A/N: Another fun fact: In this story, both types of vampires—Twilight and Vampire Diaries—retain their vampire traits. The Cullens still sparkle and the Salvatores still burn.

The Other

I glared down at the empty bowl in annoyance. Eventually, my hunger had surpassed my stubbornness and I had gulped down the cold soup in seconds. Unfortunately, now I had to use the bathroom really badly.

I didn't want to relieve myself in this room, knowing I would be forced to live with the smell that would eventually morph into a terrible stench. I had no idea how long I would be stuck down here and I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in, but I would be damned if I didn't hold it in for as long as possible.

As it was, I had managed to stand up—only slightly hunched over from the pull of the chain—and I had been doing what Renee used to call my 'pee dance' as I tried to hold it in. I was becoming desperate, almost to the point of tears.

I kept thinking about a book I had read when I was younger—Just Ella—and how after being locked in a dungeon by her so-called love, she was forced to defecate in a hole in the floor.

I didn't have a hole, though and I couldn't help but envy the girl in that respect.

I jumped when the door opened, having been too lost in my jittery wobbling to notice it being unlocked.

I wasn't surprised to see Luka, as I expected he would probably be the one to deal with me. Elijah didn't seem like the type of man to babysit and Jonas was less than cordial around me. Perhaps they thought I would identify better with Luka because he was roughly my age? I didn't know.

At this point, I would've been happy to see anyone.

He was staring at me strangely and actually seemed hesitant to come any closer.

"Are you—" Luka began, but I quickly cut him off.

"I really have to pee," I blurted out.

He chuckled a bit, but managed to hold it in after I sent him a glare.

"This isn't funny. I haven't gone in three days—at least, I'm assuming three days, since I really have no sense of time down here—and if I don't go soon, I'm going to explode," I babbled, far too gone to feel embarrassed.

Luka glanced around the room in surprise, as if just noticing the lack of a toilet in the room. I resisted the urge to scream as he looked uncertainly back at me.

"Is there a bathroom I can use or something? Unless you want me to go in here..." I asked, gesturing around the room.

Luka grimaced and I let myself hope.

"I don't know..." he replied slowly, shooting a quick look over his shoulder at the door behind him.

"Please," I begged, allowing the desperation to fill my voice.

He sighed in defeat and I resisted the urge to vocalize my triumph as he jogged back over to the door. Peeking his head out, he looked left and right before returning.

I held my wrist up, eager for him to remove the clasp. The metal had been digging into my skin, leaving angry red marks. Luka took the offered appendage, but didn't release me.

I glanced up from his hands to find him staring seriously back at me.

"I'm going to take you to the bathroom and then you're coming right back here. Don't bother trying anything because it won't work."

I nodded quickly, willing to agree to just about anything if it meant getting to use a bathroom.

"Remember that comment I made? About my dad packing a punch?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Well, so do I."

I gulped at the subtle threat and nodded once more, subdued this time at the reminder. Although the actual memory of the kidnapping was still hazy, I did remember the pain before I must've passed out.

I watched him remove the key from his coat pocket and unlock the shackle around my wrist. Before I could soothe the marks it had left, his hand quickly took its place. He grabbed my other hand and added it to his first. I wanted to roll my eyes at the precaution he was taking because I had to go so badly that escaping was the last thing on my mind.

I let him lead me out of the door, squinting at the sudden switch from that bright florescent light to the dim lighting that filled the hallway. Despite my preoccupation with my bladder, I did try to memorize my surroundings.

If I ever did manage to make it out, I would need to know the way and who knew when I would get another chance?

We climbed a set of stairs that led to another hallway, but with better lighting. I had thought my quarters were harsh, but the rest of the house wasn't really any warmer. This was obviously more of a place of storage than a house of residence. If it had ever been a home to a family, it must've been long ago.

The sight of the front door made adrenaline pump in my veins, my body readying itself to make the dash. Luka must've noticed my reaction because his grip tightened and I begrudgingly allowed myself to be led away from what was so far my only way of escape.

Another hallway—almost identical to the first—finally revealed the door to the bathroom. Luka reached in to turn on the light and I waited for him to release me. When he began to enter the bathroom, I panicked.

Was he going to watch me?

I couldn't restrain my sigh of relief as he finally released me, having only entered the bathroom to ensure there wasn't any way for me to escape.

"I'll be right outside, so don't take too long," he warned, before closing the door.

After he shut the door, I wasted no time in finally relieving myself. Now that the pain of a full bladder was gone, I found that I was able to focus .

My eyes darted around the bathroom, searching for some way out. There was only one window and it was far too tiny to fit through. Still, I stood atop the toilet, hoping the view outside could tell me something about my whereabouts.

I sighed at the forest I found, realizing it was unrealistic to expect that I would find some sort of sign marking the location. Regardless, I enjoyed the scene, feeling as if it had been forever since I had last seen anything outside that cold room.

Although I often couldn't tell the difference between some of the forests in Forks, I knew I hadn't seen this one before.

