A/N: So I've been busy. Last week I had two birthday "parties" to attend to. The first was my boyfriend's little brother's, and the second was my friend's. Tomorrow is my birthday too (19 finally). I also just bought The Summoning. Good book. Anyway, I finally thought of a plot. Muhaha.

I leapt up from the couch and instantly rushed to the sparkly rope. I couldn't remember what it was called, but I was playing with it like it was a feather boa. The only difference that I really noticed between this stuff and a feather boa was that a feather boa didn't make me itchy. I heard Daddy giggle and I spun around, blushing.

After the blushing died away, I dropped the itchy boa and looked at the ornaments. Each one was identical, except for a few older looking ones. I overheard Daddy telling Mama that he picked up her old ornaments for this, and got me one. I didn't see it though. I looked for it, and heard another chuckle from Daddy, and Jake joined in. I scowled.

"Where's my ornament?" I asked, still looking.

"It's not done yet, baby," Mama walked up to me and removed a little piece of the rope from my clothes. I still had no idea what it was called.

"Garland."

"Huh?" I looked over at Daddy, who was smiling his typical smile.

"It's called garland."

"Oh." I looked at it briefly, noticing it wasn't just red, but some shimmering glitter laced around it. I stuck my tongue out at it, since my neck was still itchy from wearing it. I returned my thoughts to my ornament. "What do you mean it's not done?"

"Each of the Cullens are adding a little something to it. And then Grandpa Charlie will add something, followed by your mother, Jake and myself," Daddy explained calmly. I couldn't help but smile. I loved my family.

I woke up from my dream, happy it was from my first Christmas. That was five years ago. I'm now fully mature, and look to be 16 years old. I stopped growing a month ago, and function like a human girl, except for the fact I prefer to drink blood and have skin that's like marble. Other than that, I breathe, eat human food, and theoretically can have babies when I want them.

My hair was down to my waist, I couldn't bring myself to cut it, and it's far too controlled and amazing to chop it off. I told Mama that when it grew another inch, though, I'd cut it to my shoulders. I'm donating the rest of my hair to a foundation for people who needed hair. So at least someone else would be blessed with it.

I stepped out of my small room and into the front room. Mama and Daddy were off hunting. Jake was at the reserve with his dad for the holidays (I demanded he did that for me so he wouldn't complain). I think the rest of Daddy's family was off hunting too. I was alone and enjoying every moment of it. I opened the little fridge, and I mean little, and snagged a strawberry yogurt. After eating it, I stepped outside and decided to explore Forks. Mama never took me, except for Charlie's.

I stretched outside of the cabin, more for my entertainment than actual benefit. Running fast was easy, and I didn't get fatigued for a few hours of super speed. At my speed, I think I'd be Forks in less than five minutes. I took out my cell phone and started its timer.

My hair whipped behind me, getting leaves stuck in the thick curls. My bangs were pulled back behind my ears and didn't budge—

Crack.

Someone was nearby. I stopped and lunged into an attack position. A downside of being part human: my killer instincts were almost nonexistent. I scanned the area, and didn't see anyone. But I did feel a pinch sensation in my neck. I spun around, or at least I think I did. I felt sluggish. I saw someone, a bulky male, over me.

"Nahuel?" I whispered, as everything got dark.

I woke up in a musty room. Sweat covered my forehead, and no windows to see where I was. I smelled dirt though, so maybe I was underground. My jeans were ripped, and my white shirt was a faint brown from dirt. Also, I noticed a small drop of blood on my collar. Probably my blood, I think someone drugged me.

Was I a victim of human kidnapping? I'm no human, how could I let this happen to me? From outside of my metal door, I heard screaming, and the hint of human blood lingered now. Was the abductor going to kill me? Or at least try to?

No need to worry, Daddy and Jake will find me and kill this guy.

Then I heard clicking, and felt my phone in my pocket. It was still alive, and the timer was still going! 3185 seconds. The math was simple, 53 hours. Two days ago I was knocked out. Some drug they injected me. I stood up and put my phone away, since I didn't have any service whatsoever. Which is probably why I still had my phone to begin with.

I looked around my room, to see where I was exactly. It was small, smaller than my room back in the cabin. So this was the size of a closet. There was a bucket in the corner, and banana leaves on the ground. Where the hell was this place?

As I thought this, four guys that looked my age shoved the metal door open. I jumped into the corner, attack position again. Their skin was like mine. Color, but marble. Halflings like me. I knew then I wouldn't be able to fight them if I tried. So I didn't. But it didn't stop me from asking questions.

"Where am I?"

"South America," The tallest guy said.

"Why?" I urged.

"No need to know," he said again. The shortest of the four guys left the room for a moment, as the other three pinned me onto the banana leaves. I didn't struggle. I wanted to live, not die without a life, a family, or even in this closet.

He came back, with what looked like an IV. The needle was stuck into my neck, the weakest part of my body I assumed. A handheld needle penetrated there, so an IV was no different.

Darkness once more.