It took us two hours to drive from New York City to Boston, and another hour to drive to the Logan Airport. We took about two or three flights until we finally landed in an LA airport.

We waited around for the other members of the Rain family to arrive, watching as chaos was happening all around the airport. Where lines were long and getting even longer by the second; people running and rushing.

I looked at Alice and Jasper, who waited patiently in their seats, just watching people as they passed by. I then remembered about the letter which I kept in my jeans' pocket. I took a quick glare at it, before tucking into Alice's purse. Alice turned to me, slighty surprised, and I only shrugged.

"It's just a letter." I said.

Casually shrugging herself, she tucked the letter in a pocket in her bag, and held it closely to her.

Alice questioned me over and over if I wanted to have any breakfast, but I told her unusual 'no' answer. I checked my watch and saw it was time to go.

Finally I got from the bench and told them I was heading to the café to get some breakfast, and also insisted that Jasper comes with me. Alice looked surprised, but neither she nor Jasper questioned my request. Jasper and I used an escalator to head to the upstairs café. On the way, I made a quick excuse to use the men's room. Jasper was about to follow me inside, until I convinced him to wait outside.

Once inside, I waited for a few minutes until I finally cracked open the door just a bit and took a small peek outside, seeing Jasper was standing by end near of opposite side, near the escalator and looked around as he waited for me to finish. I then made my escape and ran, putting all energy into my legs and forcing them to run faster. Luckily for me, the bathroom was near two exits. I took the farthest by the left, hoping I wouldn't be located in the sea of people.

Outside the door was an only a short sprint to the elevators. I didn't look back as I ran, refusing with each quick step I took to look back and possibly see Jasper trying to stop me. People stared, and I only ignored as I ran.

I quickly slide into the elevator, barely making it. I had to squeeze in beside the irritated passengers, and only focused on the elevator that was going down.

Once the doors opened, I immediately pushed my way through the crowd and ran, ignoring the annoyed grumbles and irritated comments behind me. Knowing Jasper and Alice would realize I was gone and would find me in a heartbeat, I quickly spotted a cab that was dropping off an elderly couple and ran to it, sliding into the seat behind the cab driver. Both the drover and couple stared at me, bewildered.

I told the surprised cabbie my dad's address. "I need you to get there as fast as possible."

After informing me how much cab-fare would cost and my patience becoming anxious and irritated, I overpaid him with an extra tip. He immediately shut his mouth once he received the money, and drove in silent, keeping his word to drive fast to my dad's.

I sat back in my seat, my arms folded against my chest. I refused to look out the windows and look at the familiar city, my familiar home. Exerting myself to maintain cool and calm, I was determined not to lose myself at this point. My plan was set, leaving me no other choice expect to follow it.

"Here we are kid." No doubt the greedy driver just wanted me out the cab because he was worried I would probably ask for change.

I murmured thanks before getting out of the cab and walking to the door, reaching under the doormat to revive the spare key hidden underneath. Automatically, I unlocked the door and opened it, only to discover that the house was dark, empty, and normally quiet. Near the living room phone was a pink slip with a ten-digit number written in red ink. I dialed the number quickly with the success of not stumbling and having to start over again. I held the phone against my ear with a shaking hand.

"Hello Zane," the voice answered, after one ring. "I'm very impressed that you were able to make it."

"How's my dad?"

"I can assure you that your father is doing quite well. Don't worry, Zane. I wouldn't hurt your father, that is, unless you're bringing company to our little party." He answered darkly amused.

"I'm alone." I told him.

"Splendid. Now, you do remember the studio around the corner from your house? Correct?"

"Yes."

"Even more splendid. I'll see you soon."

I hung up.

I ran from the room, through the door, out into the twilight night, running fast as I ever could in my entire life.

I knew Victoria would hate me possibly forever for doing this, but I still kept going, still had to at lease try. I knew this was the only way that could save my dad's life and hers: my death happening in the mirrored room. The tracker would win his game, and the people I cared about would be safe.

The door to the studio was surprisingly unlocked, and I walked in nervously. I looked around the familiar lobby as memories of my dad waiting for me as I took my lessons swarmed into my head. The eerie silence was chilling every bone in my body as I realized that somewhere in the entire building were my father and tracker waiting for me to make my appearance

I then heard Mike's voice.