Luka had mentioned that I was unconscious for two days, but that didn't give me too much to go on.

Did the trip actually take two days, or was it much shorter? How long was I lying in that room before I woke up?

I couldn't know for sure, but I at least now knew that wherever I was, it couldn't be more than two days away from Forks.

I assumed we had travelled by car, since they weren't—if their clothes were anything to go on—wealthy enough to afford their own private airplane.

Elijah did seem to have the resources to fund such a trip, but I decided to disregard that because of the way he had spoke of me when we met. It was clear that he hadn't seen me before that moment.

A knock on the door shook me from my thoughts and I once again surveyed the room.

There was a distinct lack of personal touches, leaving little to work with. Realizing that Luka might barge in at any moment, I flushed the toilet and turned on the sink's faucet.

While washing my hands, I finally found something. It would be a long shot and it wasn't the best plan, but it was all I had.

Hiding the air freshener behind my back, I opened the door and offered Luka a grateful smile. I was pleased when he returned it, for that meant he hadn't yet caught on to what I was about to do.

I followed Luka into the hallway and as he turned to take my hands again, I quickly whipped out the air freshener and sprayed it into his eyes.

He doubled over in pain, losing his grip on my arm. I ran back down the way we came, almost crying in relief when I found the door again. I ripped it open, resisting the urge to revel in the feeling of fresh air on my skin.

I didn't know how long Luka would take to recover or whether Jonas and Elijah were close-by, so time was of the essence. As I darted across the gravel driveway to the bordering trees, I prayed that I wouldn't lose my footing.

The adrenaline pumping through my veins drowned out all other sound, making it impossible to sense if anyone was following me. The light was fading fast and somehow I knew that if I didn't make it out of this forest before dark, they would find me.

After what seemed like ages, I finally found a road. Although I was worried my captors would use it to try and find me, it was my only chance of finding help.

I continued to run along the edge, waiting for a car to drive by. Just as I was about to give up in favor of the forest—I was beginning to feel really exposed—a pair of headlights came into view.

Without regard to the possible danger, I darted into the middle of the road, trying to force the driver to stop. The car quickly started to break, swerving to park on the shoulder in order to avoid me. I sighed in relief when a woman in about her thirties stepped out.

She seemed ready to reprimand me, but I quickly cut in before she could begin her tirade.

"Please help me! I've been kidnapped!" I cried to the unsuspecting woman.

Her eyes widened, "Are you—"

"Please! They're coming!" I cut her off, desperate to get away.

That seemed to spur her into action because her expression became determined and she started to jog back to her car.

"Come on!" she called back and I wasted no time in following her.

I could feel the relief and hope blossom in my chest as I slid into the passenger side. I had made it.

The woman's scream filled the car as her door was yanked open and a pale hand yanked her out of her seat. My scream joined hers when I recognized the owner to be Elijah and I practically fell out of the car in my rush to get away from him.

I watched in horror as he held her against the side of the car, her squirming protests ineffective.

"Don't hurt her!" I pleaded, knowing that if anything happened to her, it would be my fault.

Elijah didn't acknowledge me and for one horrifying moment, I thought he was going to snap her neck. Instead, he leaned closer to her, leveling his gaze with hers.

"You will not remember this. Get back in your car and drive home. Don't take this road again," he said in an authoritative voice.

The woman went limp in his grasp and repeated his words in a dazed tone. I stared in quiet shock as he released her and she reentered her car, seeming as if to be in a trance.

She drove away without so much as a backwards glance, taking my only opportunity for escape with her.

Elijah waited until she was gone to direct his gaze at me. I had expected to see fury there, but instead, I found an eerie sort of calm. Almost as if this had been nothing, not even a minor glitch in his plans. Standing here now, I couldn't help but think he might be right.

Regardless of the hopelessness of the situation, I did try to run and I almost fell back on my ass when he suddenly appeared before me.

There was only one word running through my head as I stared at him with wide eyes.

Vampire. Vampire. Vampire.

Elijah stepped closer, but at this point, I was too petrified to move. I waited for him to sink his teeth into my neck or begin the type of torture I had endured from James, but he only looked into my eyes.

His gaze was so deep and dark, that I worried if I stared back long enough, I would fall in. I couldn't look away.

"You will accompany me back to the house without any protests. You will enter your room and never attempt to leave again."

He used the same demanding voice he had used on the woman and although I had no idea what was going on, I knew this had something to do with his vampire abilities, so I decided to play along.

"I will accompany you back to the house without any protests. I will enter my room and never attempt to leave again," I replied in the most calm and vacant voice I could muster.

I worried he would see right through the lie and was therefore surprised when he offered me the crook of his arm.

"My Lady," he prompted with a small smile.

I slowly took his arm, hoping he didn't notice my hesitation or the terrified thrumming of my heart.

...

So what'd you think?
Suspenseful?
Did I have you on the edge of your seat?
Were you...yawning...during it?
Inquiring minds want to know.