A.N. Thank you Gig for reviewing on every chapter. This chapter is dedicated to you. Also this chapter was written to Adele's Skyfall, hence the title.

Chapter 33 Skyfall

~ As long as there is trust, betrayal will exist. ~

I sit down on the wooden floor beside Libby and gently pull her into my lap. As she wept into my shoulder, I gently rub her back. I don't urge her to stop crying. I can't reassure her that everything will be okay. Because the truth is, danger lurks in every aspect of our lives.

Sighing, I rest my forehead on Libby's thin shoulder. I wasn't quite sure, but I have a feeling that Libby has stayed strong throughout this entire Twilight situation, that this news was her breaking point. Everyone has their limits and I suppose this is hers. Again, I have no reassurances. All I had to give her at this moment is the comfort of our forever friendship.

And I should have known something was keeping my best friends away. I didn't like the fact that Sebastian put a spell on my best friends. It just wasn't right, regardless. So what if I had been told where Sam and Sebastian went? It's not like I would have followed. But in all honesty I'm not sure what I would have done with that information. Sam and Sebastian took that choice away from me. However, there's no point in giving it another thought, really. The best thing to do here is to forgive. We all have to move on and hope for the best.

Nevertheless, no one in this cramped little room besides Libby and me knew what the consequences were from killing James's brother. And Libby is more aware of the danger that we were all facing now than anyone else. I recall more than once that she had said that this James was lethal and the main villain in the first book; that the Cullen's had no choice in killing him towards the end. The repercussions from that decision would lead to serious trouble later on for the Cullens and the entire wolf pack. At least we have some insight of the future and should consider options on how to deal.

Though what I am having a lot of trouble with, is that my mother didn't mention anything when she had read the entire book series. For goodness sakes, she had a love affair with one of the characters in the same town she was from! And yet, there were no hints or any such comments throughout those four years on the book series or the five movies that had been made. She even went to the cinema to watch it with Libby and her mother, Janet. All three were excited to see Breaking Dawn part two before she died.

But the question is - why would Blackhawk reveal this vital information to Stephenie Meyer in a dream spell and have it unleashed for only my mother to discover the future implications of this world? Why hadn't my mother prepared me? I know she had to have made the connection. Because after all Bella Swan and I are the same age. Is this why her behavior changed upon seeing the leather tote? And why she insisted that I go alone? That's possible.

Then, Julie Morrow comes to the forefront. She was my mother's T. A. (teacher's assistant) who transported me in a rental car to Montana for a summer internship at the Wilderness Conservatory. Uncle Theo mentioned that as soon as we entered Montana, that he had fired up the machine but something went wrong. Was Julie Morrow supposed to prepare me when we arrived here? That's another possibility.

After nine weeks of spending her summer with her parents in the county over from where I was, Julie picked me up and we traveled back home with only the necessary communication. As soon as we arrived, my mother starts rambling about her sister.

An aunt I had no knowledge of. I assumed my mother was an orphan, leading me to believe she had no other relatives. But I should have paid more attention of the grimaces between the two women. I didn't know what to make of the eerie silence that had befallen in our small living room from my astonishment. It was alarming, but by then, Jessie barged in the house and gave me a huge hug. And Jessie's distraction put the disturbance to an end. I thought I'd have the chance to ask my mother about it later.

But unfortunately, two days later my mother was killed. And when Aunt Maggie appeared at the door a day and a half later, she had said that Julie Morrow contacted her about the sudden tragedy. It should have sparked an inquisition within me, yet it didn't, because I was grieving.

Though there was another time after that, that should have been an eye-opening. It was a few days after the funeral when one of my mother's colleagues was visiting and mentions that Julie Morrow went missing, and shortly after she made that call to my aunt. And, a detective who was investigating her disappearance came to the house asking my aunt a series of questions, but didn't ask me anything, which I thought was strange since I knew of her. Aunt Maggie on the other hand, had only received the bad news from her and didn't even know what she looked like much less remember the sound of her voice.

After I recall this, I remember something else that is important; those three strange men who had knocked on my door and directed me and Jessie to sign a discourse clause. Almost immediately upon signing, they left quickly out the back door because the police had arrived to inform me of my mother's unfortunate accident.

"Sammie," I hear my name, returning to the present time.

I lift my head from Libby's bony shoulder and meet familiar blue speckled gray eyes. Confusedly, Uncle Theo is kneeling right in front of me. His expression is a bit scary.

