All credit from Twilight Universe goes to Missus Meyer, Soul Wanders are mine, and the rest is all Tracy St. John's Book 3 of the Clans of Kalquor Series. Lets see where Lana/Naerdiel has gone to.

WARNING: I having written those yet, but I predict that the rating might go up in chapter 13 or 14, so it will be an M level story. I'll warn you, signaling the Lemons in the text, if I write any. Thanks!

Chapter 12

Isabella Swan walked through the forest, passing through the trees, humming to herself.

She often wondered, lately, about how lucky she was.

Still, I wish Lana was here.

Nevertheless, our dear Soul Wander now approaches Sam Uley's imprint house.

Emily's supposed to be home at this hour.

A young woman comes out of the house, into the porch. She notices Isabella and waves at her, coming out of the woods. As Arwen approaches, Emily's face is clearly visible, a scar partly marring her face, her eyes shining as she smiles at Isabella.

"Hey, wolf girl.", Isabella says.

"Back at you.", Emily smirks, and Isa laughs a bit.

They enter the house and Isabella sees him.

"Oh, … Paul!", both women share a look. "I didn't know you were here." Isa glares at Emily, like saying you could have told me!

"Hey Isabella. Or should I call you Arwen?" Emily quietly leaves the room, mumbling something about getting apples from the garden. Hey, she doesn't have an apple tree... be more obvious Em, will you!

"Isabella, please." she pauses, accessing him. "How have you been?"

"Like hell." Paul takes a deep breath. "Listen... we caught a bloodsucker two nights ago. Jacob's beside himself, he's been trying to find you."

"Oh? Well, I have been out since morning, so I'm not surprised."

"Yeah, I know you're" he swallows, "different, but you have to be more careful from now on."

"Don't worry so much, Paul." she pauses, "Any distinctive marks on the vampire?"

"Dark-skinned, had dreadlocks.", at Arwen's intake of breath and shudder, both turn to notice Jacob's arrived. She turns to him, slightly pale.

"What's wrong?" he frowns. "You look like you're going to be sick."

"I... it's nothing. I just... had a..."

"What?"

"We were talking about the vampire we caught. Did you know him?"

"Yes, his name was Laurent." Isa nods. "Yes, he was with two other vampires, James and Victoria." she fingers her hand scar and lifts it. "James gave me this; he no longer lives. So Laurent and Bella weren't exactly on speaking terms."

"Yeah," says Jacob. "That's not very comforting. The other bloodsucker might decide to pay you a call. People have been dying in the woods; just yesterday two people were chopped into pieces, and the whole place was smelling like vampire. It was a female leech, we were too late."

"What did she look like?"

"Redhead.", says Paul.

"It's Victoria then."

"No more trekking in the woods alone, Isa. You wanna go, you tell us." she smiles at Jacob.

"Don't you mean for us to be you?", she teases.

"Well... if the lady insists... what can I do but obey?", Jacob gentlemanly bows at her and takes her hand.

"Humm... I shall think about it." she curtsies. "But now, sir, please be so kind as to give me a moment only with your good pack-mate, Paul."

Jacob finally leaves me alone with his imprint. I could tell he didn't want to; how can he stand it? To stay away from her for almost two days?

Lana, I'm so sorry, so sorry I took so long to look for you... I wish you knew that.

I'm an idiot!

"Paul?" I look at Isabella and take a deep breath.

"Please. I...", I can't talk anymore, my eyes become watery. Isabella's face is not as clear as before.

"You miss Lana horribly, don't you?" I turn my back on her. "It's... I understand, I've seen it before. It's not just because you're a werewolf, but also because she is a Wander, and you are mates, two halves of one whole. She was in denial, and I guess so were you."

I turn to her again and sit on the couch, shivering. Two halves... God, I feel like I'm coming apart. I vaguely hear her talk about that day on the beach when Lana saw me in the distance and felt a pull. If I had gotten to know her then, I would have thought she was a normal person, maybe things would have been different, she'd come to care about me, she would have stayed, I'd do anything to have made her stay...

"Paul... this is a stupid question, but I have to know..."

"What do you want to know?" I answer, sullenly. "You don't know where she is. My Lana's gone. I was a git and she's not coming back, is she? You want to know how I feel? I feel empty. I feel like nothing matters anymore. I just go through everyday's routine because... the pack is all I've got. And I know, deep down... she's not coming back. I screwed up, I didn't even give her a chance. I... I don't deserve her. I just want everything to just end."

I don't give her a chance to retort, I just get up and leave.

Lana, I'm so sorry. Please...

