Bella's POV

I made my way over to the door, opening before he could ring the doorbell again, Jacob stood there shirtless, with no shoes and wearing a pair of cargo pants despite the chilly rainy weather outside. "Jacob," I said, "Bella." "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Yes," Rosalie said from the living room, "what are you doing here, dog?" I winced, Jacob grinned, "Hey, there bloodsucker," he greeted, with false politeness. I saw Rosalie grimace, I turned back to Jacob and smiled apologetically at him, I stepped aside so he could enter the house, his nose wrinkled and a expression of disgust crossed his face.

"You don't smell very good, either," Emmet remarked, when he saw this. I frowned, confused. "I don't smell anything." Emmet and Jacob laughed, then stopped immediately to frown at each other, "Vampires and werewolves are naturally enemies," Jacob explained.

"And, to vampires, werewolves smell like wet dogs," Jasper finished. "And bloodsuckers smell sickly sweet," Jacob continued. I nodded to show I understood, "Jake, they're vampires and they do have names," I informed him. He rolled his eyes, not caring.

"You never answered my question," I pointed out. "Carlisle," he said, "told Sam that we needed to make a new plan because your parents are in danger," he answered, "and also, I heard you were almost killed? How could you parasites let that happen?" he asked, his question aimed at the others in the living room.

Rosalie snarled, "We are not parasites, dog!" Alice had that guilty expression on her face again, no one answered his second question, "Jacob," I said, he turned to me, "I wasn't almost killed, I just ran into him that's all," I told him.

"That's all!" he growled, "An assassin is set out to kill you, and you act like it's nothing! He might haven't tried to kill you, but he could of! And, it would be all their fault! Why, are you here with them, when all they do is get you into trouble?" Jacob was shaking, his fists clenched as he stared angrily at me.

"It's not their fault, and even if Henry were to kill me it still wouldn't be their fault, because I wanted to leave even though I was told not to," I told him, in a calm and even voice.

Edward grabbed my arm and gently moved me away from Jacob, he spoke to me but his eyes were trained on Jacob, "Stay away at a safe distance, he's unstable right now," he ordered me, quietly.

"UNSTABLE!" Jacob roared, "I'll show you unstable, leech!" I felt someone's arms lifting me and carrying me away from Edward and Jacob, I noticed that Jacob was shaking more now, Edward grabbed him by the forearms and threw him back outside and ran out of the house. The rest of the house was a blur, as I was carried upstairs, then whoever carried my set me down on the bed, the room spun.

My head hurt, I looked around to see who carried me but they were gone, I figured I was to stay put in the room, I realized then I was in Edward's room. I laid down and waited for the pain in my head to go away, I was listening for any noises that could give me a clue to what was going on, but all I heard were my own thoughts.

I waited for minutes, but it felt like hours went by as I layed there, waiting for whatever it was to be over. Was, Edward and Jacob ok? Is someone hurt? That's all I thought about, what if I were to open the door? Sneak out and see for myself? Someone would stop me, I wouldn't go very far, unless they were busy?

Carefully, and as quietly as I could I walked over to the door, I was only a few steps away from it when I heard from the other side, "Don't bother." I huffed, but didn't go back, "What's going on?" I asked.

"Argueing, it's really boring, don't worry about it," Emmet answered, "Then why can't I come out?" I questioned. "Cuz, Edward thinks you might get hurt, and with your luck he's probably right."

I frowned, "Is anyone hurt?" I asked. "Nah, though if the mutt keeps pushing Rose's buttons he's gonna be," Emmet answered, before laughing. I nodded, even though he couldn't see me, everything was okay, I just have to wait for Jacob to leave. I frowned to myself, I haven't seen Jake in almost a week and this wasn't how I imagined seeing him again.

I walked away and laid back down on the bed, I suddenly felt tired-no, not just tired, exhausted. It was odd, it was still early, I looked at the clock 3:30 PM, could I be so sleepy already?

No. It was too sudden, besides I have to stay up and wait for Edward, and there were things I wanted to say to Jacob. The exhaustion came again, harder this time, I barely kept myself awake long enough to realize, these weren't natrual, they were forced.

Jasper was messing with my emotions, and before I could think of anything else I fell asleep. When I woke up, the bed was moving, rocking almost. I opened my eyes, I saw a window, and a driver seat, and a passenger seat in front of me, the car was obviously moving, trees were passing by us.

I tried to sit up, but I was tied, I tugged my hand and realized it was handcuffed to the handle on the car door. "Henry, she's awake," a woman's voice, said. Henry? "Oh?" Henry, said. "So, Bella would you mind explaining me about this?" he asked. The woman pulled out a video camera and played a video of Victoria and her newborns fighting against the wolves and the Cullens, most of them were blurs, and then a wolf was picked up by a newborn and thrown into a tree, knocking over two others.

