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I could feel my childhood claustophobia creeping up behind me as I was forced into a tiny room by the big perverted leech known as Felix. Edward was not with me and I could only assume he was being questioned by one of the other Volturi scum leaders. I myself was with the statue like one. Marcus I think he is called. The one who according to Edward lost his mate. The one who could read emotional ties between two people.

The leech had long wavy brown hair. His eyes were facing my direction but he wasn't looking at me. More like he was looking through me. He did not really see me. I did not let this bother me since he seemed to look through everything. He did not pay much attention to any event which took place around him. I supposed this had something to do with the loss of his mate.

Boo hoo what did any of this have to do with me? Is this some kind of sick bloodsucker torture? Lock me in a room with the emotionally dead parasite to engage in a staring contest? Did they want to see how long I could last before I ended up cracking and spilling secret shifter secrets? Where they trapping me so they could take out Edward and Alice without having to worry about me interrupting their kill session?

"What is your connection to Edward Cullen?" When the leech spoke his voice was empty.

Void of any and all emotion and feeling. Not even a hint of curiousity tinted his tone. You would think if he and these blood drinkers wanted to intimidate me into giving them whatever information they were searching for they could atleast take the time to try and act the part of scary 'we will rip your throat out if you don't answer correctly' parasites.

Placing my fingers to my chin in a thoughtful gesture I pressed my lips together. If they wanted to play hostage and interrogator then I'd sure as hell take my sweet time answering the questions thrown my way. "He's a blood sucker and I'm a shifter. I was made to kill his kind. End of connection."

Marcus the emotionally dead leech continued to look at me with his blank stare. Not even a flicker of amusement crossed his features. "If that is so why haven't you killed him yet."

I shrugged and moved a strand of hair from my face. "He's given me no reason to. He hasn't hurt anyone unlike your coven of un-do gooders. Evil is your specialty. If you should be worried about me killing anyone it should be you."

I could have sworn I saw a flicker of hope dance across the leeches eyes. Almost as if he were somehow praying for me to go through with my threat. He wanted to die I realized. He held hope the she wolf I was would loose her temper and end his suffering. If he hadn't been already dead and a killer on top of that I would feel sorry for him. There had been a time I wanted exactly the same thing he now craved.

When Sam had ripped my still beating heart out of my chest I had cried for death on deaf ears. Nobody granted my wishes to die. They all would rather stand by and watch my pain while eating popcorn. It had been a great form of entertainment for them. Why help me death with the heartbreak I felt when they could get pleasure from it?

Leah! My hands automatically covered my ears when Edward's scream of my name in my head caused my brain to shake inside of my skull violently. A pain ripped through my chest and down my arms. Long red welts appeared on my skin as I fell from my chair to the floor. My fingers clawed at the marks which grew redder and burned hotter.

I let loose a scream because I could no longer hold it back. What was happening to me? How come my skin felt like it was slowly being peeled strip by strip from my body. In my mind I could see Edward looking up at Caius the blonde one who hated wolves standing above him with a whip. When the peice of leather connected with my imprints skin a red welt and white hot pain would appear on my skin. I was getting the wounds ment for Edward Cullen.

The bloodsucker with brown curls next down beside me. His face still and expressionless mask. "Interesting. Do all imprint couples have this sort of reaction to eachother?"

I bit my bottom lip to keep from both answering while at the same time screaming. I would not give this blood sucker a damn thing! He would have to kill me first. Him and his merry band of evil. They would not get anything from Leah Clearwater and as soon as this pain passed I would give them a reality check as to what being a shifter really ment.

"Fuck you!" Lifting my head up I spit in his face.

The only reaction I got was for the leech to blink and wipe my spit from his eyes. "Listen Ms. Clearwater and listen well. You may as well answer my questions. If you don't then Caius will be sent in and what he is doing to your imprint will seem like nothing to the things he puts you through. Do what is easiest for you and just tell us what we want to know."

Pushing my palms flat against the floor I shakily lifted myself off the ground. A stinging sensation passed over my right cheekbone and I could only guess the blonde blood sucker had sucker punched the mind reader. my left hand flew to my cheek caressing the tender flesh. If this was an affect from the imprinting it was something I had not been warned about.

The statue like leech rested back on his heels. "When a shifter imprints does the bond grow after time?"

"Bite me." I snapped in reply.

"Are you the first to imprint on a vampire or is that common amoung your kind?" He ignored my comment to continue with his questioning. His red dull eyes still staring right through me.

I rolled my eyes and scowled threateningly. "Go eat Madonna and leave me the hell alone."

He continued on with a sigh of boredom. "Were you born this way?"

"I will not be a willing subject for your science experiments. As I said before fuck you." A pain akin to a kick in the ribs came over my chest and the air was forced out of my lungs. I once more fell to the ground.

Dead inside people drinker rose to feet and dusted off his robes. "As you wish." He told me before sweeping out of the room and locking the door shut behind him.

As soon as he vanished I collapsed back to the ground. I would need all the strength I could find if I was going to live through this torture. I searched for Edward in my mind and saw him laying on cold stone floor his hand reaching out to me. I wondered if he felt my pain? A shudder of fear ran down my spine. How bad could this Caius guy actually be?

TBC...

AN: I know this chapter was not that great but I thought it was ok. Let me know what you all thought! What did you think about the whole she feels Edward's pain and vice versa? Did I write Marcus ok?

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