Isabella woke up to the sound of loud noises outside of the tent. She wet her lips, tasting the after taste of cigarette. She grimaced when she realized what happened last night, and just as she was hoping it wouldn't be, it actually happened. She got up, walking outside to see all the other Snatchers outside, including Jonathon.

When Jon saw her, he smiled, waving.

She grabbed him, dragging him off to the side. "What are you all doing here?"

"Nice to see you too." He laughed.

"Seriously, Jonathon." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Scabior came back to the camp last night and asked for us to come here, so we packed up and left right away."

She ground her teeth together. "What a skeeze."

"What happened last night?" Jon asked.

"Did I say anything happened? No. Nothing happened. What are you talking about? Nothing happened." She said quickly.

He looked at her, puzzled. "Defensive, much?"

"Nothing happened, Jon." She said.

"Look what I found, boys." Jon looked around Isabella as she turned to see Scabior standing at the edge of the clearing, holding a girl by her arm. "I found her wanderin' around our camp, spyin' on us." He pushed her, throwing her on the ground.

Isabella stared at the girl on the ground; Her face was bloody and bruised. She looked young, about twenty or so. She pointed her wand at Scabior, which made him whip his out and have hers fly out of her hand. The girl backed up into Isabella, almost knocking her over.

"S-sorry." The girl mumbled.

"Who is she?" Isabella asked, staring vacantly at Scabior.

He smirked, leaning down in front of the girl. "I'm not sure, what's your name lovely?"

The same bubbling feeling came up inside Isabella again.

"S-Sarah Mantooth...h-half-blood."

"Ah, Sarah. What a beautiful name." Scabior looked up at Isabella, who's lips thinned tighter and tighter. "Tell you what, Sarah, I'll let you stay for the night...then you can go free without a single scratch on you."

The girl trembled, backing away from him. "I-I—"

"You can sleep in my tent...my treat." He smirked.

"Where am I going to sleep?" Isabella interrupted.

Scabior looked up at her. "I'm sure Jon won't mind spendin' time with you for the night." She narrowed her eyes at him, which caused him to grin widely. "Maybe you and Sarah could be friends...just like you and Anna."

Isabella stared at him with hatred. "I hate you."

He picked up Sarah swiftly, holding her close to him, which caused her boiling water to begin erupting again.

"I'm sure you do, beautiful." He caressed her chin softly before leading Sarah into his tent.

"What the hell, seriously! Did that kiss last night mean nothing to him?" Isabella exploded to Jonathon.

He did a double take. "Did you say kiss?"

Suddenly, Isabella's eyes widened. "No."

"Yes you did."

"No."

"Isabella."

"What?"

"You kissed him last night."

"No I didn't. I hate him, remember?"

"You're jealous of Sarah."

"No I'm not!"

Jonathon stared at her skeptically. She kept a poker face the whole time.

"What happened last night?"

After a few silent seconds, she finally spilled. "He kissed me...but it was nothing...especially if she's here."

"He knows it drives you insane, that's why." Jon smirked.

"It does not." She pouted. "I wish you would stop thinking I'm so jealous."

"Because you are, Isabella."

She didn't say anything. "Why does she have to stay here?" She mumbled.

"Because she's most likely a blood traitor. If he actually lets her go, I'd be surprised." Jon said, shrugging and motioning for her to sit on the ground with him. She sat on the wet, cold ground across from Jon, trying to keep her body as warm as possible.

"You don't think he'll actually let her go?"

Jon shook his head and lowered his voice. "The chances of him actually letting her go free are slim to none."

She furrowed her eyebrows together. "So...does that mean, it's only a matter of time before he turns me in too?"

Jon shrugged. "If he's infatuated with you, I don't think he's even close to turning you in."

"He is not infatuated with me. There's no way in hell."

Jon laughed. "Trust me, I've spent enough time with Scabior to know when he's infatuated with someone."

"So he's been in love with other girls before?"

"I don't think Scabior's capable of falling in love, but yes, he's kept other girls with him before."

"What happened to them?"

"They pissed him off to the point where he either let them go, killed them, or turned them in to the Ministry." Jon looked at her, with that warning look.

