Hi. I am on holiday (this is my second last dau) but I decided to update this so I can get it off my mind first. When I get back from my holiday I promise I'll update ATWISD. Thanks to all those who reviewed: THE ULTIMATE FAN ForeverFreeFall pen. edge Obsidian11Rose Guest !

To THE ULTIMATE FAN: Thanks and I love you so much. I'm really grateful for the awesome encouragement you've given me to become an author! And hopefully I can get Wattpad someday...someday... :) I'm not really a fan of OD but since I kinda know that song so I added it to my collection. And thanks for trying to tell ForeverFreeFall that she's not a 'traitor'! I'm also like you, standing by the sidelines but I honestly don't care who she goes with as long she's happy. Thanks a million! :)

ForeverFreeFall: Yeah, fifth book, no lie. :) And I really agree about the 'waiting for 1 year for that freaking book to come out' thing. And if you can do song puns, so can I! Don't worry about Shannon choosing which guy to go to Sophie! I really have a feeling she'll choose Keefe, I dunno, but who cares? Well, I don't really care if nobody else believes, 'cause Kophie shippers still got a lot of fight left in them! (lol I hope you get that pun) And you are NOT a traitor! Everyone's shippings waver sometime, and I often go from Team Dex to Team Keefe, then Team Keefe to Team Fitz! I don't know if you've noticed, but book 1 was mainly about Sophie and Dex, which made me ship them, but book 2 was more about Sophie and Keefe, which made me switch to their team, and book 3 was about Sophie and Fitz's trust in each other, which I love too. Honestly, I have no idea!

pen. edge: Well, I felt like I was dying too when I read Future Self because you kept switching teams, haha now you know what it feels like! Hahaha, no I'm just kidding with you. Your writing is seriously amazing and sometimes I even think, "Man how can I publish anything like this?" But yeah seriously! I know you look up greatly to people like twinkletoestbh :P but please don't compare writings! Everyone's writing style is different and attracts different people who have different tastes! So don't feel bad about yourself. I try not to compare too but I really think I'm so lucky to have reviewers like you! :) And I'm really really really sorry for the late update but I've been for a break for slightly more than one week. Sorry!

Obsidian11Rose: Yeah, there is going to be a fifth book! And thanks for the kind words! Love you! :) Thanks for the favourite and follow anyway!

Guest: Yeah I know my fanfiction is crazy right? But fanfictions are meant to be crazy especially when it's a shipping story. And thanks for liking my story! I know it's frustrating sometimes when people can't choose between what ship but they're just considering very carefully who would Sophie be most happy with. I have no hard feelings about people being Team so-and-so or otherwise!

Thanks to Obsidian11Rose for the follows and favourites! Sending lots of love.

This chapter is in Biana's POV. Longest chapter I've ever written, near to three thousand words. Wow. :)

Not Xylia level, but close for me right? :))))))

Biana

Biana could not see anything. Something that felt like hard, rough, and scratchy fabric was tied firmly around her head, covering her eyes and mouth, leaving the nose exposed to fresh, cool air but obscuring her vision and disabling her to scream at the same time.

Well, she could scream, but she was terrified of the consequences if she decided to open her mouth. The kidnapper was not there but she dare not suffer the wrath of him or her.

But except for the cloth tied around her head and the hard rough rope digging into the skin of her arms, her kidnapper didn't really give her the worst treatment he or she was capable of giving. Why did she say that? Well, for a first, she was evidently bent on a soft carpet ground. Biana could feel the soft strands of the carpet tickling her sore skin, fluttering in the cold air. Speaking of cold air, that brought Biana to the second point. Cold air. Not unbearable, climate-changing cold air, but comfortable, relaxing cool air.

They must be in an air-conditioned room. How luxurious for a kidnapper. Biana knew. Sophie had told her all about her experience when she was abducted by the Neverseen. She was tied firmly from arms to legs and was even tortured by a Pyrokinetic. He had ruthlessly burnt her with his raging flames that leaped out unnaturally from his hands. Biana shivered, frightened, and that was when she heard an inhuman voice.

