AHH so this is the second to last chapter, the story is almost done! This is crazy, I hope you are enjoying it!

Everything is Happening so Fast

My heart stopped.

I slowly backed away. I thought my eyes where playing tricks on me. That this was a test, and I didn't want to fail.

Two beats.

Then it stopped again.

His hand creases my cheek. I shouldn't be in this room. I should be getting the next tour group. I inhaled a sharp breath; the blood filled air burned my throat.

"Bena," his voice soft and low, "I am not going to hurt you." I snorted. A smile played on his lips. "I mean it this time," his eyes were glued to mine, looking deep into my soul. "Please, believe me," he voice still low, and so convincing. He dropped his hand from my face. And started to walk out, he stopped and held out a hand to me.

I looked at it, remembering how it touched my face. How it held me close, how it broke my heart. I glared at it, hoping to burn a hold to leave a scar of my hurt there. Our eyes meet one time, I could see his was pleading, I could also see that he was trustworthy, in the way I knew he was serious about getting me out of here.

"Ben," It was Matthew. Eric must have sent him to go looking for me after I didn't come back. I looked back into the throne room where my tour group was. Only half of them were left. They must of left, went right passed me. Why does he always do this to me?

"Hmm," I hummed in response, and plastered on my too grateful smile.

"What are you doing? Eric as a group waiting for -" Matthew stopped scolding me, when he saw Mark. Their eyes locked, like they were fighting over prey.

"What are you doing here?" Matthew asked through his teeth. Mark pointed back to the group.

"I was with the tour," he said it so causal; I won't even mistake him for lying.

"No. What. Are. You. Doing. Here." Matthew words came out in short breathes. My eyes shifted back and forth between the both of them. Matthew slammed him into the nearest wall, when he didn't answer right away. Mark smirk, as if the pain pleased him.

I could feel myself regain strength, I could feel my skin return to it's lifeless quality. I cracked my fingers, and looked at them amazed. Usual by this time, a flash of red would cross my vision. But nothing came. All I saw was Matthew pushing Mark farther into the wall, breaking into the next room.

I raced to them. As they both brawled on. Punch, kick, punch. Slam, slam, crack. The sound of bones cracking, and fists flying sent imagery chills down my spine.

"Stop!" I screamed, closing my eyes. They both looked at me, like they didn't realize I was still there.

"How do you know him?" I asked.

"We worked together," Mark said.

"He used to be in prison, then after his sentence. We let him work for us. His gift being useful at the time. But he left for some girl, and destroyed everything we been working towards. He killed Mary-Lyn, she was one of our oldest, and a mother to me. I could kill him right now." Mark smirked again.

"The girl was her, man," Mark inclined his head in my direction.

"It all makes sense now," Matthew still glaring at him. "You fucking bastard!" he yelled and lunged at him again.

"Stop!" I yelled again, but this time it did nothing. I ripped Matthew off him sending him flying across the room.

"Ben, you have no idea….I can't believe you!" Matthew sentence can in is jointed phrases.

"What?"

"Your brother has the power to see other people intentions," Mark explained.

"And he can sees yours towards me." He rolled his eyes. I slapped him, and crossed my arms across my chest.

"After everything we been through? Can you blame me for wanting to have a little fun," he said totally serious. I yelled in frustration.

"Were you really here to help me escape? Or just to help me escape my virginity?" I glared, he chuckled. "It's not funny!" I yelled. "Matt, I am going to my room. Tell Eric I am tired."

I remember my relationship with Mark. Pure passion and lust, and having what I knew I couldn't but wanting it anyway. Now I look back and think I was stupid. That it wasn't worth the heart ache that, I should have never let him kiss me when he escaped out the window. I never totally let him go, and I think Seth knew that. It hurt me that I was doing it. I knew I was hurting myself by doing it.

And Mark had this uncanny ability when it came to saving me when I was drowning. I wanted to escape, and at this point I didn't mind if it was Mark who was the knight and not Seth. I just wanted out. I wanted to go back to Edward not being able to look me in the eye and the Cullens hovering around me like I was a ticking time bomb, instead of having people think of ways to use me to kill more people for food.

I was thirsty. I never stayed a vampire for this long. And the thirst burned my throat. My red room no longer triggering my human transformation, but it made me thirsty, it made me want blood. I had to find a way out.

