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Eric walked in shortly after my frantic screaming began.

"Cali! Are you ok?" He asked. I attempted to hide my annoyance from his face full of fake compassion. The more time I spent around Eric, however, I began to realize that he actually felt something for me- as messed up as that may seem.

I looked at him standing by the doorway with my mouth slightly parted and my eyes wide. Although I had called for him, I hadn't actually figured out what I would say to him when he arrived. I knew what I needed to do, but figuring out how was the hard part. My eyes darted to the clock across the room for a brief moment; I needed to hurry.

"Hi." Really, Cali? The only thing you could think to say was hi?

"Hi," He responded hesitantly. He walked over to me and stood idly by my bedside.

"You need a shower," Eric stated.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Oh, does my hygiene bother you?" I asked with mock empathy.

"Not at all," He replied casually, grabbing a new hospital gown from the bottom of the cart the doctor used and walking over to me.

"No," I replied harshly, distancing myself from him. Once I spoke, I realized that in order for this to work, I needed to be a tad more friendly. "Unchain me." "Please," I added, begrudgingly.

"Well, because you asked nicely," He began, taking a set of keys out of the cart and then freeing me.

"Thank you," I responded, my voice quiet.

He didn't respond; instead, he sat up straight in the chair next to my bed, waiting for me to change my gown.

"Turn around," I instructed, sitting upright, although as soon as I did, I immediately fell down, not being able to hold up my body weight.

"Are you ok?" He asked, setting his hand on my back to steady me.

"Another test." I tried to make my voice sound less accusing than I felt, which was only slightly successful.

"What are they testing for now?" He asked, bitterness in his voice. When I looked at his face, I saw a gleam of anger behind his eyes.

"You can't be mad at them; you're the one who gave me to them."

"A necessary sacrifice," He responded, matter-of-factly.

"My safely, freedom and happiness," I added.

"You wouldn't have given us a chance if I hadn't."

"You think that by sacrificing me, that increased your chances?" I asked with amazement at how insane that sounded.

"I'm here aren't I?"

I didn't respond. As much as I hated to, I had to pretend.

"You said I knew you," I began, hoping that he would take it from there.

"Once," He began, "when times were simpler and you still were you."

"You're in love with Renesmee, not me." I stated.

"You are Renesmee."

"Understand that if I were to have any sort of feelings for you, it would be me, not her."

I looked away from the hopeful smile that filled Eric's face.

"So you should probably stop calling me Renesmee," I added.

"I'm not going to call you the person that they made you become."

Anger bubbled in every inch of my body. I attempted to push it out, but a small parcel slipped out, "They did this to keep me from the people that you handed me over to."

"I'm not going to talk about those people." There was clear distaste with the use of the word "these people", but I ignored it. Stay calm, I can't mess this up.

"Were we, friends?" I asked, casually but quietly.

"Yes," he answered with a smirk.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked.

"Because we were friends."

"And that makes you smile?" I asked, confused.

"Bella used to say that you were the only person who was ever able to put a smile on my face."

"Why is that?" I asked, genuinely interested.

"How would I know; it's not as if you are the easiest specimen to get along with."

"Sorry, my cordiality went out the window when you kidnapped me," I rolled my eyes, although immediately after I scolded myself.

"Do you still want a dog named Maxwell the third?" He asked, ignoring me.

I unwillingly smiled to myself, "How did you know that?"

He laughed, getting a tad more relaxed in his seat, "Because I would argue with you that you can not have a dog that is a third, without a first and second."

I chuckled, "I'm guessing that really annoyed me."

"Actually you took the logical approach to the situation and bought me a dog named Maxwell the first."

I actually laughed at loud at this one, "I bought a vampire a dog?"

As soon as Eric began laughing as well, I stopped. Why was I actually having a nice conversation with him?

"What happened to the dog?" I asked, quietly.

"I gave him away once you left," He responded, his voice hard again.

"That's annoying," I responded, once I realized what to say to break the tension.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because now I have to start all over again."

He smiled, "Can you please change your gown? You smell like throw up?"

I looked down, having forgotten, only to wince away from the sight of dried brown puke all over me.

"You really do need a shower," he stated again.

"Alright well you let me know when a shower gets built into my jail cell and I'll be sure to clean myself up just for you."