"Uncle Theo, what are-" He cuts me off, slightly shaking his head.

"That doesn't matter." Uncle Theo states, steadfastly. "You and Libby need to come with me." He insists, in a stern voice.

"What? Why?" I ask, bewilderingly.

But instead of explaining himself, Uncle Theo pulls Libby off my lap and out of my arms without any interference from me. He cradles her to his chest and turns around and begins to promenade towards the door. Then, Sam squats down in front of me, cutting off my vision to the burly man's retreating backend with my best friend in his arms. Sam's warm, large hands cusps my cheeks and his expression worries me.

"Sammie, we're going to leave the room for you to get dressed. Do you need my mom to help you?"

"Uh, um, no, I believe I can manage. But I'm not moving until you tell me what's going on?"

Sam sighs. "You're going to see Dr. Cullen."

Sam's statement and his urgency that I go see Carlisle Cullen hinders me speechless. He left the room immediately without conveying the reason. When the initial shock wears off, I quickly dress in my usual apparel; a New York Giants hoodie with a black tank-top underneath and faded blue jeans ripped at the knees. I sit on the bed to put on my socks and hiking boots in a rush. I ran a brush through my hair and put it up in a ponytail. During the entire time, I feared the alpha wolf would barge back in the room and tell me that he has changed his mind, causing confliction between us. But gratefully, he never does.

After I refresh my human needs in the tiny lavatory across the small bedroom, I'm directed to follow Sebastian outside the cabin. It is Sam who leads us out to a familiar trail whilst Uncle Theo carries a somber Libby behind me and following him is Allison, Martha, Jared and Paul

I'm deeply concerned about Libby. And I don't know if she is particularly the reason for our haste departure. But the more I thought about it, that wouldn't have been reason enough. Because knowing Sam the way I do, the only reason I'd be visiting Carlisle would be if my life was in danger and that the vampire doctor has the only solution that no one else could offer.

But my thoughts dwindle and my steps falter as we pass the meadow that had been in my dreams as a child, not to mention the one I had as I laid dying on a cliff nine weeks ago. I went off the trail a few steps and place my hand on the mulberry tree that I had always stepped out from behind and enter the meadow. I tilt my head to the right and gaze into the knee-high Indian sweet-grass and observed the huge gray boulder.

I feel a tiny hand lay on my shoulder. "Sammie", its Martha Young, "we should keep moving."

I turn around to meet her wise olive-green eyes; in them conveys a message that I quickly decipher, she knew that I now know it was her calling and trying to prepare me. I nod in understanding. Then, I look over her shoulder and discover everyone has halted on the trail. Almost everyone looks curious at Martha and me. So I have no choice but to recapture this moment at a later time and analyze for what it was.

"Let's roll." I say, as I move past her and resume my place in the hike.

Once we reach the islands end, I notice the tide is high. I realize Martha Young's cabin is in the girth on the same island that I had seen with Jared five days ago, before James's brother interrupted our hike to the treaty line.

Two canoes rest on the short sand barge. It shouldn't have been a surprise really when Sam scoops me up into his arms and places me in one. The one he will be rowing to the mainland no doubt. I am grateful for that fact because the waters are choppy today and there's no one else I would trust to take me over these brutal waves.

Sam and I sit on the same seat. Uncle Theo sits in the middle with Libby still in his arms. She is awfully too quiet yet observant. Jared sits in the rear and is the other paddle rower. Sebastian and Paul are the second boat paddlers with Allison and Martha in the middle.

Often, Sam and I exchange gloomy glances but there are no words spoken. His warmth envelopes me as the unsettled current of the ocean sprays us with the chill of the water. Thankfully, the boat ride took less than the hike. Upon arrival of the mainland, I knew exactly where Sam had taken us to. Unfortunately for me though, it reminded me why I existed. And why I am in so much trouble from that alone.

I survey First Beach as Sam and Jared slips into the water and maneuvers the canoe towards the shore. I discover the beach is empty of people besides the different sizes of driftwood scattered about. I startle some when Sam and Jared lifts the canoe and carry it until there's no more water and sets it down on the sandy pebbles. I realize Sebastian and Paul have done the same and set theirs next to ours.

Sam holds his hand out for me to take as I stand. I put my small hand in his warm large one and step out of the boat. I watch as Jared helps Uncle Theo steady his balance as he steps out with Libby in his arms. Sam wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his chest. He tucks loose strands that has fallen from my ponytail, behind my ears.