Arwen, La Push.

I'm running, running as fast as I can, the tree branches hitting and marring my skin. No matter what, I can't use my powers against Victoria; she can't know I'm different.

I try to discreetly use the forest's conscience against her, slowing her down, the good trees and climbing plants subtly getting in her way, grabbing her by the ankles, thick fog surrounding her, echos from here and there, confusing her. I jump into the cliff and dark cold water envelops me. I'm so cold...

Jacob, where are you?

I stay underwater for a few minutes, swimming all along. I come up to breathe and I notice Victoria's gone.

When I finally reach the beach, I notice Sam Uley's there, patrolling in wolf form. I get out of the water, dragging myself. Sam phases into human form and I fall to my knees.

"Isa, what's wrong?", Sam kneels next to me, I'm out of breath.

Goddess, I hope Jacob doesn't show up after all, this is just a bit awkward. His Alpha is naked, right next to me.

I hear Paul arrive and mumble to his Alpha that if he was in Jacob's shoes and his imprint had ever seen him naked he'd rip off Sam's head; I mentally giggle and loose conscience.

Lana Brown and Company

Arina's POV

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that we are royally f**ked.

Royally, really.

I scan our surroundings; how on God's green Alderaan, world of the Soul Wanders in case you're wondering, have we come to this point?

Today, me, Elendiel, Naerdiel (also known among humans as Lana Brown) and Sakura Kinomoto (a mage) went down to a planet.

Actually... we kinda crashed and then there was the portal affair.

In case you're wondering, I'm a Soul Wander who just happened, in grave need, to find a dead witch victim to a particularly big magical snake and didn't look the gifted horse in the mouth.

You know, being a witch is not too bad. I've learned a lot. It gave me a very peculiar perspective on... a lot of things.

And the helpless maiden and amnesia part is easy to play – Goddess, I can't believe people actually still fall for that one, it's so cliche!

Anyway, the problem with being a witch wasn't remembering the torture that going through the magical educational system was.

Oh, no. It was remembering the things she did in her past life. The killings. The torture.

Did you know she tortured a couple straight to madness?

Guessed already who she was? Yes, life's a bitch. I'd know.

But I'm not going into the gory details right now. Those gory details anyway.

Well, as I was saying, we crashed.

Okay, maybe I had a part to play in that.

The shuttle malfunctioned.

Okay, okay... so it didn't malfunction. I screwed up, we crashed. Anyway, being Soul Wanders, getting back to the mother-ship wouldn't be a problem, so when we woke up from the accident we tried to go through a portal and got here instead of the ship. Logically, we, Naerdiel and me, started exploring. We had come to all alone, no sign of Sakura or Elendiel, curiously. So here I am, gripping my wand, discreetly, all the while, waiting for Naerdiel to come back. It's funny how I became so dependent on it, I like it. I can do different things with it, like delving into the minds of others. The offensive magic is also interesting and quicker to me than using my race's gifts.

You didn't think we were all perfect, did you? Lana and Elendiel are great with their gifts, far better than I could ever be.

In a way, awakening in the body of a witch was one of the best things that could ever have happened to me.

I fidget, and then twirl a errant long lock of dark honey hair in one of my fingers. I look around, again. Lana finally shows up.

"So?", I ask her. She looks a bit strange.

"Well. From what I can tell, the portal sent us right back to the solar system.", Lana speaks uncertainly.

"That's great! We can easily go back to Earth! Now we just need to find the others. But I tried to contact Elendiel through the mind link a bit ago..."

"You shouldn't have done that while I wasn't here, all alone, it could be dangerous, somebody could find you...", she looks like she's going to eat me!

"Hey! I did it, okay? And I was going to ask you to try too because it's not working!"

"I admit I tried as well. And I failed, just as you." aha, I look triumphant. So you did the same and all by yourself, all alone, it could be dangerous, bla bla!, I tease her through the mind link. Then, I stop it. Naerdiel looks too serious. Something's very wrong. Horribly wrong.

"Arina..."

"Wait... you said we are in the solar system. Did you imply that..." I gulp, "we are not alone?"

"Yes."

"As in, in another planet."

"As in, in one of Jupiter's moons."

I look around us. It doesn't look like it. There is oxygen, for crying out loud. But it's not exactly a tropical jungle – the understatement of the century –, it's too cold for my taste, and... none of Jupiter's moons, not even the Galilean ones, can hold human life in this manner. The atmosphere is too different for that. But Naerdiel wouldn't say such a thing if she wasn't certain.