"Zane! Zane, where are you?!"

I jolted into a run, springing the western door upstairs where his terrified-toned voice was coming from.

"Zane! Zane!" His terrified cries continued as I ran into the long, high-ceiling room.

I stared around me, trying to locate his voice, but still couldn't find him.

The door shut closed and the lights dimmed. I slowly turned my back around. He was standing very still by the back exit, so still I hadn't noticed him. We stared at each other for a long moment, until he smiled.

He walked toward me, his smile still wide on his smug face with his arms crossed against his chest.

"Welcome Zane. The name's Anthony. So glad we could finally meet face-to-face."

As I looked at him, the answer suddenly hit me hard.

My dad wasn't here. He was never here. He was safe, back in Europe with Libby. This meant he never got my message. He wasn't threatened by the devil that stood before me with the dark red eyes screaming for thirst and his face abnormally pale. He was safe.

"How'd you do it?" I asked him curiosuly, surprised how strangely normal and casual my voice sounded.

He smiled darkly at me as a chuckle escaped his lips. "It's my ability. I'm able to duplicate voices, which comes in very handy. Listen for a moment," He cleared his throat for a moment, and put on Mike's voice, sounding exactly like my dad when he's in his panic moments. "Zane! Zane! Zane, where are you!!!?"

He chuckled again, and sighed as he slightly shook his head. "So sorry about tricking you, Zane. But I was so looking forward to finally meeting you, and it is best that we don't involve your father, isn't it?"

"Yes." I answered my face still firm while my voice saturated with relief.

"Funny. You don't sound mad that I tricked you."

"I'm not." My high boldness made me brave. There was no reason to be mad anyway. It would all be over. Eliza and Mike would remain safe, wouldn't' be harmed. That was all that mattered to me.

"How odd. You actually mean it." His dark eyes assessed me with interest, wicked evil and thirst glowing in his bright eyes. "It's really quite amazing. Shows me that rare humans, like yourself, seem to have no sense of your own self-interest at all."

He was standing a few feet away from me, arms folded, looking at me curiously. There was no menace in his face, no stance. For a vampire who was supposed to have inhuman looks to match those of gods, he was actually average-looking. Nothing remarkable about his face or body. Just white skin, the circled eyes I've grown use to. He wore a long-sleeved denim jacket that was unbuttoned and revealed his black shirt and a pair of dark wash jeans.

"I suppose your little girlfriend will avenge you?" he asked, surprising me with his hopeful tone.

"No, at least I don't think so. I told her not to."

"But why, though? That's what makes this game ever more fun. What was her reply?"

"I don't know." It stunned me how easy it was to converse with the genteel hunter. "I left her a letter."

"How romantic, the last love letter. It's a classical Romeo and Juliet act. Do you think she will honor it?" His voice was bit harder this time, dark sarcasm mingling with his polite tone.

"I can only hope."

"Hmmm. Well, our hopes differ then. You see, this was just a little too easy, too quick. To be honest, I'm quite disappointed. I expected a much greater, exciting challenge. Easiness just bore me."

I waited in silence.

"When the game first begun and my useful-yet-terribly-annoying soul mate, Loretta, couldn't get to your mother, I thought where you could possibly be in the entire world. At first I though you would be in LA, thinking all humans are just too damn predictable. But you, my great challenge, took another route in New York City. Loretta tracked down the Jeep heading to Boston, taking a downtown shortcut to New York City. I was able to hack into your cell number. And here we are."

I didn't reply. My bravery was slowly wearing off. I could sense he was at the end of his gloat and through with games.

Taking a nervous, deep breath, I glanced around the huge, empty studio, memories of me as little boy fighting and being in matches that took place in this very room flowed through my mind. I eyed the huge T.V set by the corner that was set with a VCR and a remote, and then remembered about what Alice said she saw in her vision. I asked, trying to still act firm and unafraid, "What was the point of the TV?"

"Simple. You see, when I came to your dad's house and was browsing through the home videos, I thought about using one video of your dad to lure you in. But since I already have my ability to help me with that, I decided to watch just daytime shows and boring soap operas, which by the way are completely boring, to pass the time as I waited for my prize to arrive. Which by the way is you, in case you haven't figured it out."

