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Recap from Last Chapter:

I could hear that the three boys were right on my heals, following me, needing to get to the lair that held their family as well as mine.

We had every intention on getting everyone back, and getting home, and nothing - not even Death himself - was going to stand in my way of that.

Nessie's Point of View:

I slinked along the walls and grounds of the city, the yellowing walls not helping me blend in, but thankful that the shadows were dense and thick. My eyes peered around each corner for dark figures, or some people waiting in cloaks. Each time, I came up with nothing and I was glad that a stroke of luck was finally getting something good happening to me.

I continued along the walls, slowly making our way over to the alley where the Guard had dragged in Alice, Leah, and Embry. I followed the scent of Felix and Demetri into the alleyways, knowing that they took Alice away and that Demetri was needed to locate the others. The sweet and refreshing scent was strong and bold as I skimmed along the rough yellow surfaces of the alleyway.

The slope was heading downhill as I continued to tiptoe in the darkness, and I could feel the water running beneath my feet, going downhill as well. The water at the end of the trail — so to speak — was falling down underneath the city, down a drain. I could hear each and every individual drop fall down the long chute and hit the ground at least thirty feet bellow.

I came to the large drain, and saw that there was orange rust all around the edges and three long rods going horizontally across the wide circle. All of the rods were crusted in orange and brown rust, not showing on spec of metal through the rust. From the scents that I was having as my guide into the secret lair of the Guard and ancient family that we were meant to fight. I bent down to the dirt earth and gripped at the two bars on the sides, foregoing the rod in the center. The tips of my fingers hit the base of my palm and I could feel my muscles begin to bunch up and flex in my arms and back.

I pulled at the rods, wanting them to come loose and to have the large drain lift from the ground. I used all the strength that my body could muster up, hoping that it would be enough for the drain to come up from the ground. A loud groan came from the drain and I pulled even harder, wanting the damn thing to come up. The drain gave one final groan and a quick moan — I was hoping that the Guard couldn't hear it — and it finally came loose and lifted up from the ground.

I let out the air that I didn't realize that I was holding, and I strained to keep the drain in my hands. I slowly moved my torso to my left and dropped the rust coated metal on the ground, the metal making a loud clang as it hit the ground.

I looked deep into the manhole and saw nothing down apart from pitch black darkness. I couldn't see dust, sunlight, or even something that would be the size of a blue whale; suddenly, I wasn't so sure that this was the right place.

You're on the right track, honey. Mom whispered in my mind. Just follow the scents and you'll know what to do. She advised. I didn't want to nod my head or anything along those lines, so I just stuck with following Mom's instructions.

I bent my knees, to the point where I was only a few inches from the ground, and with just a quick push I was in the air and falling down into the darkness. I sucked in a small gasp of air as I let gravity have its way with me and let me fall to the ground. I could feel the wind lift and control my hair to its will, having it whip at my face and stay suspended in air. My arms were held straight above me as I fell, trying to keep a slight ounce of wind resistance for the fall, and my legs bent at a slight angle — one foot over lapping the other. My slim body was cutting through the air like a knife, not getting even slightly slowed by the chilling air around me. I could feel my skin erupting into goose-bumps as I fell closer and closer to the ground, getting deeper within the sewer system and underneath the city above me.

I kept my eyes open, wanting to see if there was something waiting for us in this pit of death that we were walking into. All that I could see was darkness none the less, but I could still smell everything that this tunnel had to offer me. Rust, water, sand, stone, mold, and salt tainted the air all around me, my lungs burning from how thick it was held in the air.

The stone came in contact with my feet, and I bent my knees to save myself from the impact. I let my feet give off the ground slightly, causing all of my weight to travel right to the balls of my feet. My arms spread from my body like wings on a bird, ready to protect me if needed. I allowed my eyes one quick and easy sweep around the room and saw that there was nothing for me to run from or fight down here at all until we reach the catacombs of the castle.

I looked up to the hole that I just jump from and saw that there were dark blobs looking down at me, trying to see me.

"Jump." I whispered, hardly able to hear it myself, but I knew that the wolves above me could.

The light disappeared for a moment and I could hear the air whistling around a long body, gravity pulling it down closer to the core of the Earth. A light thump was made when the body touched the stone, along with a slight grunt. The same process happened twice more, and all of us were now in the sewer system of the city and on the right track.

I was just about to take my first step deeper into the darkness where the small stream of water was being pulled when I heard Seth speak up for the first time since Leah was caught.

"Can we phase?" He asked, sounding strained and nervous. "This just doesn't feel right to be walking around in human form." He explained, as if he needed a reason to be ready and protected. I could feel the waves of heat coming from his body along with Jake's and Quil's they were shaking as well. I knew that if they didn't phase when they needed to, then they would do it when temper was lost on them.

I nodded, scared to say even one word in this long and depressing tunnel. "Just do it quickly and as quietly as you can." I added, not wanting to send a warning to the Guard that we were here.

Three explosions of heat was pushed through the air, curing my goose-bumps instantly and three giant horse like wolves stood on all fours, their black eyes filled with hatred and aggression.

