New York

Aro's point of view

If we ran from Chicago to New York City it would be faster than catching a plane, so we did just that. I called Marcus and told him what Felicity and I were planning to do; I am ashamed to say that I succumbed to working with her. But we needed to find Jane, right now I was willing to take any help I was given.

"Where are they in New York?" I asked for the millionth time as trees, underbrush streamed behind us. By the two hour mark we had just past through the Clinton county in Pennsylvania. Felicity that ran a little ahead had to shout in order for me to hear her properly.

"In a small abandoned, apartment block in the south east of Soho."

I mentally nodded for the millionth time. I wondered if she was frustrated that I kept asking her the same question; so far it did not seem to bother her.

"Demetri," I called out. He ran a little behind me.

"Yes, Master?" He called back. He knew what my question was going to be.

"Are you able to track Jane yet?" I asked. I was hoping that Luke had healed the ties between Jane and the Volturi. There was silence for a moment, and I wondered whether he really was checking for the millionth time or if now he was just acting if though he was checking.

"No." Came his response. His voice was barely audible as we ran.

I cursed under breath, annoyed, frustrated. Felicity said we only had one chance to get this right; Luke could use Anya to destroy us all. I turned my head to the right to quickly look at Alec. He had been very quiet the past few hours. I knew that he was worried; I had a sister once too.

Rain started to pelt down from above, though because we were moving so fast we could hardly feel it.

"About another hour and we'll be crossing the bridge from Jersey into Soho." Cabhan shouted out from the front. I did not like Cabhan, I didn't have too. He was one of those stick-to-it types. Not really looking out for anybody but themselves, and close friends.

He looked back at me saying "It would be less conspicuous if we drove in. You know, in like cars."

"I know what cars are." I snarled back at him fiercely. But I had to agree with him. I did not want any second glances from strangers.

"Once we get to Soho, what is the plan?" Afton asked from behind me. I didn't know, trying to rack my brains and think of an answer quickly.

"He'll have a seal on the door." Felicity said, and Cabhan nodded in agreement.

"What do you mean?" I asked. We could break down any door.

"The door can't be opened to anyone unless Luke allows it too."

"Can you counteract that?" I asked Cabhan, wondering what his Silver could really do, but he shook his head.

"The only way we can find Anya and Jane is if we lure Luke and Connah outside of the room."

I thought for a moment. How were we going to do that?


Connah's point of view

I knew they were coming, and I was going to die. Luke kept telling me to stop worrying and he would sort everything out, they wouldn't come, they wouldn't come.

But I knew they would.

I had never met them, never knew they existed until five years ago when I ran into another nomad; Beth.

She told me I would be better off if they didn't know who I was, so I kept it that way, until I stole Jane.

Maybe I shouldn't have done it. But I can't change the past.

"Do you know where they are?" I asked Luke again. We were both sitting on the old brown leather couch hand in hand. Luke shook his head.

We knew Anya was inside of Jane, Luke had figured it out; she couldn't have left the building, he hadn't allowed her too. And so now Anya was keeping Jane alive, we tried to force her out of Jane's body but she wouldn't budge. She is weak, that's what Luke said.

Well then she's one darn strong weakling.

"What if they did find some of that dust stuff you were talking about, what if they know we are here?" I asked again, worried. I didn't want to die, I wasn't sure if I was ready too.

"They can't get in unless I allow them to, and I will never do that." He slipped his hand into mine to try and comfort me. It wasn't working.

"But we will have to leave eventually; we'll run out of food for you, I'll need to hunt." I questioned. We needed a full-proof plan for survival, for which the chances were looking very slim. Luke didn't seem interested in my debate.

There was a knock on the door. I did not dare to breathe. Luke looked at me, he seemed slightly worried too.

"Open the door, Luke." A voice growled.


In case you didn't know, I don't live in America. Therefore I had a lot of fun on Google looking up parts of New York and Pennsylvania and discovering that Illinois is not on the west coast like I originally thought. You learn new things everyday :)

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