A/N: This chapter is shorter than my usual chapters, sorry about that. I've been having writer's block -_-

Though in this chapter you FINALLY figure out who Delilah's attacker is! There will be another twist in the story coming up in maybe the next chapter or the one after that. It depends because I need to figure out how I am going to write the next chapter.

I will get it out as soon as I can ;)

~Brooke~

Arabell POV

I couldn't remember anything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours when I woke up. Everything was kind of hazy and completely indistinguishable. I opened my eyes to a room full of darkness…and people.

Adrian sat right next to me, his head leaning against my headboard, dozing off and breathing softly. If you didn't listen close enough you could have guessed that he wasn't even alive, but he was, and for a few moments I studied the way his shoulders would rise and fall with every steady breath that he took. I turned my head to the corner of the room where I found Delilah sleeping soundly in Embry's arms. She looked very much at peace, more than I had ever seen her look in days. For a slight moment I saw her mouth twitch into a smile, but it left as soon as it appeared. She was probably dreaming sweet dreams. I was thankful for that. Embry was awake though, and watched my every move with curious eyes. He gave me a soft smile, watching me as I pushed myself up against the headboard quietly as to not wake up Adrian.

"Arabell…How are you feeling?"

Kieran walked over from the opposite side of my room where the window was. I didn't notice until then that he was in here as well. There were dark circles under his eyes, noting that he had stayed up most of the night with me under his watch. His hair was disheveled and he looked somewhat at ease, the way he moved slowly towards my side of the bed with his hands in his pockets.

I didn't exactly know how to answer that question. I felt a little more relaxed than I had in the past couple of days, what with the countless amount of visions and the great stress they had caused me trying to decipher what exactly they meant. I knew I couldn't lie to Kieran, because he would be able to tell. He could feel those kinds of things. It was just a special ability that he had. There was only one word that could describe what I felt at that moment.

"Different."

And that was how I felt, in a good way. My head didn't hurt anymore. I felt pure…strong. So when I immediately sat up and jumped out of bed I sure as hell scared the crap out of Kieran. My memory was starting to come back to me. Recently, every time I had a vision, I would draw what I saw on pieces of paper, and stick it up on the corkboard that hung over my desk, illuminated by the faint light of the desk lamp. I walked over to the wall full of the detailed, graphite drawings and crossed my arms, studying each drawing and doing my best to put the pieces together. I could hear faint footsteps behind me, and I could smell the scent on her skin that I recognized as warm vanilla sugar as she walked up next to me and looked at the drawings that covered part of the wall.

"You are having visions of me…in London…when I was attacked." She whispered. "I recognize that building. It was the old abandoned apartment building that I walked by when I was being followed." She said softly, pointing to one of the larger drawings.

I had already known that these visions were about Delilah, and that they were definitely something that had happened in the past. The only element that was missing was her attacker. Who was it? Did they know that she was still alive? And if they did…would they come back for her?

I could feel the shivers run down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, closing out the fear that I didn't want to live through in that moment.

"Delilah, was there anybody that had a…sort of hatred towards you when you were in London?"

She turned to face me, though her eyes looked far away off into the distance. She thought for a moment. Soon she averted her eyes towards me.

"No. I never had any problems with anyone."

"No one at all? Are you absolutely positive?"

"Yes."

This made no sense at all. What vampire would hunt down an innocent girl like Delilah and abuse her the way they did?

Wait! Vampires!

"Lilah, this was a vampire that attacked you. There is no doubt in my mind about this. What I need to know is all of the vampires that you have been associating yourself with for the few months that you were over there in the UK."

She sighed, running a hand through her long brown hair. I made her sit down at the desk and gave her a notepad and a pencil to work with. In about ten minutes she had written down about twenty five names of the vampires she had seen and talked to. Over more than half of them were females, as I had guessed by some of the names. She put down her pencil and turned to me for the next set of directions.

"Arabell?" She whispered so quiet that I could barely hear her.

"Yes?"

"I see what you are making me do. It…it was a male vampire that attacked me." She said softly, though there was a slight hint of fear in her voice.

"Um…okay. How about you cross out all of the female names and leave all the male names there?"

She nodded and went back to the notepad. Now instead of twenty five names, there were only seven.

"Okay, now that we have that, I want you to tell me who each male is and how you know them."

"Well Jeff, Xander and Darius are all vampires that worked with Analeigh. They also were not in the UK at the time that I was attacked. They left about a month after I arrived to stay with a coven in South America for a year."

I felt about ninety nine percent positive that it couldn't have been any of them, so I told her to cross them off the list. Now there were only four left.

"Well these three were gone as well." She pointed out the names of an Adam, Raylan, and Preston.

There was only one name left on the list that wasn't crossed out.

Delilah gasped as we both stared right down at the name that rang in our heads.

Ben.

Delilah POV

I wanted to throw up. I couldn't believe that he could have been the one to hurt me. He never seemed like that kind of person, but you can never fully trust a person anymore, can you?

It was absolutely mind boggling, but it made complete sense. He had not called me even once since my attack, or emailed or asked Analeigh how I was. He didn't even contact me to ask about showing up for Thanksgiving.

Not only was it these facts that made everything suddenly so very clear, but it was also the fact that I finally realized what true feelings someone could have for another person. The way Ben would look at me compared to the way Embry always looked at me was vastly different. All the images of Ben popped into my mind, one by one like a catalog of memories. I couldn't believe how foolish I was to not be able to see through that mask of what I had thought was a seemingly wholesome and gracious person. Instead, all I could think of now was how much of a disgusting and repulsive person he was. The feelings I had for Ben were all just a big fat waste of my time. Ben was just a waste of my time altogether.

He had set out to kill me. That was his purpose…his mission. The way he had left me to die surely told me that he wanted me dead. Did he think I was dead?

No. He didn't.

Why? It was because I had constantly been trying to reach him. He knew I was alive…for sure.

I felt so stupid now! I just put myself at risk again as well as the rest of my family.

A soft whimper came out of me. Embry was behind me in an instant, as well as Arabell and Kieran.

How was I going to protect us?

Kieran POV

"He's coming for me." She whimpered softly.

"Who?" I asked.

"Ben. He knows I'm alive. He knows that he didn't leave me completely stone cold out there in that alley!"

"How does he know that?" Arabell demanded.

"Well because I've been trying to reach him constantly. He would never answer his phone or my emails."

It was almost as if the blood in my veins suddenly ran cold, then turned into a raging fire. I could feel my muscles tensing up until my whole frame was shaking. I bit my tongue and did my best to fight back the fire that wanted to change me into the wolf with the bronze-colored fur. Adrian and Embry held me away from the girls, both awe-struck and scared at the same time, for they had never, ever seen me act this way. Soon, I was able to control myself, taking deep breaths. I thought about the things and the people that made me happy. This calmed me a little. Finally I was able to open my eyes and look Delilah and Arabell in the eyes.

I walked over and kneeled down in front of Delilah. She didn't look scared anymore, or fearful, or even sad. It was a look of sheer determination on her lovely face…something I had never seen on her before. I could feel the energy coming out of her too, like she was ready to hunt this disgusting monster down. Now this scared me a little, because this wasn't the Delilah I knew.

I would make sure he would never be able to put his hands on her again…

Or anyone else.