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This had to be the most humiliating, degrading moment of her existence.

Jane had turned, found herself facing a short vampire with ashy blonde hair, and then the next minute something was wrenched over her head down to her elbows and they were moving, vampire speed. Jane hadn't been so degraded in-

Well, ever.

She kicked and wriggled, grabbing at the sack that had been wrenched over her and cursing in fourteen different tongues. Without being able to see who she was aiming at she couldn't make them pay, and she suspected they were going too fast not to draw attention if they came to a sudden stop.

At last they did stop however, and she was sent flying. She yanked at the sack in midair, tearing it apart and off before she slammed into something hard with a sharp, ringing sound. A lump of metal clattered to the ground beside her.

Jane snarled, springing to her feet.

It was a scrapyard, she recognised, filled with the rusting hulks of long forgotten vehicles.

"Look what we've found Stefan," said the dark haired one. "A little witch a long way from home."

The Romanians.

And not just the two she had seen during the meeting with the Cullens and their mutt. There were three more with them now, two men and a woman, all in black.

Jane clenched one hand into a fist and focused on the speaker. He screamed, arching his back, stumbling forwards. Burn, she pushed, burn, burn, burnburnburn, and she set him alight, every inch, ever millimetre of him-

A body came flying at her, missing her head by mere centimetres as she ducked. The blonde hit the ground with a boom like thunder. Jane set him alight, burnburnburnburn, burn for humiliating her-

And then a new attack was coming from a tall man who might have looked a little like Felix if she squinted, but was clearly a Newborn, his eyes gleaming crimson. Jane sprang aside and switched her focus, listening to him scream.

The Romanian, the dark haired one, was laughing.

Jane snarled and sprang at him, only for the other unknown male – Egytian, by the look of him – to slam into her, sending them rolling across the ground in a jumble of arms and legs.

She was in trouble.

And not just because her reputation would be ruined if any of these vampires lived to tell the tale.