"Sammie, please look at me." I look up at Sam, resting my chin on his bare chest. "This isn't easy for me to do, let you go near someone I see as my enemy." I frown, uneasy, because I still don't know the reason why and yet, afraid that Sam will ask me not to go. "But I do know now that Dr. Cullen won't hurt you." {What a relief, I thought.} "I just don't trust the others. And Uncle Theo promises me that it will only be him at Aunt Maggie's." Sam sighs. "Just know that I'll be close." He kisses my nose. {I knew what that meant. He'll be listening with his canine ears in the woods next to my aunt's house.} "It's time for you to go."

As I nod, Sam yields from the embrace and takes a few steps backwards, but before he's completely out of my reach, I grasp his hand. He halts. I gaze into his ardent coca eyes. That's when I realize the love that I feel for him has grown into a considerable amount, more than I've ever anticipated. Almost to a point that it might crush me. And truth be told, I really didn't know Sam, not at all really, yet I'm deeply in love with him.

"Sammie, Uncle Theo is waiting for you." Sam tells me, as he tilts his head towards the short trail that I knew lead to the sandy parking lot.

I look over my left shoulder and sure enough the burly man is already sitting behind the steering wheel in his Ford Grand-Hauler while Libby sits beside him with her head lying on his broad shoulder. They both seem to stare stoically in our direction. I look away and back up at Sam.

"Sam, what's going on? Please prepare me for what's to come." I plead.

Sam doesn't answer and looks over my head at something or someone. I try to pry my hand from his when he didn't acknowledge my inquisition, but he refused to let go. So instead of getting frustrated with him, I turn in the direction of his gaze. For a moment, I watch as Martha Young clings to Allison's arm as they hike down the beach towards the forest with Jared on one side and Paul on the other. I assume they are trekking to the Uley's house. I look back at Sam and meet his beautiful brown eyes.

"The memory chips; yours, Libby's and Jessie's needs removal from under skin - immediately. It's a simple procedure on your left wrist. At least that's what Uncle Theo says." My eyebrows arch at this startling revelation.

But, I'm too distracted by the sadness in Sam's eyes to ponder on what his statement truly meant. Sam takes my other hand and intertwines our fingers, and raises ours hands. He kisses the back of each hand and leans in to quickly peck my lips with his and then he straightens his posture.

"I love you, Sammie, but you must go now." He murmurs.

Then, Sam begins to slowly put distance between us. As I feel his gentle push on my hands, I feel his reluctance, his uncertainty, but sadly, he releases his fingers from mine. A moment later, he quickly turns away from me. As I watch him trek along the water's edge, I ponder about the memory microchips. The special transmitters' was surgically placed under our skin when Jessie, Libby and I were babies. Uncle Theo said that we are not to dispose or manipulate anyone of them because if we do, we'll lose most, if not all our memories.

"SAM!" I yell.

He halts but doesn't turn around. I briskly walk to catch up to him. When I get a foot from him, he still hasn't turned around, but I didn't care because I securely wrap my arms around his waist and interlock my fingers by his stomach. I squish the right side of my face on his bare back, etching the feel of him in my arms and praying that my mind doesn't forget.

"I might not remember you when it's removed." I choke out, as mist forms in my eyes. "But please remind me of how much I love you."

"I will serenade you with Chili and cornbread, absolutely made your way." Sam professes, without turning around. His words almost brought comfort. "You can count on it, baby." He proclaims, in a choke of a whisper.

Sighing in content, I had no doubts that he wouldn't follow through. I'm glad he hasn't turned and faced me, because then I'd refuse to leave La Push when only a several days ago, I had looked for a way out.

"Thank you." is all I can muster.

Then, I let go and back away a few steps before I turn around and run towards the Ford Grand-Hauler, swiping at the big fat tears that fall from my eyes, all the way to Uncle Theo's white truck.

I grasp the handle on the passenger's side to sit up front with Uncle Theo and Libby, but I pause when I see Sebastian sitting in the back, behind the driver's seat. Hastily, I wonder if he would explain something even though the timing sucked and I'd probably forget it all anyway. I decide quickly and step to the rear door. As I open it, Sebastian's leans over in the seat and he extends his hand out for me to take. I hesitate because that one time I touched Blackhawk's shoulder to see if he was an illusion, I almost got frostbite on my fingers. And he had layers of clothing on!

Sebastian appears to understand my reluctance. "Sammie, I don't have a sting ray. It's safe to take my hand." He explains, though his expression seems offended.