The video ended, the woman put away the camera, I stared open-mouthed at Henry. "Don't act like you don't know," he accused, I closed my mouth. "So, Bella," Henry said, casually, "explain."

I blinked, I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell Henry that what he saw were vampires and werewolves fighting agaist each other, it wasn't my secret to tell, it wasn't a secret that should be told.

"I don't know what to say," I told him, truthfully. "I've never seen anything like it." Henry frowned, "You won't talk?" Without waiting for an answer, he spoke to the woman, "Melissa, you think you could persuade Bella?"

"Melissa?" I asked. No one answered my question because, Melissa whipped out a long knife, it gleamed in the moonlight and with a quick flash Melissa struck the knife in my gut.

She turned the knife, the pain so unbearable, I couldn't help but scream. "Melissa!" Henry hissed, "Got it," she replied, she pushed the knife deeper inside me, and covered my mouth, muffling my scream.

"You make one more sound, and the next one is going into your neck," she threatened. I blinked, my eyes clouded by my tears. I nodded slowly, "Good," she smiled, wickidly.

Melissa pulled her hand back to remove the knife, "No," Henry, commanded suddenly, "leave it there." My eyes widened, Melissa shrugged and did as told. "I told you Bella that next time there will be no mercy."

Fear and pain flooded inside me, making my body shake with sobs and tears streamed down my face. "You're crying now? Wait until we get home, that's where the real pain begins."

Cold, it's so cold and my body aches all over, I feel so weak, so tired, am I dying? I thought back to what happened after Henry parked at an old abandoned house, I was pushed into the basement, it was dark and I tripped over the stairs and sprained my ankle.

But, still he made me walk. He shut the door, I knew it was locked, so I didn't even bother trying to get out, even if they lef tit unlocked what could I do? They were armed, and they were deadly, I had no weapons, except for the long knife Melissa stabbed into me, I wasn't in the shape to even try to fight for my life.

What was Edward doing? Did they notice, that I was kidnapped? How did Henry and Melissa get to me, anyhow? I thought back to the videotape, everyone was fighting, they were too busy and so they couldn't save me, it was too late.

The house was old, I could tell when we first drove u, the house looked like it was falling apart, the wooden floor boards creake,d the wallpaper was peeled and mold stained the ceilings, there were cobwebs and the air was dusty, the water pipes in the basement were broken and rusty. They dripped water, in the basement it was silent, except for the plopping sound of the droplets of water hitting the cold stone floor and my own ragged breathing.

I didn't want to think about my death, but in the basement it was the only thing I could do besides crying. I sighed, and tugged my hand, Melissa unlocked the handcuffs from the door, but she handcuffed me again to one of the pipes.

My arm was sore, as it was lifted up from the handcuffs, I was surprised I didn't faint from the smell of my own blood as I still tend to do even after my years as an assasin, it was another reason I didn't leave bloody messes at my killings.

I think it's been two days since Henry kidnapped me, I winced as memories resurfaced of the painful things he put me through, the torture. I thought it would never the end, I still felt the pain from my wounds, but I have grown accustomed to it.

I was afraid to sleep, I thought if I was closed my eyes for one moment I wouldn't wake up. I had to keep myself alive for Edward, even though he had no idea where I was taken to and all Alice would see is the darkness of the basement.

My eyes drooped, my body needed rest to heal, it wouldn't be enough but it would help and I was exhausted. I needed energy, when was the last time I saw daylight? My body trembled in the cold air of the basement, I looked up to the roof suddenly remembering what Henry told me.

Renee and Phil, they were in danger! Unless..he already got to them. My eyes watered, and I shook my head as if to dispel the negative thoughts in my mind. No. They would figure out a plan to protect my parents with the pack, Carlisle said they would.

I raised up my free hand to wipe the corners of my eyes then dropped it back down on the floor. I was hungry too, and thirsty I tried opening my mouth to see if any water from the pipe would fall in.

But, nothing came.

I heard the wooden floorboards from outside of the basement creak, I froze. They were coming again, that meant more pain. My instincts were telling me to run, but I couldn't.

The door opened, the sunlight flashed in my eyes and I flinched and looked away covering my face with my free hand. The light wne taway, and the door closed. I didn't look up though, I braced myself for the pain I was sure would come.

A cold hand gently pushed my hand down, reluncantly I put my hand down, hoping it was one of the Cullens, maybe Edward. He saved me from James, but my face fell as I stared in horror when I discovered, it was a vampire.

Just not the one I was hoping for, "Hello, Bella." "Hello," I gulped, my voice weak, "Victoria."