Hey all! Not a sequal but something different. Let me know if it's worth finishing and what you think. And since it's AU i have deemed you can become a wolf by being bitten and so it is true! Oooh aand i don't own twilight or these characters, i just like to make them star in my little worlds! lol enjoy and thank you for reading!

"You have to eat sometime." The hateful voice cooed into my cage as it threw in a dead rabbit. I could smell the poison in it, the sedative he was trying to get me to eat. I wasn't going to die of starvation, he'd already prove that to me last year after I'd taken off his hand. I growled, a low menacing sound burbled from my chest making my captor take a few steps back. I couldn't get out, but he wouldn't come in.

"You're only making things worse. Just eat the damned thing."

I growled again in response. The rabbit lay untouched. I paced the length of my cage, waiting for him to give up and leave as he always did, leaving the rabbit till it began to decay only to replace it with another just like it. I may be a wolf, but I wasn't a moron.

"I've all the time in the world." With that he left, headed up stairs into the light I hadn't seen in two years, or more I couldn't really tell. I had only been here for a few weeks now. I knew why I was here, he was enlisting reinforcements. He wanted to run tests on me but couldn't get close enough on his own. We had played that game, him coming in here, me attacking often taking limbs. Though I learned that being a vampire that was only a temporary inconvenience. A few fingers were permanently missing, but he always seemed to retrieve his lost limbs before fleeing my cage.

The cage I now paced, which was more spacious than the last, was deep underground, I could hear water rushing somewhere echoing off the stone walls. Though I could never reach it. It was damp and cool down here, very little light though I didn't need it to see it was still comforting and I wished I had it.

How was it came to be down here in this dank cage? It seemed a lifetime ago that I was running through fields, the sun dancing on my skin and the wind tousling my hair. That was what I had been before. A farmers daughter, I did my chores, tended the garden and helped with the dinner. I was to be married to Jacob Black, the son of the wealthiest plantation owner in our small town. He was a good man and I had no objections to marrying him. He was handsome, a gentle man and made me feel like I was the most important thing in his life. He couldn't wait to wed me, start a family and grow old together. And these were the things I wanted as well, the safety of a good husband and prosperous farm. Children to watch over and a home to tend to. Yes these were my dreams. Now I had two dreams. Freedom and the death of my captor; James. He ripped away my girlish dreams, as he and another man bit me. I now knew he was a vampire and his accomplice a werewolf. Together they created what I am now, a Halfling of sorts. Neither vampire, werewolf or human. A first apparently. He had bitten a dozen other women in the same fashion as me and I was the only to survive. Comforting.

Now he kept me here, I was stronger, faster and more dangerous than he ever imagined. It took eight of them to transport me here; I killed four of them. I had no idea what fate awaited me here. I couldn't change into the women I once was, my instincts telling me to always be vigilant. My nerves on edge; panic surging through my system never allowing me to calm down enough. I knew if I could just calm down I could change, but being in this cage certainly didn't help my cause. So I paced, waiting for his return. Waiting for my fate.

The days were passing unnoticed. I couldn't tell one from the next in this new cage, I had no sight into the outside world. The stone floor beneath me warm now from laying in this spot so long, trying to conserve energy. I had no idea how long it'd been since I'd eaten but I was past starving. My stomach twisted in hunger pangs ever so often as I did my best to ignore them. I will not eat the laced rabbit. It had become my mantra. Suddenly soft footsteps broke me from my thoughts. I lay still, listening. It wasn't him. It was someone else. I could smell them now. It was intoxicating and I assumed the hunger was getting to me. Then it registered, breathing but no heartbeat; vampire. So now it was time, but only one to subdue me? I held back the scoffing laugh building in my throat.

"My God…" he said in a low gasp as he neared my cage. Still I held still. Surprise was the most entertaining. Letting them think perhaps I had eaten the rabbit this time. They'd fallen for it more than once. I heard him stride quickly to my cage.

"Hey! Are you ok?" He asked gently, standing dangerously close the bars. What game was he playing? I couldn't figure it out so I waited, laying still my breathing shallow, my heart rate slow.

I heard the door rattle as he pulled on it, this was my chance. I sprang up teeth bared ready to grab his arm and tear it off. My jaws clamped around fabric as he swiftly jumped back leaving his sleeve behind.

"Whoa…" was all he said as he stared at me wide eyed. Had James not explained to him not to get to close, what it was he was down here to retrieve? I suppose not.

"There now, I didn't mean to startle you. It's alright. I'm glad you aren't dead, and you must be alright if you can try to take my arm off." He said in a soft velvet tone, looking me over analyzing me. I dropped the piece of fabric and lay back down on my warm spot on the cobble stones. If he hadn't been warned before, he knew now. Though I didn't understand his angle I wouldn't fall for it. I was a werewolf not a retard.

"You're too thin, when was the last time you ate." There it was, the angle, to eat the rabbit; he was going to try and get me to sedate myself for him so he could just drag me out of this cage. This time I held back no cynical laughter as I stared up at him. His face seemed puzzled, pained almost. My stomached twisted, and it wasn't from hunger. I shook my head, why would I care? He was here to cart me off to be tested, beaten and experimented on.

"I'll be right back, something to eat for you." Again I scoffed, not moving from my warmed cobblestone spot. Go ahead, bring me a rabbit pumped full of drugs, you're wasting your time.

