Salutations most esteemed readers. I would like to personally thank everyone who has reviewed for getting me over 100. I'm honestly near tears (though that might be because I just watched A Walk to Remember). As a side note, I'm taking a bit of a hiatus from Haley's point of view in the first part of the chapter. I love her character as much as any of you (she actually has a much better sense of humor than I do) but I need to show what's happening "Meanwhile in Forks." I'm going to be alternating between a Haley point of view and a third person point of view. All clear? Good, let's get on with the story.

Last time:

I started softly crying, not for myself, but for Seth. What was he going to do once I was gone?

In the Cullen house, all was well. The Redskins were firmly in the lead. Crumbs were all over the place, but no one really noticed. Quil, Jacob, and Seth felt that familiar ache.

It was there almost continually, the sort of thing they could almost tune out, but never completely. When their imprints were away from them, it was like their center of gravity had been removed and their smooth orbit was disrupted. When they were reunited, they felt an almost physical relief. All the imprinted wolves did.

Seth was less used to it than the others. He could hardly focus on what was going on. All he could picture was Haley. The way she bit her lip and looked down when she was embarrassed. Her clear green eyes. The freckles that dotted her nose. The way her smile lit up her whole face.

It had driven the pack crazy. They had two imprinted members already but the imprintees in question were children. The feelings and wishes connected to Claire and Nessie were almost older-brotherly. They had thought they were done with witnessing that kind of intense attraction when they split off from the other pack. It had been enough to make Seth feel guilty. Just not guilty enough to try to stop.

"Shouldn't they be back by now?" Seth asked. He wasn't worried exactly, just anxious to see her again. He knew Jake felt the same way.

"You see anything Alice?" asked Jake.

Alice sighed. She had explained this many times before. "I can't see Nessie or anyone around her, concerning her, or planning to see her. How many times have I said that?"

"About forty-eight, but who's counting?" grinned Embry.

"Not me. For God's sake, it doesn't matter. Nothing's going to happen. They're just going to study nature or whatever the hell a hybrid and a geek do when they get together."

"Shut up Leah. Haley's not a geek." Seth rolled his eyes.

"Little brother, I'm not saying it's a bad thing but yeah, she is. She carries a book around with her and she wears those hideous glasses all the time."

"Will you two knock it off? You're seriously pissing the rest of us off." Jake looked annoyed. Everyone else in the room made a conscious effort to look un-pissed off.

"Listen Seth, if you want you can go check up on them and bring them back. We don't need to send a search party out for them. They probably just didn't realize how much time went by," he reasoned.

Seth didn't need any more of an invitation. He immediately stood up from where he was slouching near the television and walked out the door. He heard behind him a distinct muttering. "Eager, isn't he?"

He sprinted to the nearest large tree and stripped down, tying his shorts around his ankle. He phased, reveling in the feeling of being a wolf and still having a mind to himself. He thought that being a wolf would be the coolest thing in the world if not for the lack of privacy.

He found their scent easily. Nessie's was so distinctive, so unique that anyone, wolf, vampire, or human could probably pick it out. It had a hint of the painful sweetness of a vampire, but without the sting.

Haley, on the other hand, smelled amazing. Not in the creepy killer bloodsucker way, but in the normal "the opposite sex smells attractive" way. Seth just happened to have a better sense of smell than any normal person on Earth.

He followed the twisted path they had ambled along, the trail growing steadily fresher as he went along. Until he came to another scent, one so strong that it could overpower anything else. It was the scent the pack had smelled a few days before while patrolling. It also happened to be the place where Haley and Nessie's trail stopped.

He smelled exactly where the vampires went. (There were two of them. He was sure of it.) On the trail leading away from the spot was an awful stench, but just beneath it, he noticed two much friendlier smells.

Oh shit, he thought to himself, right before an unbearable wave of pain overcame him. Almost without thinking he turned tail (quite literally) and sprinted back towards the Cullen's house, howling all the way. Haley no. Oh my God, no. Shit! Why me? Why her? Haley… He repeated the mantra to himself over and over until it ceased to have any meaning at all.

