"Stacie?" Aubrey's voice rang out through the empty night air, as she called her name for the third time.

She made her way back up the hill she had be thrown down, when she was ejected through the windshield of the car. Her clothes were dirty. Her hair was tangled and she was above and beyond angry. When she made it to the top of the hill, and stepped onto the black asphalt she was met with the sight of their totaled car, lying on its top about ten yards away.

"Wonderful." She groaned and looked around, peering through the darkness. "Stacie!" She yelled again.

"Bree?"

She stopped and looked to her left where the voice had come from. "Stace?" She asked walking toward it.

"Bree, I'm here," She heard the voice call and jogged across the road toward the trees on the other side.

She stopped and looked around in confusion. "Why can't I see you?" She called.

"Look up."

She stopped, and slowly lifted her gaze skyward. Her eyes grew and she stepped back slightly.

"That's not good."

Stacie looked down at her, her state of dress not much better than Aubrey's. However, the broken tree branch she was currently impaled on, 15 feet off the ground. Added to it.

"Wouldn't be the first time." She said. "I need help down, and hurry. Something is wrong with Beca, I can feel it."

Aubrey nodded and hurried over, easily climbing up the tree. Right before she reached her she stopped. "This is going right through your stomach, Stace-"

"I know, I need you to break the branch, and then pull it out. We can't waste any time, can't you feel it?" She asked and Aubrey could easily pick up on the stress in her voice.

She shook her head slightly, she hadn't tried to tap into anything, and she didn't know what Stacie was feeling. She did as she was told however, and snapped the branch. Luckily it wasn't too thick. Once it was broken, and she was separated from the tree, she jumped down and Aubrey followed her, her eyes widening at the sight of her girlfriend with a tree going through her stomach.

"Okay, I need you to yank it out."

"It doesn't hurt?"

Stacie nodded. "It hurts, but it's bearable. It needs to come out though, and quickly, come on." Aubrey nodded and gripped the end of the branch. Stacie braced herself against the base of the tree and Aubrey pulled, hard. The branch came out and she instantly dropped it. Stacie let out a gasp and doubled over.

Aubrey was by her side in a second, and helped her to straighten back up. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine, Bree." She said and turned, showing the ripped shirt, but the completely untouched skin of her stomach beneath it. "You and Chloe never had any accidents? You look like a human that just experienced this, not a vampire that knows it wouldn't kill me." She said.

Aubrey shook her head. "We had accidents, nothing like being impaled by a tree." She said and Stacie smiled softly.

"Well, I am okay, and you did great." She said and gently cupped her cheeks, kissing her softly.

"Now let's go, somethings happened."

XXXXXX

"Don't scream, I don't want to hurt you."

Beca watched helplessly as Jess stood up, from where he had laid beside her on the floor.

"Y-you can't hurt me." She said, "Nothing can hurt me, you-"

"Beca, I told you before. You need to be quiet. I have you now. I'll take care of you." He said and reached down, hooking his arms under her back and legs and lifted her off of the ground.

She winced as pain shot through her body. "Let go of me, put me down." She said as she began to struggle in his arms. She was a vampire, and he was just a human. She could easily over power him, she was so much stronger. But then why couldn't she? Why could she gather enough strength to escape his arms as he carried her toward the stairs? Why was there so much pain in her body?

Most importantly, where was Chloe?

"I'm going to take care of you now, I promise. Just like I'm supposed too, until its time." He told her.

He was talking funny. His eyes weren't focused, they didn't stay looking at any one thing, too long. Something was wrong with him, he wasn't himself, and Beca knew it.

"Put me down." She said and began to struggle again as he reached the stairs.

He shook his head. "I can't." He said and she felt an intense burning shoot through her body the harder she struggled. Her muscles felt sore and strained. Her bones ached. Was this the after effect of the alcohol?

"Jesse, put me down, or I will bite you." She warned. He stopped and looked down at her.

"I wouldn't do that." He said.

She glared at him as he walked up the stairs, ignoring her futile attempts of getting out of his grasp. They were half way up, when she lost her patience and turned sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

He yelled out in pain and so did she as he dropped her and they both tumbled down the stairs.

She landed with a hard thud and felt as though the blood that went into her mouth when she bit him, was boiling as it made its way down her throat.

Jesse, while he told her not to do it, was red in the face as he sat up and leaned over her as she clutched her throat.

"What the fuck!" She gasped. "What are you?"

He didn't answer her question. Instead, she watched as his face twisted in rage and he threw on leg over her hips, straddling her and glaring down at her. "I told you not too!" He yelled and she could see his pupils start to dilate. "You shouldn't have done that! I was trying to help you!"

Her eyes grew along with his uncontrollable rage. "Jesse get off of me!" She screamed and tried to sit up, but was knocked back down with a hard punch to her face.

She caught a small glimpse of his eyes, and how the pupil seemed to be almost quivering. Growing and shrinking rapidly. Before all she felt was his fist connecting with her face over and over as some sort of blind rage took him over completely.

She didn't know how many times he hit her, or how long it went on for. But she could remember when his weight was lifted off of her and she was being yanked up off of the floor and was outside before she could even open her eyes.

"Beca?"

She whimpered slightly and her eyes opened just a slit, to see Aubrey kneeling over her.

"Beca what happened? What's going on?" She asked as she bit into her wrist and held it over Becas mouth, letting the blood pour over her lips. She could see by the dried blood on Becas face and neck that Chloe had already tried this, and failed. But she hoped this time, it might work.