Eric stood up and opened up the hospital gown, pulling my covers down, "Come on." He grabbed my arms and helped me to sit up. My body went limp and fell against the wall; before my head hit the wall, he placed his palm on the back of my skull, making sure that it didn't hit.

"Can you handle this?" He asked, referring to me attempting to put the new hospital gown on.

"Hopefully," I replied, my voice breathy.

Eric rubbed his head once before turning to glance at the door. He glanced a few more times before he finally made up his mind. "Look, I'm not suppose to do this, and I'll get in a lot of trouble for messing with the experiment, so don't tell anyone."

"Don't tell anyone what?" I asked, confused. Before I could ask any more questions, Eric's bitten wrist was in my mouth. I writhed against his hand, but his wrist was restricting both of my airways, and eventually I breathed in through my mouth.

"Drink," Eric coaxed. I felt his body weight on the bed and his hand go to the back of my head to push it towards his extended wrist.

Blood landed on my tongue and oddly enough, I stopped fighting. I hesitantly swallowed and was surprised when my taste buds literally exploded in my mouth; it was like nothing I had ever tasted in my entire life. It tasted like something that I had needed my entire life but never knew that I had to have. I sighed and closed my eyes in complete ecstasy.

"That's it," Eric whispered, running his hand up and down my head once. Although I normally wouldn't have liked Eric touching me, at this moment I didn't care; I just wanted blood. I sucked, hard and took a huge gulp. My hands went up to his and pressed his wrist further into my mouth, gulping over and over again.

"Ok," Eric began, moving his arm away from me. I attempted to bring his wrist back to me but was unsuccessful because of how strong he was. Within a few seconds he was standing up and unrolling his black cape so that it completely covered his bitten wrist.

I took deep breaths, everything in me telling me that I needed more.

"Yeah," He whispered, his fingers touching the corner of my mouth, "Your first time tasting blood. It will consume you." I gulped and tried to swallow down the burning sensation in my throat, although it wouldn't go away.

"Tell me, what does it feel like?" His voice sounded way too interested for how animalistic I felt.

"I feel like," I gasped, my eyes popping open, "Every single nerve in my body is going to combust unless I have more. I- I need more."

"Hm."

"What?" I asked, my throat coarse.

"Nothing, it's just been a while since my first experience."

"How long exactly?" I asked, frantically trying to get my mind off of the bloodthirsty desire in my throat.

"812 years."

My breathing stopped, and if it weren't for intense need for blood, I would have gasped.

"You've been alive for eight lifetimes?"

"Technically nine but after so many decades it stops mattering."

"That's," I began, the burning sensation beginning to die down.

"Horrible," he finished for me.

"Why did you give me your blood Eric?"

"You have never fed before; your body was so weak already, just with the smallest bit of blood your immune system shot up."

"So, I'm not sick anymore?"

"No, you're still sick; just not as sick."

"Hm," was all I was able to get out. I now felt intensely disgusted with myself for being so intimate with Eric earlier. Jacob's image flashed into my mind and I felt a twinge of guilt, although I hadn't really done anything. My remembrance of Jacob reminded me of my ultimate goal, and put me back in the right direction.

"Eric."

"Yes?"

"Can you teach me how to put my shield up?"

"What?" He asked, leaning towards me in his chair.

"Can you teach me how to put up my shield?" I repeated.

"How do you know about that?" Shit. I hadn't thought that far.

"Jacob told me," From the look on Eric's face that was not the right answer.

"Did he now?" Eric asked, his voice filled with disgust.

I ignored him; I needed this, I couldn't argue with him now.

"Can you teach me?" I asked, again.

"Why?"

"Because you're a shield aren't you?"

"Yes," He answered, "You're only partially, which explains your interesting personality.

"Interesting personality?" I asked, not sure if I was suppose to be offended.

"Most shields are cut off from their emotions."

"You don't say," I said with a smile, alluring to Eric's unemotional personality.

"Why do you want to learn?"

Why? Well I couldn't tell him the real reason. "If they're going to prod every part of my body, I would at least like my mind to myself."

He didn't respond, but instead he stared at me, with an unreadable expression on his face. Eric had an odd look; it wasn't as if he wasn't attractive, he was just lacking a certain warmth. Unlike Jacob, Eric's eyes were porcelain, but held nothing behind them. His body was perfect, but almost too muscular, without even a hint of the appealing imperfections. Honestly, he just wasn't Jacob.

"Ok," he finally stated.

