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Chapter 3. Revenge

"Should we really be doing this?" a wary voice inquired. "I mean her dad's a cop you know. We wont get away with this. Besides, this is just going to provoke the Cullen's. They haven't broken the treaty-"

"-Yet!" A second voice protested. His voice seemed…familiar. But recognition was beyond my ability as my mind still fought the black oppression that had engulfed me. Memories fluttered through my mind like fickle butterflies, always just beyond my reach. A word drifted through my awareness; please. But what did it mean?

I could feel an unusual, uncomfortable pressure around my wrists. As consciousness finally dawned upon me I realized why. My hands were bound. I could feel an unnatural heat emanating from somewhere, or someone. Confusion and frustration at my inability to see struck me before I realized that I was blindfolded too. What I assumed to be the forest floor beneath me was damp and uncomfortable.

I felt my body go rigid as my memories flooded into my understanding. But every answer was the basis of another question. Where was I? Who was that figure in the forest? Why had they taken me? What would happen to me now? My weary lungs protested my panic. Why must I be so frail? Even for a human my misfortune was extraordinary! Through the panic, I felt a flare of anger. Anger directed at none other than myself. I was too weak. This should never have happened. Edward had asked me to be safe and I had betrayed him.

After appropriately chastising myself I fought to think logically, for my sake, and for Edwards. I concentrated on the events leading up to this disastrous predicament, reliving each scene in my mind. Comprehension dawned on me. That voice! "-Yet!" he had interrupted. Suddenly I could place it.

"What are you saying Jake? You can't be serious!"

"Are you kidding me? Please tell me this is some kind of jo-"

His disbelieving voice rang fatefully in my ears. So it was one of Jacobs pack then, a Quileutes that had kidnapped me? I tried to recall the stone arms that caught me. Had they been cold or warm? I couldn't remember. Clinging desperately to my self-assigned task of identifying my abductors, I focused all of my senses and energy on my surroundings. I had to hold onto this constructive thought process, or be consumed by the panic that threatened to detonate at any moment.

I could smell salt, further proving my werewolf theory. The pack lived in La Push after all.

I could hear…nothing, but the slight pattering of water as it escaped the pools it had collected in somewhere far above me. It was still Sunny. I had not been out for too long. I was almost relieved until I realised…and no one will come looking for me, Edward wont be back for 2 days. I gulped and felt myself begin to shake. Get a grip Bella! You can sort this out. I reprimanded myselfIt was true. It was better if I found a way out of this myself if this was in fact a gang of werewolves. Edwards's attempts to rescue me would only result in the warfare I had been trying so hard to avoid.

Taste didn't really apply in this incident and I couldn't see. So I moved on too… what was next? How many senses were there again? I was too flustered for this frustration. I ran through a mental list of what I had discovered so far, to comfort my doubtful mind.

I could smell salt. That gave me a destination. La Push

It wasn't raining. That narrowed down the time to a total of two days. Saturday or Sunday. It couldn't still be Friday night it wasn't cold. In fact it was rather warm I could feel myself perspiring…

That was it! The fifth sense! Touch! I could feel heat! That could only mean that I was lying accompanied by none other than the Quileutes tribe. It all added up.

I sighed in relief. It wasn't Victoria. I shuddered as I considered how infinitely worse that state of affairs would be.

So the wolves had brought me to a forest somewhere in La Push. Why? What did they want from me?

"Jacob?" I called. Though I could not infuse my voice with the proper hope. Jacob meant me no harm; he wouldn't do this to me. He said he loved me.

"Sorry Hon' no leech-lover-lovers here," I was too baffled to even begin to understand what that was about. I took it as a negative. Jacob was not here, wherever here was.

I heard a giggle somewhere behind me.

"Paul…Did that even make sense?"

"Shut up Embry you mangy mutt!"

Finally they had names.

"What I meant to say, in case you didn't catch on…" Paul snarled at me, his voice rang with pure hatred. "…Is that there's no one here stupid enough to care for or protect a vampire girl."

"I dunno… I'm not feeling to good about this Paul, I think-"

"Quiet!" He was portraying a typical wan-a-be leader stance. He flaunted his mythical authority, daring anyone brave enough to challenge it. However, Embrywas not as submissive as Paul had hoped.

"Her Dad-"

"Her Dad is human!" he retorted. "He knows nothing! He couldn't solve a crime if the answer slapped him in the face! Besides, you think he will believe her when she comes home, hysterical, rambling about werewolves and vampires?"

"Speaking of which, the Cullen's- "

"The Cullen's can rot in hell! And her, " He kicked me in the side, " She saw what no one else could. She learned the reality of myths and all the darkest creatures within them. But did she turn away? No! Even though she had ample opportunity to join us, the ones who protect humanity! She continues to trail along with the ones who hunt to kill. Who lust after her life as though it were an midnight snack…"

"Come on man, lets not loose our heads!"

While my mind desperately struggled to follow the heated argument, it struck me how fortunate I was, that neither boy had transformed during their heated debate. I trembled, silently praising Embry's efforts to save me. A ferocious snarl interrupted my thoughts, and I knew my luck had come to an end.

"She hurt Jacob! She hurt Jacob and she will pay!"

I cringed away from his screaming. So this is what he wanted me for. Revenge. The rage Paul had been containing had finally spewed forth. I heard his clothes tearing at the seams. But as his clothes tore to shreds and his canine transformation was complete I heard the snarl cease abruptly. In its place a high-pitched whining pealed sickeningly. I heard the sound of padded feet scampering hastily away.

"What the hell?" Embry exclaimed, confused. He leant down and untied my hands.

"I'm sorry Bella, this should never have happened."

I sat up and removed my blindfold fervently. Embry was crouched beside me, regret clear in his eyes as he studied me cautiously. I looked down self-consciously and began to rub at my wrists. I only hoped the rope burn would heal before I saw Edward again, not that I could keep any secrets from him.

"What just happened?" I asked tentatively.

"I'm not quite sure," he began honestly. "I can only assumed that…well once we're transformed into wolves we can kind of…"

"Hear each others thoughts?"

He laughed.

"Turns out your better informed than I thought you were." He sighed. "Well the only assumption I can make is that Jacob was out looking for us. Our disappearance was far from inconspicuous. Anyhow, Paul probably heard Jakes thoughts as Jake heard his. Although, I've never seen Paul back away from a fight before…I don't know it's all rather strange," he said, shrugging his shoulders and smiling at me.

We sat for a moment in silence.

"So what now?" I queried anxiously. He laughed.

"Well…I can either walk you home or…" he trailed off.

"Or?" I prompted

"I could take you to see Jacob. He'd want to know your safe."

At that I had to laugh. He cocked his head in confusion.

"But am I?"

"Are you what?"

"Safe…" His expression softened sympathetically. Words couldn't express how badly I wanted to see Jacob, but I feared for my life.

"If I go with you to Jacob…" I let my doubts hang silently in the air. A few brief moments passed in muted stillness.

"Sounds like that's something we don't have to worry about. Can you hear that?"

I strained to hear even the faintest of sounds, but heard nothing new. Nothing more than the constant patter of residual water.

"No?"

He laughed.

"He is coming for you," he explained and stood facing the forest behind me.

I stood to and spun to face my fate. Jacob, my loveable Jacob was coming for me. As moments passed I heard the faint sound of twigs snapping as he sped towards me. As I waited impatiently I began to wonder what it would be like to finally feel his warmth again…