She felt it trickle down her throat and it soothed the earlier burn she had experienced from biting Jesse. After a few seconds, seeing it was working, she was accepting the blood, Aubrey pressed her wrist against her lips, and she finally latched on, reaching up to hold her in place she felt to blood entering her system, and the pain had begun to cease. She could feel the tenderness of her muscles and bones going away, and everything had started to become clearer.

It was then that Aubrey winced, and Beca felt her wrist tense up. She opened her eyes and could see the pained look on her face. As much as she wanted to continue, knowing she could easily drain her, she pulled back.

"Beca, where is Chloe?" She asked, her voice shaking.

Aubrey sat back as Beca released her, and sat up as well. "He isn't, Jesse isn't human, I don't think." She said. "Don't let Stacie bite him." She said and Aubrey took the look of fear on her face, and urgency in her voice, before bolting into the house.

Beca slowly stood up, feeling the strength already coming back to her. As well as the memories. It wasn't long before she was back inside the house, where she found Stacie had bound and gagged Jesse to a chair with tape and zip ties. Not sure where she even got zip ties, she shook the thought from her head and walked over.

It was all clear now. She had been lying on the floor, Chloe was next to her, when Jesse came in. Then, someone else had come in, but Beca didn't see them. She could still feel the dread that went through Chloe. The fear, the way her body seemed to completely shut down. Then, she felt the pain that Chloe had felt. Before it was gone. She was gone.

Stacie had just stood back from him when Beca walked up and delivered a punch to his face so hard, the chair knocked over backwards.

Aubrey and Stacie watched as she yanked him back up just as fast. "Where the fuck did he take her?" She demanded, her eyes blazing white.

Stacie and Aubrey exchanged nervous glances. "Beca, what's going on?" Aubrey asked again.

"He brought him here." Beca said turning towards them and they could see the white of her eyes, the way her brow furrowed. "I don't know who it was, but Jesse brought him here and he took Chloe." She said.

Aubrey and Stacie's eyes grew and Aubrey immediately focused every sense she had on Chloe. Stacie did the same.

"I can barely feel anything." Stacie said. Looking at Aubrey.

"Me either." The blonde said looking at Beca. "Can you?"

Beca nodded. "Just barely, she is scared, and hurt and whoever this is, that took her…He knows you, all of you."

Stacie and Aubrey looked at each other. "You don't think…" Stacie started and Beca looked between them.

"200 years, Stacie, there is no way it could be." Aubrey shook her head, a little harder than usual, as if she was trying to convince herself that what she said was true.

Stacie looked at Jesse, then Beca. "You didn't see him?" She asked.

Beca shook her head. "No, I couldn't see anything I just felt, what she felt. Then Jesse, he was in some sort of weird trance or something. He kept saying she was gone."

Aubrey's eyes flashed to Jesse and she was on him in a second. Beca turned around as he was slammed onto his back, still tied to the chair.

"Where is she?" She demanded, her hand on his throat holding him tightly.

He didn't speak.

"She lifted him by the neck and slammed him down again. "I said where she is?!" She yelled.

He looked at her, his eyes empty. "He took her back."

XXXXXX

She was weak. Tired. Hungry. Her head throbbed, and her throat burned. She was moving, however she was lying on her side. Her wrists bound behind her back by something that was ridiculously tight. Whatever it was, it was connected to whatever was holding her ankles together, and there was tape over her mouth.

She was in a car, of some sort. In the back, on the floor. The seats had been removed and she was laying where they should be. Her eyes were open and locked on whoever was up in the front, driving the vehicle.

She shouldn't say whoever. She knew exactly who it was. Unsure of how it was possible, though it was undeniably true. He was there, alive. And somehow he had managed to take her again.

Did he have Aubrey and Stacie? Beca? Were they safe, or did he have them too? She knew she was alone back there, and she also knew that being taken, meant Beca was left alone, in her vulnerable state, with Jesse wasn't human. Now she knew that whatever was wrong with him, it was because of the man driving the car. The man that took her, again. The man that wasn't really a man, but a monster.

She began to struggle, her fear taking over. The knowledge that she was once again, tied up and helpless at his mercy, was too much even for the 200 year old vampire. Even more so, not knowing if Aubrey and Stacie were okay. If Beca was okay. If they found her, or if he had them somewhere. She didn't know what time it was. What day it was. She could feel her body burning. Her throat burning.

She had no blood in her. Which didn't make any sense. She had plenty when he took her. Didn't she?

She was broken from her thoughts by the car stopping. She looked up, her eyes wide and full of trepidation.

He put the car in park and turned around. His eyes landing on her. "Good morning." He smiled, and bared the teeth that she had seen back at the house. Why were they all so sharp? What had he done to make them that way? What did use them for?

He got out of the car and she could hear the crunch of gravel as he circled it. Her heart beating faster and faster as he neared the door. Then, it was yanked open, and she was being pulled from the back. She tried to struggle, but it was useless and he had little patience for it. She found herself face to face with him as his hand came down across her cheek.

"Stop struggling, you won't get away from me again." He growled before lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder. She could see the car they were in as she was carried away. A dark grey windowless van. Typical.

Not long after she found herself being dropped onto a hard cement floor and she winced as the impact radiated pain through her body.

"Get some sleep. You're going to need it." He said as he leaned down over her, running his hand over her hair and she wished she had the strength to break out of her bonds, and rip his throat out. He stood up and walked toward the door. She didn't know where she was, but she knew she was about to be trapped in darkness.

"Oh, and by the way." He said stopping in the doorway. "Welcome home."