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I'm sorry. This one's a little longer. D

Anyway, here it starts to get a little different than the book.

Chapter 3

Aches tingle my calves, my thighs even. Hiking around in this forest for half an hour isn't that much fun. My determination bleeds out of me in the first twenty minutes. Funny word, bleed. The smallest thing. A paper cut, a scrape. But among vampires it's a big deal. A single paper cut…I shudder, remembering my last birthday, rubbing my thumb against my scar. A memory pops into my head. Edward, he couldn't stay with me when Carlisle was stitching me up. But he wanted to. Another memory slides into my mind, before the whole werewolf business, when things were a lot simpler between me and Jake. I'd fallen off the motorcycle, and I'd said sorry. Jake wanted to know why I was apologizing. I guess he knows why now.

Looking around desperately again, I realize we're lost.

"Seth, where are we?" I sound like a helpless child.

"I dunno…," he's not here, in mind anyway.

"Seth, you're a werewolf. Don't you know where we are?" I ask, trying to get him out of his trance.

His face pulls back, and looks around us.

"Oh…where are we?"

"Yeah, that's the question isn't it," I reply sarcastically.

He hasn't been much help.

"What are you thinking about anyway?" I ask, nosy.

"Sam," he says.

"He'll be fine," I say, calmly.

"Yeah, but that's not really it…"his ears perk up, "We're really close now. They're through these bushes. C'mon."

He pushes some leaves away, and some branches. They're really no problem for him, even though he's only fourteen. I take a deep breath and step through, hoping that what we see isn't a bad sight.

For a moment, I think we stepped into Hell. Dark red, sticky liquid coating the ground. Heat, amazing heat encases my body, almost suffocating me. Dark purple fumes are willowing in the air, trapping us. Then I realize bodies are in the fire. White marble chunks. Vampires. But which side?

A huge face creeps up to me, though definitely not human, more like an overgrown dog. Embry. His eyes are sad.

"Embry, what happened? Where's Sam?" Where's everyone?

He looks straight at me, sad eyes never rounding. Usually the inability to talk helps me, but lately it's been a really annoying factor in this werewolf business.

"Come on," I say, exasperated.

He strides over to the bushes, and quickly emerges; only wearing pants.

"Hey," he says softly.

Long pause.
"We won," he says sheepishly.

A weight flies off of me. But where is everybody?

"That's great," I force a smile.

"Sam's doing ok, he's healing right now. Carlisle's helping him. That bloodsucker might not be half bad," he says, still not hint of happiness.

Thank God, the Cullens are ok.

"Where are they?"

His eyes flash away, responds slowly, "At Jake's."

"Let's go then. What have you been waiting for?" I need to see that everyone's good.

He still hasn't looked at me. He just leads the way to La Push.

This hike doesn't take too long, and I don't really pay attention to our surroundings. I just want to see everybody. Embry's a little faster than Seth, but just as preoccupied. What's up with the wolves? We get there in about ten minutes, but when we do, he hesitates. He still hasn't looked at me. What's going on? Air fills his lungs and makes him look even bigger as he takes a deep breath, and swings open the door.

Huge, warm arms envelope me and I can't breathe.

"Jake, can't breathe," I manage.

The arms loosen their grip.

"Are you ok?" he does look me in the eye.

"Sure Jake, question is, are you?"

He sighs, "Course I'm ok Bells."

"How's Sam?"

"Ok, but why aren't you freaking out?"

"Why would I be freaking out?" panic flutters in my chest.

"Don't you know what happened?" he glances over at Seth, Embry.

They're staring at the floor.

"No. Jake, what happened?" I know he'll tell me.

A lump grows in his throat, glances at the floor, looks at me.

"The blood…Edward's gone," he says slowly.

"Gone?" my heart skips a beat.

"Tanya's family took him," he says, in a hushed voice.

"Took him?" my voice squeaks.

"Well, he went half willingly, half not. Idiot," he mumbles.

"Willingly?" Stupid strawberry blonde vampire.