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Chapter Twelve – Feast or Famine

Jacob's circadian rhythm was completely disrupted. Since the lights had gone out, he had no idea whether it was day or night. He'd slept so much earlier that he couldn't sleep right now if he wanted to. The cell seemed to be impenetrable. No matter what he tried to do the bars and the door were unyielding. He'd have to think of another way to escape. Brute force wasn't working.

He heard the door open and looked to see who was coming. The black man was tall, but very thin and less muscular than any of the others he'd seen. He wore only the cargo pants, no shirt and no shoes. His long dreadlocks swung from side to side as he approached the cell. Jacob rushed to the front of the cell, firing questions. "Why are the lights out? Where am I? TELL ME!"

The man just stood there, waiting patiently as Jacob screamed at him. He held up two containers for Jacob to see, then stepped forward, passing the narrow rectangular container through the bars of the cage. Jacob accepted it eagerly. It was filled with raw hamburger. The second container was narrow and cylindrical, containing water.

Jacob scooped handfuls of the meat into his mouth while the man quietly retreated from the room. Jacob devoured everything in under a minute, he was so hungry. Discovering the containers were made of ice, he ate them too. Even though he sucked his fingers clean of every last morsel, his stomach wanted more. How long could he survive like this? He had to find a way out of here.

Billy Black sat in his small home, staring at the empty couch next to him. The cushions were old and worn. There were a few gashes in the fabric where Jacob's claws had ripped through the first night he'd phased. It seemed like it happened just yesterday.

His wife had passed away years ago. His older children had left the reservation and established new lives. Jacob was all he had left. He stared at the impression left from his son's large body on the furniture. They'd always had a good relationship. So why hadn't Jacob said anything to him before he left?

Billy kept replaying that night in his mind. Jacob came home from the Cullen's and they'd eaten dinner together. Jacob mentioned Edward not being happy about his relationship with Nessie. But he mentioned that fact at least once a day. Then he complained about his car, which again was not out of the ordinary. He said he was patrolling with Leah that night. After dinner he helped his father clean up and then went out to the garage. That was the last time anyone saw him.

Billy's instinct told him something was wrong. He'd been in denial, refusing to believe that anything bad could happen to his son. Jacob was strong and smart. He was a fighter. Billy had no doubt he could hold his own against anyone or anything. He'd proved it time and time again against the cold ones.

Too much time had passed now. No one had seen or heard from him in days. Billy was starting to worry.

Flashback. Twenty seven days ago. Kassel District. Germany.

"Femke have you gone mad? The idea is absolutely ludicrous." Alavaro exclaimed. He stared at his fellow bounty hunter in disbelief. What would possess her to even consider such a feat?

Egan chuckled to himself at the vampire's reaction. He'd warned Femke that Alavaro wouldn't want any part of her little plot. Seeing his dramatic reaction was highly amusing. "She hasn't gone mad, Al. She just wants the girl."

Alavaro gave the warlock a hard glare. "The next time you refer to me as 'Al' I will slit your throat"

The blade whistled as it flew through the air. There was a slight clink as the second blade connected with it. The hunters sparred briefly, until the third blade knocked them both in the head.

"Enough!" Femke ordered in German. Neither the vampire nor the warlock could speak her language but they understood her when she spoke.

Egan return his blade to his side, smiling all the while. This was the part when Femke would convince her old friend, Alavaro to join them on this mission. No matter how many times he sat through these little exchanges, he never tired of their antics."

"Alavaro, look at her" Femke held the picture in front of his face. He turned his head away rubbing his fingers against his brow.

"Yes, I agree she does look like Oska. But she is a CULLEN, Femke."

"All the more reason for you to join us. Imagine how furious it will make Carlisle."

Alavaro cringed. She was hitting all the right nerves. Damn her for knowing him so well. "You realize not even the Volturri could get the child away from them"

"Oh please" Egan laughed. "The Volturri. That's like comparing a T-ball league to the Yankees."

"You have NO idea what you're talking about" Alavaro snapped at Egan. "The Volturri have a plethora of gifts, so do the Cullens for that matter."

"Gifts? I suppose my magic and your cloaking are just parlor tricks" Egan fired back.

"The Cullens have a seer, an empath and a mind reader! In fact, the seer is probably having visions of this conversation right now!"

"Always the optimist" Egan shook his head.

"Alavaro, we have something more powerful than their abilities. WE have blades" Femke smiled.