He suddenly had company. The others must've heard his howling. He didn't give them a chance to ask, pictures, sounds, scents, discoveries, thoughts ran through his head faster than would normally be comprehensible. It took them a few moments to realize what'd happened.

Jacob had a similar flash of pain, pure, raw, and nauseating. He and Seth howled in harmony. One thought circulated through all of their minds, having come from no one in particular. True misery does not love company.

Haley P.o.V.

I studied the backs of my captors' heads as they speeded (and yes, I do mean speeded. I was fearing for my life) down the highway. Felix had short hair, black as midnight against his pale skin. Demetri's hair was longer and wavier.

They both looked different from all the vampires I had seen so far (admittedly, not many), not just because of the eyes, either. They both had an olive tint to their fair skin. I guessed your skin tone when you were a human contributed to your skin tone as a vampire. And here I'd assumed they all automatically turned the color of chalk.

I didn't know why I was thinking such absurd thoughts. My life was in jeopardy, my family was going to be worried sick about me, and Seth was practically going to be destroyed.

It seemed so egotistical to assume my well-being had such power over him, but I was just repeating what I'd heard from Seth and Leah. It was apparently a fact of wolfhood.

I had stopped crying a few minutes ago. Not only was it pointless, it was a bit humiliating. I knew I shouldn't give a damn what the two leeches (okay, so I picked that word up at Emily's house) thought of me. They were pretty much evil kidnappers. Crying in front of them, I just felt too exposed. They already had too much power over me as it was. I refused to let them have the emotional power as well.

Nessie leaned into me slightly. For all that she was old for her age (understatement) and probably smarter than I was, she was still very young and probably scared too. She shouldn't have to put on such a brave face for me. It just didn't seem right.

Our eyes met and we exchanged worried glances. We each knew what the other was thinking. Everyone would be so concerned about us. They'd probably try to get us back and get hurt in the attempt, maybe even killed. I shuddered away from that thought.

It's amazing how emotionally close and empathetic two people will become when kidnapped together. I recommend the experience. Not. Though if I lived through this I'd probably be able to find some semblance of a silver lining in that.

It took only a few more hours (only being the wrong word. The correct adjective would probably be nerve-wracking) to get to Seattle, and consequently to an airport. I had a pretty good guess of where we were going. Volterra, Italy, home of the Volturi, and if I wasn't mistaken, some pretty good pasta. Not that the two in the front seat were very interested in that. They seemed more interested in me. And not in a flattering way.

We pulled into a very small, private-looking airport. These two didn't look like the type who particularly enjoyed flying coach, but a private jet? They sure lived in style.

The two of them turned their heads around so quickly that I almost missed the movement. Their vivid scarlet eyes narrowed. I could pretty much tell a threat of some type was going to take place. My parents had a similar (if less menacing) look on their faces when one of my siblings was seriously pissing them off. I hadn't done anything to make Dracula mad.

"Do one thing we tell you not to do, say anything to anyone, try to run away, and you will sincerely wish you hadn't done it as you suffer a slow and painful death," Demetri warned, every inch of him looking as lethal as he undoubtedly was. Felix winked, somehow looking just as terrifying.

I was a little offended. Did they doubt my intelligence? I admittedly wasn't girl genius but I knew better than to run away from vampires who could easily kill me. Honestly, these are the sorts of things they should teach in kindergarten. Sharing your toys and taking naps does you no good later in life.

Nessie put on an emotionless mask. I tried to do the same, but I truly couldn't stop myself from looking terrified. Hey, I was only human.

The two of us were yanked out of the car. Felix put his hand around my upper arm; it somehow felt like a manacle because his hands were every bit as cold and hard as steel.

They led us to a very fast-looking small jet. The entire place seemed strangely empty, not of planes; there were plenty of those around, but of people. Maybe they were bribed. Truthfully, the things we will do for money makes me sick. Then again, I doubt that if anyone was bribed that they had no idea that two innocent girls were going to be spirited away from family, love and home. (It sounded like a bad, made-for-TV movie, but there it was.)