It didn't take long for him to return, three live rabbits in town. My mouth watered and my stomach twisted. I could smell their warm blood pumping through their tiny hearts. They'd never brought live ones before and I was finding them so much harder to resist.

"I told you I would return. Here, it was the best I could find quickly." He tossed the live rabbit through the bars. My mouth watered, venom pooling in the back of my throat. I wanted that rabbit, I wanted to drink it dry and devour its meat. But I couldn't, not if I wanted to stay alive. I watched as the rabbit darted away from me, the urge to chase it pounding through my brain. I watched as it hopped passed the dead one with more urgency, heading through the gap between the bars. Yes I wanted that rabbit, almost as much as my freedom, almost. So I watched it hop away as the man watched in disbelief. That's right, I'm not as dumb as you thought I was, I thought smugly.

"Won't you eat? Just one rabbit?"

I scoffed again. I rose from my spot and sauntered to the sedative filled rabbit. I picked it up between my teeth and flung it to him. You eat it then, I thought.

With grace he caught the dead rabbit, it dangled limply in his hand. Suddenly he sniffed the rabbit, "Calomel? Why on earth would they be feeing you calomel! Everyone knows it just kills…" he didn't finish his sentence. He didn't need to, that was exactly the reason they were trying to feed me calomel. I watched curiously, fury seemed to flash across his eyes, causing them to flash a pitch black color before clearing again.

"Well no wonder you won't eat. Look, no drugs." He reached down and grabbed one of the live rabbits and bit down, making an exaggerating gulping sound as he swallowed its blood. My stomach betrayed me letting out a loud growl in want. My mouth pooled again with venom, I wanted it. But could I trust him? I wanted to, I wanted to so badly at that moment, but I wouldn't be fooled. Never again.

"Safe, untampered with. Well until just now, please eat this. I can't stand to see you starved." He sighed as I looked at him incredulously.

"Don't give me that look. Look I don't know why, but I can't stand seeing you like this. Just please trust me and take the rabbit." I didn't budge.

"Trust for trust?" he pleaded. "I'll trust you not to tear me to shreds if you trust me not to poison you? I have no idea how you got down here, or why; but even prisoners should be fed. Though I'm beginning to think you're not exactly a normal prisoner."

I watched him as he slowly walked toward the bars again. The bitten rabbit squirming in his hand as the venom seeped through its veins, slowly killing it. Gracefully he sat down, his shoulder between the bars of the cage as he held the rabbit out to me. I lay there, staring at him baffled. I could rip his arm off, pull him into this cage piece by piece and yet there he sat offering me this rabbit. I wasn't sure which one of us was crazier, me as I inched for the rabbit or him for sitting there while I did.

He sat still as a statue, his eyes studying me as I sniffed at the rabbit in his hand. I couldn't smell anything, but that didn't mean there wasn't anything there.

"It's alright." His voice was soft as velvet and I involuntarily relaxed slightly at the sound of it. Perhaps this would be my undoing. Though I was beginning to care less and less as the rabbits panic increased, its death near.

"Please." He begged, and I found it hard to deny him as I inched closer. Perhaps this was his power, to bend the will of others to his own. I had heard of others with powers, that was of course why I was here. So they could use them against me, test my abilities. Yes that must be it. I wouldn't be tricked! With growl I turned away, my stomach telling me to go back.

I heard him sigh as I began to pace back and forth against the back of my cage. I watched him as he sat unmoving. Watching me, pleading with his eyes for me to take this rabbit. I will not be tricked. It had become my new mantra as I watched this stranger. Time ticking away as he sat motionless watching me as I paced.

"Ok more trust is required for the rabbit I suppose. But I've still got my arm so that's a start."

I laughed at his thoughts. Though I wasn't sure why he still had his arm, why I hadn't ripped it off. Perhaps I had finally slipped off the edge, because I wanted his company, and if I ripped off his arm I had a feeling he would leave. Yes, off the edge for certain.

"How about I tell you about myself. Then maybe you'll eat." So he progressed to tell me about himself. His name was Edward Anthony Masen, and he had been twenty three for about hundred years now. The place I was locked beneath was called Volterra, in which the Volturi dwelled. To which he was a part of, though he didn't seem too thrilled about that. Music was his biggest passion, which he spent the most of his time talking about. I only half listened, storing the information unconsciously as I let the sound of his voice fill the room. It was soothing, and though I still couldn't trust his motives I fell into the sound of it. A little indulgence couldn't hurt right?

I don't know how long I laid there as he carried on our one sided conversation, my only responses few and nonverbal. It seemed as if I had always known the sound of his voice. Though I'd never met the stranger vampire who tempted me. All too soon he stood slowly from his position, stretching his stiff limbs. An involuntary whine left my throat as I thought of his leaving, and I hoped he hadn't heard it.

He chuckled softly, he had heard and I cursed myself for my weakness. "I'll return, perhaps then you'll eat?"

I scoffed at him.

"I thought not. I'm going to try anyway as long as you don't tear my arm off." With that he turned and headed up the long stairwell, into the world above.

All I could think was Why? Why did he sit there and speak to me? Why did he offer me food? Why did he prattle on for so long about nothing of consequence? Why did I want him to return? Was I under some spell? Did he have a hold on me? Did I want to break it? These thoughts and more plagued my mind as I paced my cage.