"Ok." After he didn't respond I spoke again, "Well are you going to teach me?"

"Yes." He pushed his chair closer to me so that his legs were touching my bed and then took my hand into his. I dismissed the feeling inside me to shoo his hand away and instead let him hold onto me.

"Close your eyes," he instructed. I did as I was told, although I felt that pang of guilt again, because Jacob was usually the one to tell me to close my eyes.

"Breathe deeply. Clear your mind of everything except that feeling in the center of your chest."

"What feeling?" I mumbled.

"Stop talking," he demanded. If my eyes were open I would have rolled them.

"It's deep, you have to search for it," Eric said, "It's a feeling; you'll know it once you find it."

I sighed and attempted to search for this random "feeling" hidden in my chest.

"This isn't working," I complained after a moment.

"You're not trying."

"Yes I am!"

"No you're not."

"This would be a lot easier if I were drunk," I joked.

"You're an alcoholic," Eric said with a stern voice.

"I never drink."

"Actually you only ever drink when you're hiding from your feelings."

"You're going to talk to me about hiding from my feelings?" I joked, my eyes still closed, "You tell me that you're in love with me yet you rarely show me any form of kindness."

"Well I'm showing you some right now so shut up and do as I say."

I sighed and breathed deeply.

"Focus," Eric demanded.

"On what?" I complained.

"Did you think this was going to be easy?" He asked, his voice holding annoyance. My mind switched to my goal; I wonder what time it is. I need to hurry.

"I'm sorry, continue," I instructed him.

"Rid your mind of everything. Tell me once you have." I attempted this, and as soon as I felt that my mind was as clear as it was going to be (thank you yoga) I nodded.

"Now search deep in your chest, almost to where your heart is. Once you think you've gone deep, keep going deeper and deeper some more. Search until you find a glowing hot pressure."

I did as I was instructed. I searched deep until I thought it was as deep as I could go. I was completely focused. As instructed, I kept going, deeper than I thought possible, until I finally felt what Eric had been describing. It was an almost vibrating sensation that literally heated my entire body. "I have it," I spoke, but my voice sounded like nothing but an echo.

"Good," his voice was quiet, "now grab it and hold onto it. Then take it and expand it. It will feel like you are taking that small red, hot dot and stretching it until it fills your entire body."

I focused in on it and grabbed it, so to speak. I held on to it so hard and began attempting to expand it. It was as if I was pushing it outward, in every direction. Slowly but surely the sensation started to spread. Now it filled my entire chest. Pushing it out began to come easier and easier until I finally felt it fill my head, toes and fingertips. Then the hot, intense sensation vanished, altogether.

"Ugh," I moaned, "I lost it."

"No you didn't," Eric spoke with slight humor.

"Yes I did, the feeling is gone."

"That's because it consumed you."

"What?" I asked.

"Congratulations, you're a shield."

"Really?" I sat up with excitement, only having to lie back down when my body ached beneath me.

"I need more blood," I spoke, clearly pleased with myself.

"Once we're out of here you can have all the blood your heart desires," Eric spoke.

"Stop talking," I answered, annoyed.

"Blood sharing is an intimate experience; hopefully there are many more to come."

"Stop talking," I repeated.

He laughed, which really annoyed me. An intimate thing- I felt guilty again.

"So the shield is up?" I asked, getting back to what is important.

"Yes."

"And what if I want to get rid of it?"

"How about I teach you that one tomorrow?" He patted my leg and stood up.

"No!" I popped up. He needed to teach me that today. He looked at me sideways, probably wondering why I was so eager. "How about later today?" I asked, trying to seem less enthusiastic.

"Ok, but you need to rest."

"Will you give me more blood later?" Immediately after I asked I felt remorseful. The words, "intimate experience" kept running through my mind, over and over again.

He ignored me, yet there was no dismissing the small smile that brightened up his entire face when I asked. But it was so good.

"Want me to change your hospital gown before I go?" Eric asked, standing over me.

"For someone claiming to be in love with me, you sure are eager to get away."

"I am in love with you, but you need to rest. Putting the shield up took a lot out of you."

"If you gave me a little more blood I'm sure I would be able to do it myself."

"Renesmee," He placed his hand overtop of mine, "No." I shook his hand away, realizing just how many times I had asked for more blood.

"So do you want me to change it or not?" He asked again, obviously not liking my newfound coldness, although it was honestly more due to how disgusted I was with myself than anything to do with him.