Felix got into the cockpit. After seeing him drive, I wasn't so sure that I wanted him flying an airplane, but I didn't have much choice in the matter. Demetri herded us in and shut the doors. I shot Nessie a glance and we scurried to the cramped-looking seats. I pulled the seatbelt on and tried to suppress a shudder.

I wasn't the biggest fan of flying under the best circumstances. I wasn't scared of heights normally, if I had something solid underneath me. A plane has nothing. If it falls from the sky, it falls. Nothing to stop it. Add the terror of being eaten and that is just peachy.

The plane started moving towards the runway. Hello, I'm Dracula and I'll be your captain today. We're on our way from Seattle, Washington to evil vampire headquarters. No stewardesses will be bringing you any cheap peanuts but we may eat you if you don't behave. Enjoy your flight.

The plane began to pick up momentum. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt Nessie's feather-light touch on my arm. I took a quick peek at her from the corner of my eye. She didn't seem to like the idea of flying much either. Her face was screwed up in a grimace. I closed my eyes again right before we took off and swallowed several times to clear my ears.

I looked at Nessie. She looked out the window almost curiously and I realized that this must be her first time flying. What an experience. After this, I wouldn't blame her if she never wanted to get within ten feet of a plane again. Assuming we got a chance to get near a plane again.

The ride was long and almost silent. Except for the rumble of the engines and the sound of our breathing, nothing was heard. I was afraid the threat from Demetri would still apply.

We landed in another small airport filled with expensive airplanes. It looked fairly similar to where we took off from, except that it was sunny. It was gorgeous. No wonder people like to vacation in Italy. It really was too bad that my Italian was limited to Bertuccis. Not that I'd get to mingle here much, anyway.

Felix and Demetri pulled up the hoods of their dark cloaks, making them look even more creepy. They hauled us out of the plane. That was getting quite old, the hauling around thing. Jeez, if they'd asked I would've moved on my own. I wasn't about to try to run away. Again with the doubting my intelligence.

As Nessie moved into the sun, her pale skin seemed to glow a tiny bit. I stared. She noticed me eyeing it and looked pointedly at the cloaks. Right. The glittering thing. Wow, that had to inconvenient.

We were dumped into yet another expensive car; this one had very darkly tinted windows. I could guess why. We started on the road. I rubbed the back of my neck. All this traveling was starting to get exhausting. These vampires sure chose a conveniently situated location.

I started to fall asleep. I resisted it with everything I could. I didn't want to sleep around them. I was too vulnerable to begin with. The picturesque views outside my window were no good to focus on; they lulled me to sleep. I tried to recite all the random memorized quotes I had saved up in my head. It was no good.

I was about to drop asleep when something sagged into my side. I looked over, saw Nessie fast asleep and let go of consciousness. I wouldn't be able to do much more self-defense awake than asleep.

I woke a very short time later. As tired as I still was, I was just too nervous to let myself stay asleep longer, no matter how much I wanted to. I couldn't read the road signs but I saw one word on a sign that looked promising. Volterra. We must have been very close.

As we drove into the city, I nudged Nessie awake. I hated to do it, but I'd want the same thing done for me. She should be fully awake for the official prisoner taking. Well, it was more or less official already, but we had yet to see the man in charge, Aro.

We got out of the car. I was in all honesty still mostly asleep. I followed where I was pulled, for the most part. I couldn't say where I was going if asked, and I didn't much care. I didn't have a prayer of escaping from here in any case, why bother looking?

I only woke up from my catnap when I heard another voice.

"I am fine Demetri. Thank you. And did you get the girl you were after." It was a young man, probably in his early twenties. He was quite good looking in the tall, dark and handsome fashion. Not my type (translation: not Seth) but still cute.

"Yes, we did Lorenzo. Plus a bonus." Felix held me forward a little and I staggered to regain my balance after being dead on my feet for so long. Nothing like imminent danger to wake a girl up.

"Is Aro busy?" asked Demetri. He seemed much more soft-spoken than Felix.

"No, I am not. I see you have been successful," said a soft, lovely voice from behind me.