Isabella sat outside the tents, thinking to herself for most of the night. She stifled her sobs and squeezed her eyes shut every time she felt like she might cry; Jonathon had stayed in his tent the whole day without coming out. She was way too scared to go in there, afraid everything would just be awkward, and scared Scabior might come in and drag her out like last time, even if he wasn't around at that moment. She didn't want Jonathon dead, she was more concerned for his safety at the moment than her own.

The other Snatchers walked by, staring at her and smirking after looking her up and down, which made her feel uncomfortable. She wished that she still had Sarah's wand, at least if they tried anything on her, she'd be able to defend herself. She knew how to torture someone now too, which still frightened her. She placed her face in her hands, wishing she never even woke up this morning. She couldn't get Scabior out of her head, and Jonathon's terrified face still loomed near the back of her mind. Every part of her ached thinking about how she tortured Scabior like he'd done to her. Yes, it made her feel slightly better, but when she thought about it, she hated it.

Her head snapped up when she heard leaves crunching within a few feet of her. Jon stopped in his tracks when she looked up at him. He swallowed hard, his eyes looked hurt and sad. She got up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He buried his face in her hair hanging over her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her waist.

"I'm so sorry," Isabella said quietly, a tear falling silently from her eye and landing on his shirt. "I'm sorry you had to go through with that. I'm so, so sorry."

"It's fine. I'm fine." Jon said back, a little more loudly. They both separated from the hug and Jon looked around before looking back at Isabella and tilting her chin up and kissing her softly. A flutter of butterflies erupted in her stomach. He pushed her hair back, a small smile on his face.

She heard more crunching of leaves behind her; Jon looked up and his eyes grew wider. Isabella turned around to see Scabior walking, holding what looked like a body with a white sheet over it. She backed up closer to Jon until she was right on him. She wasn't so much scared herself as she was for Jon. Scabior dropped the sheet covered body in front of them and a small sound escaped from it.

"What the hell is in there?" Isabella asked, worried.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Scabior replied, no expression visible on his face. He looked at Jon, pushing the body closer toward him. "Feel like takin' a trip to the Ministry? We got another one for Umbridge."

"Why couldn't you take it?" Jon asked.

"I've been workin' my ass off all day in the woods, Jonathon. If I were you, I'd do as I say." Scabior snapped. Almost immediately, Jon picked up the small body, throwing it over his shoulder. He looked at Isabella apologetically before disapparating from the camp.

Her heart rate picked up when she looked at Scabior. His eyes looked dark in the night, and he seemed really ticked off. She couldn't stop staring, as bad as she wanted to look away. He walked closer toward her cautiously and she backed up slowly.

"We need to talk, Izzy." Scabior said icily.

Isabella turned to run but ran into something tall, large, and hard. Greyback laughed as he grabbed her arms and turned her around to face Scabior. She screamed, struggling to break free. "Get off me!" Scabior grabbed her face with his fingerless-gloved hand, squeezing it together, which made her shut up. Her breathing was still heavy as she looked into his eyes.

A grin slowly formed on his face. "I came prepared this time, Izzy. You think I haven't learned all your lil' moves by now?"

She breathed sharply in and out, staring furiously into Scabior's eyes. "You set this up. You made sure Jonathon was gone so he couldn't help me with whatever you're about to do!"

Scabior gasped mockingly, placing his free hand over his chest. "Why, me? Why would I ever do such a thing, Izzy?" He smiled sadistically.

"For the thousandth fucking time, stop calling me that!" She said through her teeth, attempting to break from Greyback's grasp again, but it was no use. He held a tighter grip on her. "Do you want me to start bringing Abby up again?"

Suddenly, Scabior's face twisted into a grimace and he dug his short, dirtied fingernails into her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut, pretending it didn't hurt as much as it did. "So you're gonna start testin' my limits again, Izzy?"

"As long as you call me that, I'm going to keep bringing her up." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Abby, Abby, Abby..." She smirked. "She was beautiful wasn't she, Scabior? I'm sure when you caught me and Jon last night, all those memories of her came flooding back, didn't they?"