I took the step that I needed and we all began to walk towards to castle that we knew was waiting for our arrival, and soon. My foot steps echoed off the stone walls, and the grains of sand causing friction didn't seem to help.

The walls on either side of us seemed to be leaking not water, but a ugly brown red ink, trailing down and onto the cobblestone path that we walked to death. I knew that it had to be water, the mold was every where the liquid leaked from the old crack in the ancient stone that has been untouched for centuries. The ink/water seemed to send shivers down my spine, and cause my nose to wrinkle in disgust at the scent it carried with it.

We continued to walk forward trying not to be noticed and keeping as quiet as can be, our noses leading the way. I knew that we were going downhill, deeper into the center of the Earth and every few feet you could feel that one degree cooler air around you, my goose-bumps never ceasing to cover my skin; I didn't know if it was from the cold air or if it was from me knowing that I was just walking closer to my greatest enemy. After about twenty minutes of our slow and silent walking I began to feel something cold plop on the crown of my head every three seconds; the ink like substance was falling from the ceiling. Now the walls looked as if they were painted black, but my nose knew different. The mold had grown immensely since the beginning along with the rust, and my lungs seemed to burn even more in rage.

I avoided using the walls as a guidance to the end of this death walk, afraid that something will jump from the shadows and attack our small and easy to kill group.

We stopped at a metal gate that seemed to be from the renaissance times, and it had the tarnishing to prove it. The black, yet almost brown, iron going up at about ten feet from the ground and twisting into what was once a beautiful and decorative pattern. But, the once tasteful decoration seemed to be bathed in rust and hung for a creep factor.

I pushed against the tarnished iron, flinching when the old metal groaned from its lack of usage in only about twenty minutes. I held the large door like monstrosity for the wolves to make their way in the new room, and let the old barrier fall shut on its own, giving on last moan in protest. I looked down at my palms and saw specs of the rust lying in the creases, my face turning into one of disgust.

In front of the large gate were silver elevator doors, looking modern and not one spot of rust on them. They seemed out of place compared to the sewer system and the gate that seemed to be from at least four hundred year ago. One single light was installed above the metal doors giving them the faint glow as if from heaven.

I walked forward, trying to keep a watchful eye on the corners and creases of the walls, scared that the Guard would have installed video cameras for situations such as these. I saw nothing, but that didn't stop them from installing them in the elevator ahead of us.

I knew that me being in there with even Quil would draw attention to the two of us, I didn't even want to think about what gazes we would attract if it were all four of us.

I knew that we had to get n the castle some other way, but there were no other elevator doors, not were there stair to take; just the doors that were in front of us. For some odd reason I knew that there was at least on camera in there, and I didn't want the Guard to think that I brought an entire military army with me to their city. I would have to go at this point on my own.

There had to be some way to get out of the elevator before the Guard found me in there and then captured me… but how? I knew that Esme was fond of blueprints, always was — any type of blueprint to anything.

I racked my brain for all the blueprints that Esme has shown me all throughout my life, trying to remember if she ever showed me one of an elevator. She showed me houses, offices, apartments, hospitals, and any other that I could think of… there just had to be one for an elevator.

Found one! An elevator was made up of pullies and levers — just modified to carry a small amount of heavy weight and a room like compartment. Every elevator had to be held up in a shaft, and that shaft had to have an air conditioning system going through them. And every elevator had to be brought up to code, and for that to be done it needed to have an escape hatch and an emergency stop button.

All that I needed to do was get in there hit the stop button, get out, find an air vent and just wing if from there! But the difficult part of my marvelous plan was to get Jacob to let me go alone. If I knew anything then it would be that he wasn't going to let me go alone, and that he will demand that some one go on with me.

I felt something cold and wet prod at my shoulder blade trying to get my attention. I shook my head, coming back to Earth from my long and continuous train of thought that never seemed to end. I turned my neck to the right over my shoulder to find three pairs of nearly black eyes looking at me worry filling their depths. I took in a deep — yet disgusting — breath and let it out as a long and heavy sigh. They needed to know now rather than later and have them just hanging.

I turned on my heel to face my friends and second family, knowing that if I place my words right, then they will follow my lead. All three of them seemed to know that something was on my mind and that they weren't going to like the final station lay for my never-ending train of thought.

"Listen," I spoke with caution, "I have a plan for us to get into the castle, but there's a slight problem." I let my eyes sweep once along the line of three, looking for any objection. They were willing to listen. "I need to go into this elevator alone and then we can meet up afterwards—" I was stopped in mid sentence.

"No." Seth had phased back, his chest bare and standing in front of me in all his glory. "You know better than anyone else that we can't allow that. Jake may not have given his word to Edward that we were going to keep you safe, but we can't allow you to go in there and risk your life just because you want to be an independent and show your dad that you can take care of yourself—" My temper had reached its maximum right there.

"This isn't about me showing my father what I can be!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls. "He knows what I can do! You three are acting as if there is a eighty percent chance that I'm going to come out of this city alive! It's not like that! I know what I'm risking, and my chances are very slim to absolute nothing!" I showed the chances with my index finger and thumb. "Now I'm going to do this alone whether you three like it or not." I met my tone show all three of them that there was no other choice or option for us to go on, and they should know that I could do this all on my own. I let my eyes take one last sweep over their faces, trying not to linger on Jacob's for long, but ended up resting there in the end.