"Geez, I feel lucky." I said bitterly sarcastic.

"Well, you should," He was still smiling, unaffected by my sarcasm.

He then pulled out a digital, palm-size camcorder from his jacket's pocket, with the red light indicating it was on. He adjusted it a few times, widening the frame. I stared in a mixture of both curiosity and horror.

"What the hell are doing?" I asked him.

""Making a little something for your girlfriend. Think of it as…a little goodbye, farewell home movie present," He said, pointing the camera at my face "The look of pure dying agony and rage when she sees this is going to be too damn priceless. I know she won't resist coming after me when she sees this. And I wouldn't want her to miss a single second of this."

The blood in my veins boiled as my mind created an image of Victoria, broken and hollow and in pain as if her whole world was destroyed, as if there was no meaning to life anymore. The imagined look nauseated me, nearly breaking my own heart, and also caused my body to tense up immediately and my hands were tightly clenched into fists.

Son of a fucking bitch!!! How could someone be so cold, so goddamn heartless!

My calmness that remained in my head, remaining me to stay cool and just wait till it's over, was the only thing that stood in my way from giving the bastard a good punch in his face.

"Ah, what's the matter? You look upset." He laughed at his own stupid, pointless joke. "Maybe this will teach your little whore to just fuck around with her own kind, instead of scum humans like you."

That does it!

"MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!!" I charged toward him and punched him as hard as I could in the face.

Punching him in the face was the exact same like punching a stoned wall: hard, cold to touch, and instantly broke my hand. I tried to for another punch with my other hand, but he also grabbed that one, too, along with the broken one, before it even made contact with his face.

His face was still light and friendly, but there was something different in his smile. The pleasant smiles became harder and harder, growing darker until it morphed into a full bloodcurdling, wicked grin.

"You really shouldn't have done that."

A crushing blow stuck my chest as he only dabbed me lightly, as light a feather. I felt myself falling backward, rolling and hurling on the hard, wooden floor until I felt a crunch in my head as it was bashed into the mirrored wall. The wall buckled, some pieces of broken glass shattering and splintering on the floor beside me.

I was too stunned to feel the pain. I was too shocked to even breathe.

The devil slowly walked toward me, the camcorder recording everything as it rested in his hand.

"Beautiful. Just beautiful. This is going to be an extraordinary movie."

God damn him, I thought as I ignored the bastard and stumbled to get on my feet, running as fast as I could to the other door, refusing to think about the excruciating pain that burned my entire body.

I then felt myself being lifted from the ground. His hand was around my neck, the grip tight and nearly choked me to death. Practically every bone in my ribcage was swollen and broken as he flung me around the wall at each of my sides. He tossed me carelessly back to the mirrored wall, pieces of broken glass cutting into my skin like thin paper, inflicting deep wounds on my body. My blood was staining onto my clothes, clearly visible.

He went over to me and his foot stepped hard on my leg, the pain pounding on me like a million bricks. I heard the sickening snap before I felt it, and couldn't hold in the loud scream of agony.

My pained screams only made his dark smiles grow into cold, ear-to-ear grins.

"Let me ask you something. Would you like your precious Victoria to be in your place? To suffer the same, unbearable pain you feeling right now?" he asked pleasantly.

"No!" My scream was mixed with both the unbelievable pain and raging fury. "Don't you fucking dare touch her, you motherfucking bastard!!!"

"You're worthless. Absolutely, completely worthless. Nothing but a worthless piece of fucking shit," He grinned at my struggles to get up, only miserably falling back ay my face again. "Come on, Zane. Tell her to avenge your death! Let her know that this is all her fault!"

I pressed my lips firmly as I tried to hold on to the wall, struggling to get up once more.

"Come on, tell her! Tell her! TELL HER!" He shouted, pointing the camera right in my face. His dark eyes became more monster-like, cold and dark, filled with bloodlust and anger. He looked like an actually vampire.

A loud crash suddenly erupt that sounded like a huge boom exploding, actually shaking the entire place up. And then my ears heard the sound of glass being shattered as something hurtled into it.