Suddenly, Scabior pulled her free from Greyback, his face looked angrier than she'd ever seen it. "Follow me, Greyback!" He yelled over his shoulder as he dragged Isabella through the woods. She punched him and kicked him. But that only made him angrier. He picked up Isabella, throwing her over his shoulder.

"Put me down! Now!" She screamed, punching at his back, and kicking his chest. Then, she felt her legs bound together again. Just like that one time in the Leaky Cauldron. She sighed angrily, resting her head in her hand, and her elbow on his shoulder.

They walked for a long time before she heard what sounded like running water...a lot of running water. She turned to see a large waterfall as they walked up a hill toward it.

"Are you insane!" She screamed, starting to punch at his back again.

"Love, if you keep doin' that, I'm throwin' you off right here and now."

"Who cares, you're gonna kill me no matter what!"

Scabior laughed. "This is true."

Finally, Scabior threw her on the ground. She looked over and saw the large waterfall gushing down into the darkness over the cliff. She felt terrified. She was probably way too far from the camp for anyone to hear her scream. She looked up at the two men, looking at her from the same angle when they'd first caught her.

Scabior leaned down close to her, staring at her with a smirk on his face. Then, he looked over the edge of the cliff.

"Pretty long drop, wouldn't you say?" He asked.

Instead of answering, she just stared at him like he was crazy.

"Love, this is how it works," Scabior cleared his throat. "The more you piss me off, the more it makes me want to kill you. And dependin' on how much you annoy me, you'll still end up dead. You keep bringin' up a girl I did not have feelin's for, and you're just a peeve. So, since you've been so difficult, I decided instead of killin' you instantly, I want you to suffer."

He grinned perversely. Her lips quivered as he stood up slowly and picked her up from the collar of her shirt. He then proceeded to pick her up and hold her in his arms and walked toward the edge of the cliff. She was frozen with so much fear, she didn't even realize she was clutching on to Scabior's jacket for dear life.

"It was nice knowin' you, love. Give Jasmine my regards, will you?" He smiled before throwing her off the cliff. Her legs came apart as she screamed loudly, closing her eyes and waiting for the impact. Soon, it'd be over. Her whole life flashed before her eyes. Her parents, Jasmine, Jonathon, Scabior, Bellatrix. She'd never have to see any of them again...except Jasmine. Her heart was racing. It was so close, she felt it. She heard the water flowing in her ears; she wanted to open her eyes so badly, but she knew she'd regret it if she did.

Suddenly, she felt herself slowing down. She opened her eyes slowly, her face was inches from the rapidly flowing water. She landed with a soft thud and a mouthful of water, but she wasn't dead. She got out, walking to shore. She looked around to see if anyone was around, but no one was there. Who just saved her?

Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed shrilly, turning around and tripping over backward. They walked into the light and her heart rose to her throat as she got up quickly, hugging Jonathon. "Oh my god, thank god you're here!"

"What did Scabior do to you?" Jonathon asked angrily, pushing her gently off him.

"I-I guess I pissed him off so much...he just, threw me off the edge...how am I still alive though?" Isabella pushed her wet hair back, shivering.

"Arresto Momentum. It's a spell used to slow someone's fall." He grabbed her hand. "We're going back to the camp."

"Are you crazy?" Isabella said, pulling her hand away. "Scabior thinks I'm dead! Don't you see, Jon...you could get me out of here." She smiled, feeling suddenly extremely giddy. "You could bring me to Anna and we could stay with her! Scabior would never know!"

Jon looked at her, his mouth slightly agape. "Is, I don't think—"

"Jon, you said you'd get me out of here...now is my only chance."

Jon hung his head. "But...if I let you go, I may never see you again."

"What do you mean?" She asked, suddenly not feeling as happy.

"I can't stay with you if I bring you to Anna."

"Why not?" She laughed nervously.

"Scabior would find me, and he'd kill me...after that he'd kill you."

"But..."

"Isabella, I told you I wish I could, but I really can't. He probably already knows you're still alive."

She crossed her arms over her chest, looking at the ground. "So...it's going to be like this forever?"

Jon thinned his lips and nodded softly. "I'm afraid so."

She nodded, taking Jon's hand. "All right, well, let's go back to hell then."