"You three know that I love you, but I love my mom and dad as well; there is not other choice." I paused, taking in a deep breath to try and calm the nerves down. I looked at Jacob hard, trying to show him through my eyes that I knew what to do and that I was going to be fine. "I can do this, and you know it, Jake." I spoke slowly. I looked up at him through my thick, dark eyelashes. I took a step over to his large form and leaned down to place a kiss on his soft, wet, cold nose.

I turned on my heel to look at the stainless steel metal door once again, only this time I pressed the round solitary button showing the up arrow. The white plastic lit up green to show that the compartment was coming down to my level.

I bounced up and down on my feet, anxious for the elevator to reach my level and for me to finally just get all of this over with as soon as I could.

The metal doors opened, and I prepared myself for something to come out and snatch me up, trying to be prepared just in case the Guard had known that we were coming here. The double doors slide all the way into the walls on either side, and the was nothing in the compartment. Wood floors, stainless steel for walls and florescent lights above as a ceiling. I took one step in cautiously, wondering if they were hiding somewhere in the small room, still nothing.

I walked in, turning around to see Seth still in his human form, Quil, and Jake still standing there, a torn look visible in every square inch of their eyes. Out of all three, I didn't even have to look, I knew that Jacob's face would be the most torn. I could feel my heart shatter into a million shards of glass and begin to attach all of my major organs. I was heart broken that he looked like this, but he knew that this was for the better for our family and that this is what is right.

I pushed the top button out, showing that they had fifteen floors for the elevator to stop at. I could hear the pullies begin to work and the whistling of the air moving around the shaft.

My gaze traveled to the roof above my head, trying to find the fire escape hatch that just had to be there. My gaze stopped dead on a small square in the ceiling on the edge that seemed to be the hatch that I was looking for, now all that I needed was for me to find the emergency button to make the elevator stop. My eyes trained down on the buttons, looking for one that just make stand out against the others. A large scarlet red button was at the bottom of the rows and columns of floor levels. Knowing that this was most likely what I was looking for, I let my index finger press long and hard on the textured surface.

The pullies yards above me screeched to a halt, stopping right where the elevator was. The compartment shook with the sudden stop and I stumbled back into the stainless steel wall, my finger tips and back pressed to the cold metal.

The florescent lights above flickered slightly, adapting to the force of the stop, and I smiled.

I had only a few minutes until the Guard would find out and get the elevator running again, so this sucker needed to go down.

I jumped at the small square making a fist to punch it out as my skin made contact with the surface. The exit blew straight off the hinges in one blow, sending the unneeded door a few feet to the side. I jumped once more, only this time being sure that my finger nails hooked onto something that was outside the compartment. The tips of my fingers latched onto the edge of the new hole in the roof, and I got a better grip, not wanting to fall.

I bent my arms, using my upper body strength to pulled me up and into the actual shaft of the elevator. Once my shoulders were out into the freezing shaft, I brought my elbows up and pulled the remaining parts of my body out from the compartment.

I stood on the compartment and goose-bumps rose, once again, on my arms and looked around once to find the cords that I knew had to operate the compartment.

Several cords made from multiple small wires were hooked up to the center of the elevator, all going up, groaning with the force that they held being pulled down. I walked over to the cords and looked up, making sure that they went all the way up to the fifteenth floor.

I wrapped my fingers around one of the many thick cords, and tugged to make sure that it went all the way up and was perfectly secure and was going to break. I was happy with the results that I got from my tugging — to compartment not falling to my death.

I held on tightly to the thick cord, and looked down to the pulley holding the cords together.

I lifted my left leg up to a right angle and threw my foot down to the pulley, keeping my hand in place at all times. One piece come right off the pulley and flew to the edge, not quite falling off. I lifted my foot once again and threw it down with all the force that I could build up in my leg. The entire metal pulley snapped and the cords around me snapped straight off, sending the elevator compartment down to the level that I had just came from.

I could see the compartment falling down with the flow of gravity, the air whooshing past it as it cut through the air like a knife through thin skin. A loud and defining boom was sounded from the very pit of the shaft, signaling that the elevator had made its final destination. I could hear that annoying female voice now…

Please exit the elevator in an orderly fashion, and we hope that you have a great day here in Hell.

Ok, I finally finished this chapter, and I must say that I'm sorry that I haven't updated in awhile; I had finally left Houston, and I am now in my new home.

I hope that you liked this chapter and that you're happy with some of the events that are going on at the moment, and that you have some faith in Nessie for her to get this done and get the hell out of there! I liked the addition that I made at the last minute with the annoying elevator voice, it was a spur of the moment thing going on… If I got something wrong with the pulley system (which I doubt that I did) I must say that I'm sorry, it's been awhile since I was in school (about two months) and on top of that the last thing that I did in my AP Science class was a frog dissection. Just let me know, and I'll do my best the change it as soon as I can.

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