and astonishment at what was happening and for a moment I was puzzled. Why did no recognition flit across his face? Surely his becoming human hadn't impaired his mind? I tuned back into the conversation.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Edward was saying, in obvious distress. "I don't remember!" Jane laughed in amusement, though I wasn't as quick to dismiss his statement as her. It was all too odd…

"I'm supposed to believe that? Honestly Edward, I would have thought you would have come up with something a little more convincing than that." To my great surprise Jacob stepped into his defense. Perhaps he wasn't as convinced by Jane's falsities as I had previously thought.

"It's true. He can't remember anything." Jane's face fell slightly with Jacob's mixed allegiances. She had expected, as had I, his full cooperation with our cause.

"Well that's too bad then," Jane's words were slow and I knew it was my turn to act. "I guess you'll just have to come with us."

I jumped forward, not as quickly as I was capable of, but to the human's it must have looked like I was flying, to Edward's side, drawing my veiling powers across his eyes. The girl shrieked at my quick movements and Jane jerked her roughly, causing her to whimper in pain. I hoped, for her sake, that she would remain relatively unresisting.

Edward's hands were at his face, his fingers probing frantically, as if searching for a blindfold. His eyes roamed in panic, unfocused and unseeing. Jacob stepped forward menacingly, his huge body looming over us rather frighteningly.

"What did you do to him?" he growled and Jane emitted a sincere laugh.

"What, are you trying to protect him now?" Jacob growled, a throaty animal sound.

"I don't trust you," he shot back.

"Well you better start if you ever want to see your precious Bella again," Jane responded and the werewolf's mouth tightened into a hard line.

Edward's mouth moved noiselessly, struggling to emit words that my invisible curtain wouldn't allow to escape. It was really quite disconcerting really, though I hadn't had a first hand experience of it, having all your senses shut off. Quite a useful power at times like these, though undoubtedly unpleasant for the one who had suddenly become blind, deaf, and mute. I placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him of another's presence and cease his frantic movements.

The girl wrapped in Jane's arms gave a quiet sob of fear. My vampire partner looked at me as though about to command me, but then seemed to give a second thought.

"Damn you and your limited powers," she muttered and turned instead to Jacob, who was standing so still it was a wonder he hadn't turned into stone.

"Would you mind securing us some rope?" she asked sweetly. The werewolf gave no indication of obeying her.

"Why would I help you?" he asked, disgusted. "In fact, why shouldn't I just kill you now?" Jane shook her head.

"You wouldn't want the wrath of the Volturi down on your head now would you?" she threatened. "Even your little clan of dogs couldn't fight off them. Besides, our interest belongs with Bella. You would like to see her again I believe?" Jacob seemed quite disdainful of being reasoned to by a vampire, but he turned without a word and exited the house, returning brief moments later with a line of rope.

We secured both Edward and the girl's hands behind their backs and, after forcing them to the floor, bound their ankles tightly with the remainder of the rope. Jacob lingered reluctantly in a corner for the ordeal and I marveled at how strong his feelings for Bella must be to remain in a house full of vampires for so long.

After our hostages were successfully bound Jane was in a much better mood. Her pacing was lighter and her mannerisms towards me were much more pleasant. Jacob remained, though he had exited the house and waited as far away as possible in the yard, quite clearly consumed only with checking the validity of Jane's story. Briefly I wondered what he would do once he found out it was all a falsehood.

Thankfully we didn't have to wait very long. The sun was beginning to rise, promising another sunny day, when we caught the scent of four other vampires approaching the house. Jane skipped outside to great them and I followed a pace slower. Halfway through the night I had unveiled Edward's senses, and we had no fear of them escaping anytime soon.

Carlisle, Esme, Alice, and Emmett approached with frightening expressions on their faces. I was quite thankful we had the advantage of the hostage, for I wasn't too sure, even with Jane's debilitating power, that we could have overcome them had they felt the need to fight.

"Where is he?" Alice shouted, her tiny body shaking in anger. "I know he's here so don't lie to me Jane!" She spit my accomplice's name.

"I wouldn't lie to you," Jane replied, always smooth. "Yes he is here, and his little friend as well." If they were surprised by this news, they did not betray it.

"Please," Carlisle pleaded as calmly as Jane. "Let us see him."

"Not before you tell us where Bella is," Jane countered without hesitation. Emmett seemed to be struggling to not launch himself at the threatening vampire.

"We don't know where Bella is," Alice spoke and Jane shot her a death-glare.

"You're lying," she replied as if stating the world was round. "I know you can see them. What they're going to do." Alice matched her stare and I could almost see the sparks fly between them.

"Show us Edward," she growled with more force than I would have imagined possible from her body. Jane opened her mouth to speak and I nearly groaned myself. This was going to get us nowhere. However, to my surprise she consented.

"All right," she agreed slowly, as if tasting the words before allowing them to escape from her mouth. "He's inside." She led the way back into the house and I took up the rear, all four Cullens grouped between us.

Once inside Alice flung herself at Edward, wrapping her tiny arms around him in tight relief, Esme close beside her, looking close to tears, if it were possible, at the sight of her adopted son. Carlisle remained further back, obviously relieved to see the former vampire, his eyes intently searching for any signs of injury or distress.

Edward, however, appeared positively terrified, and I couldn't blame him, if he truly couldn't remember. The girl beside him tried to scoot herself back further, as if afraid of receiving the same attention.

"I was so worried," Alice mumbled, her head still buried in Edward's shoulder. "We didn't know what happened to you. When I couldn't see you anymore…" She pulled back slightly and trailed off as she caught Edward's expression.

"What's wrong?" Esme questioned gently, kneeling in one bird-like motion. "Are you hurt?"

"He doesn't know you," Jane laughed, enjoying the situation. I wished I could leave. "He can't remember anything."

"What did you do?" Emmett asked, his voice erupting from his chest for the first time. Jane held up her hands as if warding off the accusation.

"I did nothing," she responded. "He apparently did that himself." All attention was back on Edward, who was studying their faces with a mixture of wonder and fear.

"Is this true Edward?" Carlisle questioned gently, his voice amazingly comforting. "You don't remember us?" Edward shook his head strongly, confidence growing in his face again. Carlisle's face fell sadly.

"Now, we should you Edward," Jane brought the attention back to herself. "Now tell us where Bella is. I promise, we do not mean to harm her." I wondered how she could possibly expect them to believe her after she had personally shoved a knife in her stomach naught a week ago. Alice looked to Carlisle, who nodded before speaking.

"Spain. They're in Spain."


Again, let me know what you thought! Did you like Ryan's POV? I'm itching to write another one from his eyes, but first I want to know if you liked it or not. If not, than I will stick to the main characters. Oh, and who would you like to hear from next? I haven't started the next chapter yet so I'm open to suggestions!

I'll get the next chapter out as quickly as possible! I promise!