Shhhiiiccc...Creeaakkk...Shhhiiccc...Creeaak...

Biana couldn't resist it anymore. She screamed, her ear-piercing voice filling the still air. The fright and fear instilled wholly in her voice made her scream sound even louder. Biana panted, gasping for air. It was so unlike her, so unladylike to scream, but it was no time for girliness.

How long must she stay here? It had been two days already. She wasn't even fed any food. Only water. Her stomach yearned for the tantalizing, tempting and delicious meals she always savoured. She remembered her happiness when she sunk her teeth into the juicy vegetables. That made her want to be grateful for the food and she made a quick mental note to thank the gnomes when she reached home.

If she ever reached home.

A tinge of sadness washed over her. She thought of Alden. Della. Fitz. Sophie. Keefe. Dex. And all her other friends. What were they doing now? How were they feeling about her now? A memory of Keefe surfaced in her mind, happy and with that flawless trademark smirk, and shook her head vigorously. She couldn't think of him now. But was he even the tiniest bit concerned when she was captured here? What was he thinking? Biana thought she just basically embarrassed herself in front of Keefe, and the whole Foxfire Academy. She made it pretty obvious that it was for him. Anyway, when she had finished singing, amongst all the cheering and clapping, she had whispered, "This is for him." Anybody could have heard that, and speculated it was Keefe Biana dedicated the song for. Because, anyways, she and Keefe had tons of history. Her mind flashed back uncomfortably to the disturbing memories lurking inside the darkest parts of her mind.

It had been a wild day at Foxfire, and it wasn't even lunch break yet. In frustration and stress, Biana slammed her pink decorated locker with much more force than she needed to. The locker went bang and the loud sound echoed all around the halls. The usually chattery prodigies fell silent at the wild noise that came from the famous 'Princess Prettypants' as Marella Redek had snarkily nicknamed her and the halls were so quiet that anybody could hear a single pin drop on the hard marble ground.

Biana gritted her teeth and collected all her necessary books for the next lesson, getting up from her squatting position to get to her next lesson. The prodigies sensed her bad attitude and must've decided not to disturb her in anyway, because when Biana started walking towards the crowd, they soundlessly backed away to form a clear pathway for Biana to walk through.

She was halfway stalking to her next class when a sharp voice called out, "Miss Vacker! What kind of attitude is this? Detention today during lunch break for misbehaviour. No exceptions!"

Magnate Leto stared her down, making Biana want to squirm. This was bad. She had never received any kind of punishment or detention before, and this for sure wasn't the type of thing she was looking forward to. What would everybody else think of her? She always one of the 'goody goody Vacker student' and now she had failed her title.

And it wasn't like she could defy the principal of Foxfire...

Biana gritted her teeth again, harder this time as the prodigies around her started sniggering and whispering scornfully behind her back as she said curtly, "Yes, Magnate Leto." and used heavy footsteps to walk to the classroom where Lady Tylina was waiting for her to begin their one-on-one Vanisher session.

After a session of draining Vanishing training, Biana walked towards the cafeteria with a heavy heart and a burden weighing down on her shoulders. Just as she expected, the whole school's eyes turned to face her as she walked towards the queue for the cafeteria food. Stina the bully was in front of her and she turned around to face Biana, a mocking look on her face that Biana hated with burning passion.

"So the perfect girl isn't so perfect now, huh?" Stina asked Biana, cocking her head sideways in a mocking way. Everyone shifted their attention to the two girls' conversation.

More like an exchange of insulting words, Biana thought as anger rose up in her.

However, she managed to keep her anger under control as she smiled sweetly at Stina (who gave her a weird look) and said in a soft, fake voice, "I decided to do that on purpose, so I could join someone special in detention."

A series of "Awww"s rose in the air and everyone started discussing who had Biana's heart like that. While Stina was still stunned, it had reached her turn.

One of her henchmen who was in front of Stina glanced at her urgently, carrying a tray of elven food.