Her stomach twisted as she felt the familiar sensation of going through a rubber tube. She opened her eyes and instantly saw Scabior and Greyback, looking right at them.

They grabbed for both of them, Scabior took Isabella as Greyback took Jonathon.

"No, please, don't do anything to him!" Isabella screamed, trying to pry Scabior's arms off of her.

Scabior turned her around so he could look at her. He had the same expressionless look in his eyes. "Wow. You survived, I'm impressed."

"Yeah well, it's not easy to get rid of me." She sneered.

"Got that right," he rolled his eyes. "You're like a rash."

"Funny." She said sarcastically.

Scabior smirked. "Well, in that case, I guess we still continue trainin' tomorrow!"

"Oh, great!" She smiled mockingly before rolling her eyes.

"Stop givin' me attitude, love."

"Or what?" She sneered.

He looked up and suddenly she heard a cry of pain erupt from Jonathon. She turned to see him on the ground, clutching his hand to his chest. He cursed to himself silently.

"You cruel, heartless bastard!" She screamed at Scabior. She went to slap him but he grabbed her wrist and twisted it back, her face etched into pain.

"I dare you to try that again." He said silently to her.

"Ow, shit, okay, okay, I get it!" She screamed. He let go of her wrist and she massaged it, trying to stop the pain around it.

"Good." He grabbed her arm and dragged her into his tent. "Consider yourself lucky, beautiful. I only tried to kill you out of anger. If I actually hated you, I probably would've killed you the second you apparated on the campsite."

"Oh, so you do like me?" She said, crossing her arms.

He laughed. "I didn't say that, I just said I don't hate you." He ran his fingers through her sopping wet hair, smirking at her. "Get some sleep, love. We're startin' bright and early tomorrow mornin'."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine." She walked over to the small cot, getting under the covers and lying on her side. She saw Scabior still standing there, staring at her. "What?" She asked, annoyed.

"What's so special about him?" He asked seriously.

"Who?"

"Your new boyfriend." He beckoned his head outside the tent.

"Jon? Maybe it's the fact that he's been my friend the whole time, he's helped me through difficult situations, he cares about me, he has adorable eyes and an adorable smile." She shrugged. "Things you don't have."

Scabior nodded slowly, smiling. "How precious." He mocked. She rolled her eyes and he laughed. "Weird, considerin' I overheard him talkin' about his lil' girly friend back home."

Her heart dropped in her stomach. "What?"

"Yeah, apparently she's gorgeous. The way he described her...sort of sounds like you. Maybe that's why he likes you so much."

She couldn't move. She felt petrified. Was it true? Was he just using her? Her heart beat loudly in her chest.

"Oh, don't worry, beautiful. He only thinks about her when he kisses you, no big deal." Scabior chuckled to himself.

She stared him down venomously. "Get the hell out of here so I can sleep."

"Sure you don't want company?" He smirked, walking toward her slowly.

"Not from you." She grimaced. "Get. Out."

"Truth hurts, doesn't it, beautiful?"

"Get out, Scabior!" Her eyes clouded up with tears, but she bit her lip to keep them back.

Scabior grinned ear to ear, finally leaving the tent. She lied on her back, staring up at the top of the tent.

Either Scabior was lying because he wanted Isabella all to himself,

or Jonathon really didn't have feelings for her at all.

With everything that went on in the past few weeks, she wasn't sure what the truth was anymore.

A/N: DUN, DUN, DUN. Haha. What do you guys think? Is Scabior a pathological liar, or is he actually telling the truth this time? You'll have to wait until the next one to find out ;) I'm not AS happy with this chapter because I feel like it's rushed, but that could just be me lol. ANYWAYS.

Oh, I've found out DHP2 comes out Nov 11, SOOO, once I get that on dvd, I'll be going into it more because APPARENTLY, there's a deleted scene from the bridge scene with Neville & such & I have a good idea for that scene for this fic and I really hope that deleted scene(if it really exists) involves Scabior IN SOME WAY, SOOO, yeah, I just thought I'd fill you guys in on that :3! Until the next one!

Song used for this chapter is "The Kill" by 30 Seconds to Mars.