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Chapter 11 BPOV

I was in the most uncomfortable position on the planet. I was groggy and my left arm and leg were numb. Perhaps it was because I was lying on my left side. I couldn't tell. I became aware that the ground beneath me was cold and hard. Not to mention it smelled weird here. Wherever that was.

I pried open my eyes and saw grey. Noticing that my nose was pressed against hard, solid, cold rock. Raising my head I glanced at my surroundings.

The room was all grey. It was dimly lit, the candle casting a wavering light across the shadowy room. I could only presume that I was in a basement. I was lying on a very thin mattress and there was a bottle of water on the floor. Then I noticed that only three of the walls were concrete the fourth seemed to be made of metal poles set a small width apart. I wasn't in a room.

I was in a prison cell.

The question, of course, was why was I here?

I peered through the bars and saw another flickering flame. Squinting I saw a figure looking at me from another cell identical to mine.

"Bella? Is that you?" the voice was familiar but I couldn't figure out who it belonged to. And then it hit me.

"Parker?"

"Yeah. It's me."

I glanced around the room again "Where are we?"

"Somewhere loosely related to the Soulless assholes, I guess." He shrugged.

"Well, what do they want with us?"

"You think I know" he said his voice dripping with sarcasm. Black hair flopped over his eyes and I realised that Parkers hair had changed. It seemed more thoroughly black than before like it had been dyed again. Better at that. Instead of brown roots poking through what had appeared as cheap black hair dye. He obviously couldn't have dyed it today. Last time I'd seen him it had looked cheap and in need of seeing to. And now it wasn't stuck on top of his head. It hung limp over his face but it didn't look deflated. Which doesn't make sense I know.

"Sorry. Parker?"

"Hmmm…" was his amazing response. Note the sarcasm.

"Your hair. It looks different." I was peering through at him again the darkness when I got his reply.

"Yeah I know" he ran a hand through said hair and continued seeing my confused look "I can change my appearance at will Bella. Not my eyes and skin. Obviously."

"Why?" he looked at me as though I'd just spoken in an alien language from some distant galaxy "I mean, why do you think you can do that? Is it something to do with your past life. Like Alice got visions of the future before she was changed"

"When I was a kid Bella I always changed how I looked. I dared to be different as many mothers are busy telling their children nowadays. I always wore the exact opposite of what everyone else wore. Eventually I started to get teased for being the way I was. For wanting to be different. So I stopped being daring and I started following the crowd and that's why I think I have my, I suppose you can call it a shapeshifting ability because it forces me to do what I did before everything went wrong. Maybe its supposed to keep me remembering the times I enjoyed it or perhaps god just has it out for me and wants me to remember the bad stuff. I'll never know."

"Wow. Can I just say that that is one awesome ability you have."

"Why thank you." He smiled.

I sighed again "Looks like we'll be here for a while. Tell me about yourself. You probably know all about me and it's only fair for you to return the favour." And with that statement came the puppy dog eyes.

"Alright but where to start? Well you know I was picked on but nonetheless I wound up married to a really nice, beautiful woman. Her name was Clarissa and we were really happy together. We were married for a couple of years when I came home from work one day and I a couple of guys came out of nowhere when I cut through the alley heading to our home. They stole my money and beat me. Hard can I add? Then I was left to die. I vaguely remember a being bitten by someone. I can only presume that those to guys were vampires because I am so sure that they're the ones who bit me. Anyway I remember the change very vividly. Someone picked me up and carried me to the outskirts of town.

"There was where I met a small clan of vampires who took me in. the parents were very nice to me but the others, the ones that acted like the children, they were downright awful. One of them was very cruel to me. Much worse than the bullies at school. I think his name was Peter if I remember rightly. Anyway he was the one who had it out for me.

"After a few years of living with Peter, his siblings and constant cruelty I snapped. I went into the town not far from where we lived and killed to humans. Isn't it just lucky when two people who have bullied you in the past live in a town very nearby?

I killed two men that. I don't know what happened. I drained their blood and then I ran for the hills.

"A few months down the line and I had wound up wondering all over the place when Luna found me. She took me to headquarters and looked after me. We were best friends and eventually that merged into something more and then I messed up and had it off with some random Spanish vamp. And to tell the truth I want her back a l-"

He broke off when a scrape of wood against concrete alerted us to a door opening somewhere in the vicinity.

I turned and a familiar pair of eyes met mine.

I gasped.

Jacob Black was at the other side of the bars.

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