"Hurry up, Stina!" She stressed impatiently. Stina snapped out of her daze, and sending one last death glare towards Biana (who shrugged and gave her another sugary smile), she picked up the tongs and started picking the food that she wanted.

When it was Biana's turn, she held her head high and smiled at the gnome behind the counter who was busy making more food for tomorrow and chose the food that she wanted ever so carefully and walked back towards the detention center, where she knew the 'someone special' was sitting inside there, still planning another evil scheme to prank the Mentors that he so hated.

When she stepped into the air-conditioned room, there was only one empty seat left, next to a boy who had blonde disheveled hair and ice-blue eyes that captured her full attention. Biana unknowingly smirked. Perfect timing.

A string of collective gasps rang out, and Biana guessed some elves hadn't known of her little incident in the locker halls yet. She shyly greeted the Mentor that was watching over the prodigies and walked to the back of the room. She suddenly felt extensive nervousness churning in her gut. Maybe acting confident wasn't a good idea in front of the great prankster.

She flashed a quick smile to Keefe. "Hello," she said nonchalantly, the panic and fear in her gut vanishing.

Keefe smirked. "Well, well. Who would have thought you have an evil streak in you too?"

Biana looked down at her petite shoes. Keefe only talked to Sophie like that. It was hard not to feel like she was always left out. She tucked a brown curl over her right ear nervously while Keefe was looking at her. "Oh shush. It was an accident."

Keefe shrugged, and turned back. Biana hid the disappointment well as she didn't want Keefe to sense her feelings. Empaths were terrifying when it came to this kind of things.

After ten minutes of torturing Biana with piercing sounds that sounded like high-pitched wails, the prodigies dispersed quickly until there was only Biana and Keefe left.

Alone.

She could feel the awkwardness coming along and Biana shifted her eyes uncomfortably. "So..."

"Yeah?"

C'mon, Biana, just confess you have a crush on him, like, forever or something. This is the perfect timing, so why not? Nobody's here!

"Well...Keefe...I have something to tell you but I don't know if you'll like it or not."

You mean would he like you back? Biana, don't be stupid. You very well know he likes Sophie, not you. You've seen the way he looks at her, right?

"So, what is it? Umm. Can you hurry? Oh, never mind, you can take your time. I can feel your stress vibes so strongly, and anyway, I'm gonna ditch Universe again," Keefe joked, flashing her a handsome smile. Biana mentally swooned.

Just get on with it!

Biana took in a sharp breath and blurted it all out. "Keefe, I really like you."

The look on his face told Biana he was utterly stunned. Why must he be stunned? Didn't he know he already had so many girls chasing after him? Biana knew she stood no chance, because it was up to Keefe himself, and he would most definitely choose Sophie. Sophie wouldn't refuse, but Biana knew she had a crush on her older brother (which she thought was disgusting).

"Biana..."

The tone in his voice nearly put Biana in tears. She cleared her throat and held her tears back.

"Yes, I know. I know you don't like me like that like I do. I know you would never return my feelings. I know your heart is with somebody else, and that somebody else is Sophie. I don't care anymore, alright! Maybe it's just a silly little crush that I've had since Level Two, and I've been mistaken and so stupid all the time that you would even like me. Why should you? You would never hate Sophie as you told her yourself. But you'll hate me if I hurt Sophie. Well, too bad, Sophie has feelings for Fitz, not you, and I know he has them for her too, but I guess you could always try. But mark my words-one sided relationships don't work well-accurate girl advice coming from a girl like me. But I don't want you to like me now. I'm totally disgusted with myself-and you too. Don't you ever dare to break up Sophie and Fitz just because you want Sophie for yourself. If you ever do that, you'll have to face my wrath. Bye."

With that, she huffed and ran out of the detention area, to her next class. For the rest of the school day, she didn't speak a word and even when Fitz asked her if she was okay, she just shook her head.

After Biana returned home, she was met with a greeting from her mum. "Biana dear!" Della exclaimed. "Come and have some snacks before dinner!"