I had no windows, and I knew sneaking out was impossible. I knew that I could probably punch through walls, but they would hear that.

"Ben," a whisper and a light knock on my door. I jumped.

When I opened the door, I saw it was Mark. I wanted to close it in his face but he stopped it and let himself in.

"Let me explain." I shook my head.

"I don't need you putting any more cuts in my heart. You left me remember?"

"You were going out with someone else!" he said in disbelief.

"That didn't stop you from wanting to-"

"Stop," his voice deadpanning, "Let me explain," he started again. My silence told him I was listening. "I worked with your brother before, I knew his power, and if he knew my real intentions. I would be died."

"I think my brother could find other reasons to kill you," he rolled his eyes.

"You brother is short tempered, and if he killed me without a sustainable reason, revenge isn't one of them, he will have Aro to talk to,"

"But-"

"Just listen." I did, "I need you to escape." He started again, "The Cullens believe you ran away. And they thought maybe you did with me, like last time. Seth was ready to rip my head off," a chuckle rumbled in his chest. He's words weren't making any sense to me. "Edward knew I haven't seen you. They didn't think you were off the continent though. Not here. At least they never would wish it on you."

"But Matthew said they didn't even put up a fight. If they cared so much why didn't they stop me from coming here?"

"Because they didn't know what happened. They said they last thing they remember was you crying, then disappearing. It was probably Phoebe, she has the power to stop time, but she does it in a way that you won't even realize it." He moved closed to me, I backed away. Everything I was condition to believe was a lied, why am I not surprised. I am just trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was wanted. I wasn't just thrown way like a used tissue.

"I still was mad at you for picking Seth. I didn't really care that you ran away. But first it was the Cullens and Seth who tracked me down, and commanded me to tell them your where abouts, leaving threats in their path, if I was lying. Your mom was even there. But then Edward came a separate time, pleading with me. That is when I knew there was a serious problem. I came here. I think they were wanting for me to confess, not wanting to start a war with Aro, again. When I saw that it was you who was leading the tour group, I jumped on. I tried to get your attention by asking all those questions. I wanted you to look at me. But you never did."

"Oh my…" I covered my hands over my mouth, as water collected in my eyes. It was all happening so fast. Everything changed with his words, everything.

"I am not lying, when I say I am going to help you escape. We are getting out of here. Tonight."

Escaping was a lot easier with a partner with actual powers. We had five minutes to go in and out. Mark said he was friends with Phoebe and got us that much time. He didn't mention me though, he just mention he wanted to escape. Phoebe would have never just let me go, not after all the work they did to get me.

We were home free. Well free until we pasted, the delicatessen, and my brother was the only one stopping me from my freedom.

"I knew it. Bena Elizabeth, I thought you were raised better then this." He shook his head disapprovingly.

"I can't stay here anymore. I can't." I pleaded, "How can you not feel guilty about all those people." I cried.

"I do feel guilty," he whispered, "I feel even more guilty, that I wasn't there for you. That I hide from you and dad."

"And mom," he shook his head.

"Mom been here, she knew," I never really talked about my brother with my mom, so I can't really blame her for not bring it up. But then again I can. She let me believe my brother was died. I sighed heavily.

"I have to go." I repeated. Matthew shook his head again.

"I can't let you both go." I looked at Mark, and he looked at me.

"Why?"

"Well, Aro might for get your sentimentality of family and love or whatever, but then again, you ruined around one of his plans. You can either go back and pretend that nothing every happened, that your escaping never happened, and Mark was never here. Or I can return Mark to Aro, and proper punishment for orchestrating your escape will take place. But I will explain to Aro that we don't force people in our coven, and it was no use looking for you. Her life or yours," Matthew looked at Mark. I didn't want another death on my hands. If Mark goes back, they will surely kill him. I can't let that just happen, he would be dying because of me.

"There has to be another way," I pleaded.

"No, there is not," Mark no removing his eyes from my brother's.

"I will go back," I said, knowing that it's better that both of us live, even if my life here isn't really living.

"No, you will not go back. You have people back in the States that actually care if you live or died. I came here to bring you back to them. I am going. I have no one but you."

"But can't live with myself if-"

"No, life would no longer be worth living if I knew what I did to you." And that was the end of it. They were gone, and there was a long road ahead of me, but I was free.

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