Through the dizziness that was causing my head to spin and the feeling of nausea in my stomach as my body was in too much pain to even move, I was able to see quick flashes of Anthony being threw all the way toward the left side of the room, actually crashing through the exit door.

She ran straight toward me and placed her trembling hand against my cheek, her eyes pained in horror as they took in this new of me being badly hurt and bloody. "Zane." Her words muffled the by the sounds of tearless sobs.

"It's alright. Everything is going to be alright. I promise." I soothed her, running my hand through her sleek hair and caressing her cheek softly, attempting a weak smile for her.

Wasting no time, she hopped me onto her back, delicately as she was careful with my bruises, and leaped onto the walls like a cat, opening the window and preparing to get me out.

Anthony, out of nowhere, pounced on us, pulling Victoria's feet and causing us together to crash into the ground hard, smashing me back into the glass wall while Victoria was knocked over to the opposite.

"Victoria!" I called out to her, as I stared at her lying on the floor, moaning in pain. "Victoria." I called louder.

She took a few moments to take a breath and get herself together, before finally getting on her feet, standing tall and firm. She gazed at Anthony with pure rage and hatred, coldness blackening her eyes, showing the beast that lives within her, and bared her fanged-sharp teeth. For the first time since we've hung out and been together, she looked like an actually vampire, the kind you feared as you heard stories and watched movies about.

Anthony beamed at the new sight of Victoria, the smile sickening me and giving me a great desire to punch him hard, though it would only hurt me instead.

"Look at you, Victoria. How long has it been since we've seen each other? A century? But as we can all see time certainty hasn't affected your attractive looks. My, my, my, you are a gorgeous girl. " She didn't reply, but he still smile and continued talking "Which is you should have been mine. But no, you decided to leave me and go off with your fucking family. When you should have been with me."

"I was never yours to begin with, you murderous bastard!" She growled coldly, in a voice that feared me.

"Not according to Carlisle. I kept my word that I would come back someday and get you back for what you did to me. But knowing me too well, you would have expected me to hunt down the jackass who's in your interest." He let out a dark laugh that echoed throughout the room. "And my great surprise that I lost former my soul mate to a piece of fucking shit like him." Pointing right at me.

I didn't see her pounce on him-it was too quick. I only saw flashes of vampires as they fought with each other, both refusing to lose the fight.

I watched in dreaded horror as the bastard suddenly flung Victoria hard against the wall, holding her tightly and choking her with his hand tightly around her throat. "I'm faster than you," He gloated. "Or, have you forgotten that?"

"But not stronger. I'm much stronger than you." She lifted her lower legs up and kicked him right in the face with her stiletto, high-heeled boots. The kick incredibly powerful that it crashed Anthony right through the wall. She let out a loud growl as she pounced, pounding and kicking, acting like a lion in for the kill. I saw Anthony under her, struggling to break free and fight back. But Victoria was unstoppable, refusing to stop until he was finally gone.

He then looked at his hand all of the sudden, the smell of smoke filling the air as he focused on his hand which looked like it was burning on fire.

When I looked at the fire, I realized what he was planning to do. My eyes widened in fearful terror for my love. "Victoria!!!!"

She paused for a moment, looking appalled as I was as she looked at her enemy,

Looking away from his hand and turning to Victoria, he smiled devilishly-and clawed his way through her, sticking his fiery hand right through her chest, right in the heart.

Time stopped for the longest time. My whole world crashing all around me. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe. Shock, stunned was the only thing I could describe as I watch Victoria' s face becoming a mask of shock, her body going limp with her hand falling down to her sides, and her eyes finally rolling back and her head bending forward

"VICTORIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The loudest scream to ever leave my lips, echoing loud and clear throughout the entire building as I stared at my soul mate, couldn't believe a single thing I was seeing.

There was no sign of remorse, or any emotional feeling that was seen on Anthony's face, other than evil dark, coldness.

"So sorry it had to be this way, love. But you should know by now that I always and forever will win." He said to her, as her limp body leaned forward to her, her blood dripping on his clothes and staining the floor.

"YOU FUCKING-GODDAMN BASTARD!!!!!!!!!" I screamed at him. "I hope you fucking rot in hell."