"I'm afraid, Arina. I don't think Eleniel or Sakura are here at all. And how did we get here, exactly? We were too far away... I believe you should try to turn into one of your animal forms and try to wander away from here, see if you can figure something out of this. There is a compound that way.", she points. "I think you should go, undercover."

"What else did you find out?", I ask her, quietly. I don't like the idea but I can see the wheels in her brain turning.

"Our ship's not on orbit; what am I saying! We're not in the same place, somehow we traveled, when we passed the portal, through space. I'm not too worried about it, since we had set the mother-ship to self-destruct should we not return. I'm going to make a new shuttle and cloak it, just in case. There is a spaceship coming this way... I didn't want to attract more of its attention so I left my purer form and came back here. It wasn't that big, so I don't think it was a battleship. But... it did have other ships escorting it. It must carry important cargo."

I sigh. Merlin's beards. Spaceships! What if you were picked up on its instruments?

"Even if they did, I disappeared almost right away. I waited and watched; it's still docked. I'll work on the shuttle." I nod at Naerdiel and turn my back on her. "Be careful. If you don't come back in a few hours of I can't contact you via mind link I'll come and get you." I face her again and smile reassuringly.

"It'll be fine. I have the tracking silver coin." I tap the old coin, in a chain around my neck. It's medieval and hammered, simple and unassuming, in other words, the sort of thing that goes unnoticed by most people.

I put my wand in my special holster, rendering it secure and invisible. I focus on within and I feel myself becoming smaller and smaller. When my shape stabilizes, I give Lana a kitty grin and I trot away, between what little vegetation there is, not worrying myself about marks; there won't be a lot of them, me being a cat.

I was thrilled when I realized, at the time, that I was an animagus! I love this form, with long dark grey fur, almost black. Perfect for anyone to pet, and do they love to do that when they catch me. That and talk. Never could understand why people feel compelled to talk and cry their eyes out when they hold me. Maybe it's because I'm so cute. Eh, eh.

After about thirty minutes of running and stopping to hear the gloomy elements, I finally reach a compound. There is the ship. I get closer and closer. It appears to be a cargo ship, boxes going into the depressing looking compound.

With still some time to spare I get into the building. It's quiet inside, I reach a room that is almost completely empty, save for two people in it; an old man, dressed as military and a young woman, plainly dressed, with a scarf on her head. I listen to their conversation.

I can sense the woman's despair. The man is her grandfather, and she has been here for sometime. Too much, I grimace. A convent! They made a convent in such a horrible place, as a punishment for Goddess knows what. It is obvious she was, at first, elated for leaving this place behind, but apparently the jerk, ehem, grandfather decided she is to marry some idiotic, ehem, respectable boring old man. Girl, I so don't envy you!

What also makes alarms sound in my head is that the room isn't just a room, but a chapel, different from what I'm used to seeing in Earth, and they are Earthers; so I look at the strange combination of religious symbols in the altar. The moron, ehem, leaves the young woman, Cassidy is her name, and as soon as the doors to the chapel close behind him, his steps fading away, she sinks to her knees and cries.

Poor girl. I get close to her and nuzzle her legs. She starts and as she sets her eyes on me I try to look as innocent and as cute as possibly. Ever seen the movie Shrek? Remember Puss in Boots? Oh yeah!

"Meow..."

"Oh... nice kitty... did someone bring you on the cargo ship?"

"Meow!", if that's what you think, that will do, hon.

"Grandfather couldn't have brought you... you're almost black. He'd most likely have a white cat." no shit, Sherlock! How insulting! On top of it all he just had to have prejudices against black cats!

"You seem to like me.", she smiles tentatively. I purr at her, she pets me and scractches behind my ears. "I'm going to take you with me to my room, okay? I hope you won't make noise, otherwise the other sisters will hear and they might cause me trouble. You're so pretty... I always wanted to have a cat."

Oh, yeah, am I good or what! Yes, take me, take me. It's your chance to have the kitty you always wanted...

She eventually takes into her room, after hiding me in her nun's habit, and later on a bundle of her clothes which she picked up along the way, giving me a great mean to spy on the other ones. We did meet up with some fierce looking sisters. The continuous talk about sins, and scolding of everybody by everybody was giving this kitty a headache!

Was it possible that all this people were fanatics? They were all women, and they all look so... repressed? Depressed? Hum... perhaps it was both!

At last Cassidy, I'll just call her Cassie, closed the door behind her and, setting the bundle on the bed, sat beside it and released me from my hiding spot. I quietly meow at her, trying to look grateful, rub against her.