She didn't even acknowledge her mother or Fitz as she pushed past them to her bedroom. She knew she was being rude, but she couldn't help it. What else could she do when her crush for so many years had rejected her just with a word, not even a full sentence? Biana knew Keefe was a good guy, but he couldn't deny that he had broken her heart and shattered it into a million pieces.

Her feet made loud, heavy, pounding footsteps as she ran up the elegant mahogany stairs and into her bedroom. She sniffed as she slammed the door shut and locked it firmly.

She could hear footsteps nearing and knew it was Della, and Fitz.

"Biana!" Fitz pleaded in worry. "Please open up the door!"

"Biana?" Della asked, a tinge of concern in her voice.

Biana couldn't take it anymore, and yelled in a thickening voice, "Just leave me alone, please!" She sunk into her bed and buried her face deeply into one of her soft fluffy pillows that was bordered with hot pink. Tears welled up in her teal eyes and streaked down her pillow until half of it was wet with her tears.

Fitz and Della weren't knocking anymore, and Biana let it all go and sobbed loudly into her pillow, making her crying voice sound muffled. She knew she was already sixteen and shouldn't be so agitated, but she couldn't help it at all.

Keefe was the only person she really had a crush on even when so many other boys liked her and sent her crush cuffs to wear, hoping she would wear it on her wrist to prove that she returned feelings for them. Biana would have wanted to wear Keefe's crush cuff-but he never sent her one. Not even once. Every year after midterms she would squeeze out a few tears when she found out Keefe didn't send her a crush cuff-once again.

The midterms were nearing again and Biana knew it would be the same, and even worse because awkwardness had been circulating between her and Keefe. They never spoke to each other, unless Biana saw Keefe flirting with Sophie. That was when she would send him a steely glare that would read, Sophie is Fitz's. Don't steal her from him.

She sang a song about her hopeless crush and cried herself to sleep after Della kissed her cheek. Her dear mother didn't say anything, but Biana knew she understood and accepted Biana for the way she was. And she really appreciated that.

Biana wiped her tears off as she stared at her 'prison' again for the thousandth time. She pursed her dry, cracked lips and glanced at the glass of water that wasn't here before she had flashed back into the past, not too long ago. Someone had been here to give her water to drink, and she didn't even notice him or her.

How did the boy she once liked so much attract so much from her? It was only now that Biana realised how much time she had wasted because she had been thinking of Keefe.

Well, she wasn't going to sit here and wait anymore. It was obvious that she was going to stay here forever, waiting for someone to rescue her if she didn't make a move herself.

Then an idea popped up in her head. Of course! Why didn't she try vanishing to see what she could do without being found?

Biana flicked her eyes down and looked at her bonds. They were coming loose. Biana slipped a hand over the rope and took hold of the glass of water. The glass of water shook slightly as she lifted it up to pour it into her parted lips. They moistened her lips and quenched her thirst considerably. Biana licked her lips twice and shut her eyes, melting into thin air.

When she became invisible, she grabbed hold of a sofa near her and steadied herself as blood flowed rapidly in her legs, making her wince and stumble. After everything inside her body was back to normal, Biana turned her head to the ominous-looking door in a flash. It was most probably locked, but she could always try...

Suddenly, the room was filled with a loud ringing noise. Biana's ears perked up as she recognised the sound immediately. It was a ring tone coming from an Imparter, that indicated that the user had a new message.

Out of curiosity, Biana followed the sound to a polished coffee table and picked up the Imparter lying innocently on it.

Her hands shook as she stared at the message that was delivered to the Imparter, her eyes scanning the words carefully. It read:

I saw the image of the girl you captured, L. You've got the wrong one! I know that you know who the real one is, so quit stalling and hurry up and get the right one, or else I would reveal your real identity to everyone.

-B

The Imparter slipped from Biana's hands onto the ground, and she stared into empty space, too shocked to do anything.

What is the meaning of this? She asked herself. But she had absolutely no idea, and her mind was spinning as the door behind her swung open, making her jump in fright.