As I place my right foot on the metal step outside the door, I place my hand in Sebastian's. There's nothing but warmth and tenderness in his touch and I didn't have to put any effort in getting in. As I sit in the seat in utter astonishment, Sebastian carefully buckles my seat-belt.

"Thank you." I murmur, as I look straight ahead and gaze out the front windshield at our speeding progress on Quileute Rd.

The Ford Grand-Hauler is a luxurious, king-cab automobile. You cannot feel the movement, neither the engine purr nor the tires treading on the tarmac. This causes a wrenching reminder and a need for Sam's comfort. I relax my weight onto the door and rest my elbow on the handle and lean my head against the window. The greenery is like a fast-moving waterfall outside of the truck. I close my eyes and let myself drown in sorrow for a moment before I grill Sebastian on the questions that's been on my mind since I woke-up from that seven-week coma.

But then, I feel the truck's braking. My eyes flash open. I sit upright in my seat. Uncle Theo steers us on to highway one-o-one and in a few more miles we'll be at Aunt Maggie's. I glance at my friends in the front seat. Their postures hasn't shifted; Libby's head is still on Uncle Theo's and for the first time upon entering the vehicle, I realize no one has said a word.

I glance over at Sebastian. He has his left leg propped up on the hump at the edge of the entryway. His elbow rests on the door handle whilst he rubs his chin with his hand and he seems as if he's gazing out the front wind-shield. I didn't know him at all, but it's clear by his expression alone, that's he worried. I should leave my questions for some other time, yet I might not have another chance.

I clear my throat, and muster the courage. "Sebastian," he looks at me as if I have startled him, "When Blackhawk died - does the spells, like the one he had on me, die along with him?" I ask, apprehensively and I brace myself for his reply.

Confusion creeps onto his face and his forehead creases. "What spell?"

Speedily, I rush to explain, and by the time I finish, we pull into Aunt Maggie's drive-way. I look away from Sebastian's eerie expression, and silence, and into the blue-gray eyes that are staring back at me in the rear-view mirror. I see sadness and worrisome. Uncle Theo gently lifts Libby's head and pulls her into his chest as he turns in his seat. He looks directly in my eyes and then nods.

"I now understand your moodiness." He tells me and then, looks at Sebastian. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Interestingly, I suddenly turn my attention back to Sebastian. I notice quickly that his despair is gone.

"That my brother laced these microchips with a mood spell?"

"Is that possible?"

"Indeed it is." Sebastian says, and nods, considerably.

I interrupt. "You cannot remove them." I state.

Nervously, I glance at both men, waiting for an objection. After a moment passes, neither man disapproves. But I saw indifference in their eyes. I glare at Uncle Theo and scowl.

"You told us in the briefing that we'd lose some of our memories, if not all." I snap.

And still, there are no responses, not even an attempt to get out of the truck and avoid confrontation. But then Libby mutters. She hasn't made a sound since she screamed after learning about James's brother at Martha Young's cabin. It was unclear and I unbuckle my seat-belt. I move forward and climb over the seat. As I sit beside her, I lean on her back to hear what she had said, when I ask her to repeat it.

"Libbs, I didn't hear what you said. Can you repeat it for me please?" I wait on bated breath to hear her reply.

Libby sluggishly turns her head and her weary eyes causes me to slightly gasp. I became overwhelmed with concern for my friend.

"Jasper is here - to put us - to sleep." she chokes.

Shockingly, I stare at her, repeating her words in my mind. What gave her that idea? How does she even know that? But then I begin to feel relaxed and scoot away from her. I slouch in the front seat. I look over and up at Uncle Theo.

"You're not who I thought you were." I mumble.

As I slump further, I manage to reach out for the handle and pull the lever. I hear the click of the latch letting go its secure grip. I take my foot and kick the door. It swings open. I slide out of the front seat and land on my knees. After that, everything is a blur, until I fade into nothingness.

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A.N.: Thank you for all the condolences on the passing of my Step-Dad. And I'm truly grateful for every favorite and every follower and all the reviews. I'm trying my best to edit and upload each chapter as fast as I can. I apologize for the lengthy delays in between them and I'm doing my best to update often, but you see, my health isn't all that good and since the end of 2012, situations in my life is like being on a roller coaster. I do hope you all understand and bear with me. I will try to upload Chapter 34: Hallow by next Monday. Until then, Take care, Glitchy Readers.