I sighed, suddenly feeling a ping in my gut, wishing that Jacob was the one to change my hospital gown. I was about to send Eric away when I realized that I would need to keep my strength up. "Yes," I answered weakly.

Eric grabbed the gown from the chair and opened it up, setting it down on the bed next to me.

"Ugh," he squinted his face into disgust as he began to pull the gown off of me, "You really need a shower."

"We already covered that, thank you," I said with severe annoyance. "Close your eyes," I stated, right before he was about to reach the part of my body that was only covered with underwear.

I looked up at him to see him do as I asked him, and only then did I move my hands so that he was able to finish the job. Once the gown was off of me, Eric threw it in the bin across the room. I crossed my arms over my chest so that he wasn't able to see my bare boobs and was pleased when I noticed that he was doing his best to divert his eyes away from me.

Eric walked over with the new gown and placed it over my head, making a point to close his eyes. Once he was done I fell back, breathing fast from how taxing holding myself up was. I unwillingly closed my eyes, not able to keep them open anymore.

"Sleep, Renesmee."

"Eric," I whispered, quietly.

"Yes?" He asked, swiping his finger across my forehead.

"Will you please call me Cali?"

He was quiet for a moment, "No, sleep well." Then I heard him leave the room. I felt the usual feeling of my body beginning to shut off, and sleep beginning to fall into a slumber. I knew I needed to think about the rest of my plan, because I was completely alone in it; but I really needed to sleep, and right now, it wasn't as much a want as a need. I relaxed my body and allowed myself an hour of sleep before the doctor would come in to check up on me.

Jacob's POV - one hour later

Kelly, Seth, Claire and I were sitting around the large wood table with cups of coffee in our hands. I looked over at Kelly, I had had my doubts about her in the beginning, but now, staring at her dark blue circles under her eyes and watching her bite her already bitten to the core fingernails, I liked her. She really did care about Cali, although I never really knew until after the Volturi had taken her. Seth rubbed her back and I had to look away; it was too hard to watch other members of my pack with their imprints.

So instead, I looked over at Claire. Her parents had not allowed her to be involved in any of this due to how dangerous it was, and I had agreed. Claire was Cali's best friend and she didn't even know it. Every time Kelly talked about her I could see the pain behind Claire's eyes and I felt bad for her. All that I could hope was that once Cali came back, somehow, they could reconnect again.

"I need more coffee," Kelly spoke, her voice ghostly.

"That's your third cup in an hour," Claire spoke, sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms. Kelly and Claire hadn't exactly been seeing eye to eye, but we found comfort in all banding together in worry.

"Sue me," Kelly flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and stood up to go pour some more coffee into her cup. After weeks of not being able to sleep, we had all turned into black coffee drinkers.

"This sucks," Claire said, picking at her split ends.

"Tell me about it," Kelly started, "I got all my summer homework done for the rest of the month within a week."

"You're in summer school?" Claire asked.

"Yes Miss. Holy I missed a tad too much school last year and had to retake a math class. Not all of us can be as smart as Cali." No one said anything. Kelly began biting her nails again.

From the corner of my eye, I saw someone enter the kitchen. I turned to see Bella standing there. Her mouth was open and her skin was pale. Her eyes were glassed over and she seemed about to crash to the floor at any moment.

"Bella!" I stood up and walked over to her, putting my hands on her arms. She didn't say anything, nor make eye contact with me.

"Bella, bella," I shook her twice before she finally moved her eyes to meet mine.

"Sh- sh- she's, she's dead." Bella whispered.

"No!" I heard Kelly scream from behind me. I heard weeps but it was as if everything was in a far off place. I couldn't speak nor could I hear or see or focus. My vision started to get blurry and I stumbled away from Bella, walking to the door that led to outside. I couldn't breathe; I needed air.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. It wasn't true, it couldn't be true. She was my imprint; I mean wouldn't I feel something? Wouldn't I have felt her leave? Anything?

No. She was alive. But- but Bella had said that she was dead. Her mother, her own mother had told me. I- I just. I fell to the ground and put my head in my hands. I wasn't sure where exactly I was and I didn't care. I couldn't feel. I was numb. In fact, I didn't know I was crying until I felt wet tears soak my hands and the collar of my tee-shirt. It was over. My life was over.

No. No. They would pay for this. They would pay for this. They're all going to die, and I'm going to kill them.

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