She shivered from the thought of being turned in or killed. If he let her go though, it'd be the happiest day of her life.

A piercing shriek in the air caused her to have a flashback, the first night she was caught by Scabior...for the second time. The look on Anna's face when he tortured her caused her to cringe, which caught Jon's attention.

"Isabella, don't pay attention. He's just doing his job."

"It's the worst sound in the world though! How can you just sit there?"

He shrugged. "I'm used to it." He looked up and acknowledged someone's presence. She turned around and saw Scabior, who crouched down next to her, his wand in his hands.

"If I hear your voice complainin' about me one more time, love, I'll bring you to the Ministry tomorrow along with Sarah without Polyjuice potion, because word on the street is, there's someone lookin' for you." Scabior said through his teeth.

Her eyes widened. "Who?"

"Hmm, well if your mum and sister is dead, and your dad is in jail, who else in your family does that leave?"

When she realized who it was, she blinked fast. "M-my aunt and uncle?"

"Oh great! You're learnin'." He smirked. She rolled her eyes. Then Scabior looked at Jonathon. "You're goin' to stay here tomorrow to man the camp while the rest of us go to the Ministry."

"Why are you going there?" Isabella asked, frightened.

"Oh calm down, I'm not turnin' you in." He said to her, before turning back to Jonathon. "I'll be needin' a few of your hairs for the Polyjuice potion for this one." He pointed to Isabella.

"Polyjuice potion?" Isabella asked, confused.

"Dammit, beautiful, you have way too many questions. Just shut up!"

"If you told me things every once in a while, I wouldn't have any questions!"

A stinging pain went across her cheek after she said that. She sighed, frustrated and kept quiet.

He chuckled, whispering in her ear "if you ever want what happened last night to happen again, you'd better learn to think before you speak."

"I'm good, thanks for the offer though." She said, looking at him with hatred in her eyes.

He smirked. "Guess you won't mind if I shag Sarah then? Great." He stood up, walking off.

She stood up, the the boiling pot bubbling over. "You're such an atrocious human being! I'll never let you touch me ever again with the way you're going! You've never felt love in your life, and you take it out on me because at least I have!"

Before she could react, he turned around, his wand pointed at her and she went flying backward into a tree, knocking the wind out of her for a few seconds. He stormed over, picking her up and throwing her against the tree again, his hand wrapped around her throat.

"You think you know everythin'? You don't. How do you know I haven't felt love in my life? Exactly, you don't. You may have told me about your past but don't ever think you'll know about mine." For a few moments, as he spat when he spoke to her, she thought he might actually kill her right there. She thought she actually crossed the line of pissing him off.

But she couldn't help but smirk, laughing softly. "If you felt love you wouldn't be doing this. You have no idea what love is, I can just tell."

He stared at her, dumbfounded. In some ways, she thought she saw slight sadness in his eyes.

"And if you actually feel something for me, you have a funny way of showing it."

This time, Scabior laughed. "As if I'd feel somethin' for a worthless tramp that complains about her life too much. Oh, poor me, I lost my sister! Oh, poor me, I killed my mum! Oh, poor me, I lost my only friend!" He mimicked in a high pitched voice.

Was it possible to hate someone who, at first, you thought you might have started to feel sorrow for? Was it possible to hate someone more than the person who killed your best friend? Was it possible to have so much hatred, you weren't sure there was enough room in your heart for other feelings as well?

It was for Isabella. Her eyes filled with tears. "Shut up."

"And the tears! You cry so much! You thought I felt somethin' for you?" He laughed loudly. "Take your crying ass back to someone who actually cares. Stay out of my sight for the rest of the night." He threw her to the ground, storming off immediately after. She massaged her neck, her tears spilling over, quiet sobs breaking the morning air.

Just when she thought she might actually be special, he threw it right back in her face again.

He made sure that she knew she was still worthless.

A/N: I finally got Scabior's attitude back! Yes! Do you think Scabior was lying to her? Or do you think he actually DOESN'T have feelings for her? I'm curious to what you guys think haha. Until the next one, guys!

Song inspiration for this song is "Scream" by Get Scared