Goodbye Jane

"Get in." Came a gruff voice from behind, a second later a finger poked into my back and I fell forward a little.

It had been three, maybe four days since I had been brought to New York. I wasn't really sure now. For the most part I listened to the ever babbling conversations outside. They never seemed to end.

I walked around another corner in a seemingly large, abandoned apartment building. Every couple of minutes Luke would jab me again and remind me to keep a fast pace. In between snarling at him and Connah, I wondered where my family was, where my brother was. It had felt like forever ago since I had last seen him.

Connah strode up to an old maple-wood door at the end of a musty hallway. There was old torn wallpaper that was peeling away. She stopped just in front of the door and to my surprised knocked loudly on the wood.

The knock echoed down the passageway before there was eerie silence again. Ten seconds after the knock the door began to creak open, slowly, revealing a brightly coloured and decorated room behind it. Connah walked in, followed by me and Luke. As soon as we were in the door slammed shut behind us. I turned to look back at the door to see intricate patterns carved all over the back of the door. When it had shut, tiny trails of sparkling silver slid through and around the patterns and swirls that made the back of the door.

"It's a seal." Connah spoke out from behind me. I turned to face her and I realised that I had been staring at the door longer than what I had thought. Connah walked towards a stainless steel kitchen that lay in the corner of the large room, taking Anya with her.

"Nobody can get in, and nobody can get out unless I say so." Luke said. I forced myself not to look at him. I watched as Connah open a cupboard and took out a large silver vase.

"What is that for?" I asked her quickly, casually as I took in my new surroundings. Connah barely acknowledged my question as she mumbled something about Anya. I rolled my eyes at her and surveyed the room once more before realising, "Is this your home?" I asked confused.

Luke who had sat on the couch next to me nodded. I frowned slightly. "Why are we here?" I asked.

Luke shrugged. "Connah was getting bored of running away from your family, hiding."

"And so you decided that kidnapping me was going to go unnoticed and you came back to New York City?" I asked bewildered. Luke didn't reply to that. I shrugged; tired of trying to tell them they were going to get caught.

"You know," Connah said from the kitchen, "We have a lot of friends who have helped us get this Silver." She tapped the silver vase in which she had placed Anya. "The moment your family comes to kill Luke and I they will be dead."

I shook my head and tried to suppress a laugh, "You know the Volturi, Connah. We are powerful."

But Connah smirked, "Lemprinichists are stronger." She said.

"You aren't a Lemprinichist, Connah." I told her. "Or have you forgotten that? I'll bet that the entire world population of Lemprinichists is about the same size of my family alone. Not all of them will be on your side, so you're down to maybe three, maybe five other Lemprinichists. But do you know what I think? Not all of those five Lemprinichists will be in the same city; I find it hard to believe that there would be five Lemprinichists in America."

"Jane, why would you think that?" She asked with a strong voice, but I could now tell she was worried. She hadn't thought this through properly. Slowly I began edging my way towards her.

"I think that I am right, Connah, and now you are realising that I am right." I know stood a few feet from her. "Am I right?"

I smiled to myself knowing that I had confused her. "What?" She said confused. I quickly turned to face Luke and began to burn him; he was not expecting it and fell to the floor writhing in pain for a few seconds. Connah immediately attacked me from behind but, come on, please tell me even you knew how obvious that attack was.

I swiftly turned to meet her attack and pushed her backwards over the kitchen island that stood in front of me, on the way knocking over Anya in the vase.

"NO!" Connah screamed as the vase fell to the tile floor and shattered. Soon after I had pushed Connah, Luke had recovered and I was frozen still. He turned me to face him and I noticed his hand was in the same shape that he had held Anna in before she had died. Connah stood up and came to stand next to Luke. "You are too smart for your own good, Jane." She sneered. "Goodbye, Jane."

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