"I'll have to share my food with you, but I have to warn you it won't be much. Stealing is a sin, and I can't steal from the kitchens. I know I'll get caught. I don't want anyone to tell on me and have grandfather know. He might go back on his word and I'll be trapped here for God knows how long. I know I deserve it, I'm a sinner."

Poor sweetheart. Whoever gave you such ideas? You! You're too young to worry about such things!

She takes me into her lap and I listen. She tells me of her mother, of how she had carnal relations with a man she wasn't married to. After that, everything went downhill to our Cassie, poor child. She is obviously an innocent on all of it. And with a knack to hide in the air vents of the convent and spy on the other nuns. And read books she's not supposed to. Forbidden ones like the Kama Sutra! Now, I'm really starting to like her!

She eventually leaves to have dinner, leaving me alone in the dark. I look at the air conduct above me. I change into human and escape into it. I settle somewhere quiet and open a mind link.

Naerdiel?

Yes? Found out something interesting?

We're in deep trouble. I send her some of my memories through the link. I sense her tension and worry.

We are indeed. And what's more... there is another ship coming towards this planet. I'm certain it's a battleship. The shuttle's almost ready to go, I was working on making supplies before we took off.

Goddess, what is this place? I feel like I was sent into the Twilight Zone or some alternate reality!

You know... I have to agree with you there. Some other universe when Earth is technologically more advanced but socially more... well. Never mind. Just... get out of there. Apparate here.

I'm not too good on that, remember? Still haven't gotten it quite right.

Great.

Besides...

What.

I think back on a tiny nun I saw while I was between the clothes. She looked familiar. There was something different about her. She's too serious for her age.

Those women are nuns, Anira! They're supposed to be like that, considering the ideas they drilled into them!

No. That one was only a child! She wasn't even ten years old! She had eyes like...

Like what?

I felt... recognition, on some level. Naerdiel... I... feel we can't leave her there. There is silence for a bit. Then, Naerdiel curses.

The battleship. They're sending transport ships down to the planet.

Why? You reckon they want to conquer the moon? There's only the convent here, right?

Unless they don't know that. And when they find out, what will they do?

Maybe... I don't know. They can't be from Earth. They have to be some other alien race. What if they are slavers or something?

I know we're powerful enough to make a stand, but you know our race has always been discreet ever since we destroyed the Goauld. And after that, defeated the Tragoons.

Never liked them. It's nice that they avoid us like the plague. Especially considering the part they played in destroying our race, reducing us to this.

Well... oh... fine. Okay, say that girl might be like us, or one of us. We take her off to where?

Well, some inhabited moon. We'll terraform it and then figure out what to do. We can't leave her here.

I'm surprised you're not bitching me about Cassidy.

Well...

You were going to pick on my brains and bring her with us, weren't you? Naerdiel sighs. I grin guiltily.

Well...

Fine! I give. Bring the child and, if! I repeat, if Cassidy wants to, you can bring her with you.

Yes sir! Over and out!

I end the mind link and jump at a child's voice. When did I get so distracted?

"Hello." I freeze and turn my head. My jaw drops. It's the little girl I was just discussing with Naerdiel. "Call me Ellie." Goddess, those eyes look so... old.

"I know."

"Are you reading my mind?" I smile at her; she smiles back.

"Yes, you think so loud." she laughs. She suddenly turns serious and does the unexpected; opens her mouth to speak the musical, soft language of the Soul Wanders. "Long life to you and your loved ones. And may the Goddess be with you, always."

I beam at her, gently touching my mind to hers.

I think we should stick to the mind link. I tell her. I'm Arina.

We should move. The convent is being invaded by Kalquorians.

Kalquorians?

Yes, not a very popular race with the Earth government. Their race is dying out and Earth females are compatible with them. From what I heard from the few Soul Wanders left on Earth, a lot of females were kidnapped as soon as they found it out. That started a war. Even if they don't know this is just a convent, they will soon realized this is full to the brim with women. They will take us as well if they find us and make us their Mataras.

Mataras?

Childbearers. She smirks. From my sources on the planet of Plasius... they aren't treated like broodmares. More like princesses. A Matara wishes for nothing from her clan.

Clan?

We must move. Now! Cassidy is coming.

I turn into a cat again and follow Ellie through the vents, into the darkness.

I know, I know... I shouldn't have. I think I went too fast with this one, but I just had to. It flowed.

Again, all credit from Twilight Universe goes to Missus Meyer, Soul Wanders are mine, and the rest is all Tracy St. John's Book 3 of the Clans of Kalquor Series. Loved the story behind it Miss St. John. Really, please don't sue me, it's just fanfiction :-D