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I woke up to an unfamiliar room. It seemed like a living room of some sort. I was on a couch with a pillow and a blanket. There was another couch like mine, a recliner, and a TV. It was dark outside, meaning I slept through the day since I fell asleep around noon. I looked for a clock, there was one on the wall, and it said it was just after three in the morning. I got up frantically searching for Benji. I noticed the pain in my arm subsided considering it was now in a proper cast.

Benji was sitting by the front door with his eyes closed. His face was in a painful and unfocused expression.

"Benji!" I shrieked and made an attempt to go over to him. An indescribable emotion flashed across his face as cold, white arms stopped me. Whoever had me pulled me out of the room; I struggled fruitlessly.

"Jenna, he's fine, just casting an illusion." Bella told me soothingly. I still tried to get out of her grasp.

"He looked like he was in pain." I replied, panicked.

"It's not that easy to be doing what he's doing." She explained calmly, trying to quiet my thrashing.

"I need to help. I won't interfere; I just need to be near him." I said still trying to escape.

"That won't help. Benji will get distracted with you being there and then the dog will find us. If you want to help talk to Carlisle." I shrunk from her words.

My flaying stopped and muttered, "He hates me, doesn't he?"

"No! He… His whole passion in life is to help people. It hurt him to see that it was himself that was hurting you. He is devastated."

"But it's not like that at all…it was my fault!" I said with an astonished look on my face.

"Don't tell me, tell Carlisle." She let me go except for my hand and led me through the house. She left me at a large oak door. She gave me an encouraging look and left. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in," I heard Carlisle say. I opened the door and saw him look up; he was surprised. "Jenna, are you okay? Is your arm hurting?"

"No, I wanted to apologize for my behavior…about yesterday. I acted badly."

He was appalled, "That wasn't your fault! I saw you and you were scared and tired, I should have let Bella or Edward take care of it. Even after I heard your story I should have back off and I didn't. I pushed you to hard."

It was my turn to be shocked. "Oh please don't blame yourself, Carlisle! I was tired and I wasn't thinking. I acted on instinct. I would have never done it on a normal day when I have an adequate amount of sleep. I now you would never hurt me."

I looked in his eyes trying to plead; to show understanding. His expression changed. He smiled, "I understand."

I smiled warmly back. "Let's go see if Benjamin is done." He grasped my hand and led me back out. Benji was done. As he saw me he sprung up and rushed to me. He replaced Carlisle by my side. Carlisle asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He said kindly. I studied his face looking for the earlier pain. I didn't see any but something was different. He turned to me and said, "Let's go to my room."

I nodded in agreement and took one last look at the room. Carlisle was joining Bella, Edward and Jasper on the couches. They were talking quietly and I wondered where the others were.

His bedroom was very simple. There was a bookcase covering one wall and a window covering another. There was a small bed in the corner and a desk opposite with a computer. The walls, carpet and covers were in different shades of green.

I looked up to compliment it but I finally noticed the difference in his face. I gasped. "Benji! Are you thirsty already? When I fell asleep yesterday they were gold, they're closer to black now."

He just chuckled and led me to the bed. I curled in a ball; waiting for him to answer, "Not really. It's not usually this bad but the illusion took it out of me." He looked at my confused expression and continued, "Carlisle has a theory. We have to have blood since our own blood stopped. Those of us with unique abilities use the blood to help us. When we use more than we are used to then we get thirstier. Does that make sense?"

I nodded and he changed the subject, "Enough about me; I'll live. How are you doing, Jen?" I looked down and started playing with his hands.

"How should I be doing? I have a mad werewolf after me and my family and friends have now idea where I am." I stopped in attempt to calm my breathing, which was one the point of hyperventilation.

"That's not entirely true. Alice enjoys making you stories. She called your dad and a few of your friends, pretending to be you sick. I must say she makes a very convincing imitation of you being ill."

The momentary distraction caused me to look up. "She pretended to be me? What if they don't believe her and go to my house?"

"Don't worry. Alice is very good at this and told them you are staying at friend's house whose dad is a doctor; it's close to the truth as we can get. Nothing to worry about."

I snickered at the attempt to calm me. "Only a werewolf intent on destroying the love of my life and keep me his prisoner."

"There are more than enough of us to take care of him. Now sleep Jen, you have nothing to be anxious about." He said soothingly.

"I just woke up." I said.

"Yes, but I know you and when you're stressed out or scared you don't sleep well at all." He countered back.

"I don't think I can, Benji, I'm scared." I buried my head into his chest. He started rubbing my back comfortingly. Eventually my eyes slid closed but my fears stayed with me through the night.

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