He was upon me, lifting my limp body high in the air before bashing it even harder toward the mirrored wall, and strangling my neck. I looked over at my beloved as she was still on the floor, positioned like a rag doll, not moving or even breathing. The very sight caused tears to spill uncontrollably, like a waterfall, and I had no power over them as they fell down my cheeks, wetting my face. "Victoria. Wake up, please. Please." I sobbed at her, but still seeing no change. Her face was even paler than usual, her flaccid body completely lifeless.

"Who can save you now, asshole?" The tightened grip was to make for me to even handle. I couldn't feel anything anymore, couldn't cry or even scream. I was close to death.

I was suddenly dropped onto the floor, and took my sweet time taking much-needed gulps of air. I watched in astonishment as both Jasper and Carlisle were wrestling with Anthony to the ground. Alice landed perfectly on the feet as she leaped from the ceiling, her eyes widened with both shock and horror as she stared at her sister, who was still not moving.

"Victoria." I heard the same amount of wounded pain in her murmur, which was the same as mine. She crumbled to the ground, loud sobs coming out from her lips as she was broken down by the downfall of her best friend/sister. She let out a loud sound, a noise that was a mixture of a hissed growl and scream, her face suddenly changing, turning more and more monstrous as she turned her head to Anthony, the coldness in her eyes enough to murder someone. "DAMN YOU!" She screamed to Anthony, as she joined in the battle with her adopted father and brother, fighting against the devil.

I ignored the unbelievably, burning pain that burned my body like a million knives were being pierced through my skin with each step I took as I ran over to Victoria. Crimson blood encircled her body and also soaked my shirt as I carried her in my arms and ran to the farthest side of the studio, away from the fighting that was happening behind us, trying so badly to hold in my tears which leaked through my tears as I looked at this sight of her, bloody and so close to dying. Her blood was what I was worried about. Victoria's body lost more blood than it possibly could hold! My eyes darted over her, spotting the ragged cut on her chest which was slowly healing up, but not fast enough.

I ripped a large piece of shirt with my teeth and pressed it hard against her wound, trying to stop it from bleeding. The bandage went red instantly. I ripped another cloth of the shirt to use for a bandage, pressing it hard against her wound, ignoring my own pain as I tried to save her.

But nothing helped. Victoria's eyes were still closed, and her face was completely drained of color, even her lips.

She needs help! She needed help! I thought desperately. But where the hell was I going to get it?!

My blood, I realized.

I immediately sat Victoria up on my lap gently, bringing my neck close to her lips. She didn't react.

"Come on, Victoria! Drink! You know you want it." I urged to her, nudging her lips toward my neck. Nothing. Was it too late to save her? Was she about the die right in front of me?

I wasn't going to let that happen. Putting up a chunk of sharp, broken glass, I used the glass to stab myself right in my shoulder blade, near my neck. Crimson blood flowed down my shoulder, in several drops that was so dark it was nearly-black, and ever so slowly, it streamed down into Victoria's open lips.

Long moments passed. This time, however, her lips began to twitch, and her tongue licked them hungrily to see if any blood still remained.

She body-slammed me into the hard floor, and bit my neck, biting me deeply hard and drinking fast in an accelerate speed as she feed on me.

I screamed out in pure, burning agony. This bite was different; it was harder, paining me more than any pain in the world.

Victoria's eyes snapped opened, the shade of them matching the same color of my blood. She looked at me blankly, as if she didn't recognize me at all. Was it shock? Would she be controlled by bloodlust and drain me completely?

I wondered if I should try pulling away from her, but still wasn't sure if she had enough. I had to trust her. I had to trust her that she would stop, I thought as the blood loss was causing light-headedness was affecting my vision and everything was spinning.

Victoria was still drinking my blood, her teeth not releasing my neck and bit even harder.

I knew my life was over. I knew my end was coming. I could feel the white touch of death appear and begin to take hold of me. I felt my soul being pulled. The last few seconds of my life were just about to be drunken in by her, and I couldn't stop her. I tried to call her name, to tell her to please stop before she would kill me, but the dizziness spun me all around. Blackness creped into the edges of my vision, and I was soon drifting away into an eternal darkness.

I love you, Victoria