Hi Everyone! Ok so this is a very short chapter because finals just finished and I'm getting settled in. I've just started writing for this fic again after taking about a month break, so hopefully you guys will see some updates soon :) This chapter is so short because I feel like I've been neglecting with updates lately so I cut off the chapter earlier than I normally would have (Its all written, just not proof read!)

Also, there is a new character introduced in this chapter. I didn't think of this at the time, but I wanted to make it clear before people even consider it that I have no intention of creating a parallel to the Edward/Bella/Jacob triangle :) But I hope you guys enjoy. Please review, I take them all to heart!

Nathan

It was always weird when a moment from a vision came into fruition. What was even more unfamiliar was that there was a disconnect. My visions were startlingly accurate to the very last detail, and yet, there was someone holding the door open for me. Someone who hadn't been in my vision. My mind quickly drifted from this thought, unable to maintain attention on any one detail except for the fact that Edward was gone.

My unexpected visitor didn't look like your typical chauffeur. He wore a grey blazer over a white hoodie with a pair of casual jeans that were significantly worn. For someone so short he had a demanding presence that was hard to ignore; something about him drew my attention that I couldn't quite place…

His skin had a pale yellowness to it that instantly reminded me of Hong Kong natives.. I was growing increasingly apprehensive, too many things were working in his favor right now. He opened the door for me and didn't say a word – he smiled with an innocent humor that reached his eyes. Ignoring this, I slipped in the car and plopped my bag down on the other side when I looked in front and the driver gave me a small salute from the rearview mirror. Definitely not the driver.

As expected, he wasn't the driver, and slid into the left hand side gracefully with a grin clearly showing on his face.

"Who are you?" I asked.

He sighed and put his seatbelt on "I'm Jared."

"Why are you in my car, Jared?" I had planned on sounding menacing, but the only thing I could hear coming from my voice was a cold emptiness.

"I'm here to escort you to exile."

Exile? The fact that he was informed enough to know the vernacular was a concern; if he knew this much that was probably only the tip of the iceberg. He would become a problem, I didn't need to see the future to know this.

"That won't be necessary. You'll be taking the next flight back to Hong Kong." I looked into his brown eyes while I spoke. He looked back at me not showing the slightest resistance to my foreign eye color, but even as I said it I forced power into my every word. He would feel compelled to take the next flight to Hong Kong, regardless of what orders my mother had given him.

"I won't, actually" He laughed, not wavering from my gaze.

"Yes. You will." I shot back indignantly, putting more effort than I had ever needed to to convince a human.

Jared whistled "Damn guy. If I wasn't prepared for this you could probably have me naked and doing the hamster dance by now. You probably gathered this by now – I'm not Sidhe, but I am Fey. I know your tricks and how to protect myself against them. And trust me, you'll be coming with me whether you like it or not.

He didn't smile as he said it. Jared's young face seemed to age while he wore this serious expression rather than the grin preferred when I came into the car.

What the fuck was going on? He was Fey? Escorting me where? I didn't need to work at saving face in front of him – I was pretty sure that I wasn't capable of any sort of expressions at this point. My mother was always managed to be a thorn in my side but this brought it to an entirely different level. I was willing to humor her but to bring a stranger into this situation was utterly unforgivable.

"Prepared?" I tried valiantly to keep my voice casual.

Jared reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small glass container filled with some sort of liquid that I didn't recognize and waved it around playfully. "Your mom prepared it, a little dab of it makes all of your tricks completely useless. Not that I needed it anyway." He added the last sentence in a teasing manner - I wasn't sure if he was threatening me or trying to convince himself.

"Well you better hope that it lasts long. Because the second it wares off you're going to find my mother isn't nearly as convincing as I am." I threatened him, feeling slight traces of anger.

"Guess we'll have to see. But you're getting on that plane whether you're conscious or not."

"They won't let you board with a hostage."

"You're not the only one that can turn the charm on." He smiled and it was brilliantly white. He had dimples on his right cheek whenever he smiled, once I noticed this I started to pay closer attention to his other features. He had a little dot up near his eyes and long almost feminine lashes. Jared's cheekbones were high and sculpted but they appeared masculine rather than the expected feminine…maybe it was his rounder face. Hong Kong pop stars had nothing on him.

My mother may have been thorough in educating Jared but my guess was that this was just another standard driver from the Seattle airport. I scowled and crossed my arms, it looked like a pout but I didn't care. I ignored him for the rest of the ride and just looked at the dreary landscape of Washington, working very hard to not let my mind wander to Edward…

The sound of vibrating broke the dull silence once we were closer to the airport in Port Angeles. Jared picked up the phone and answered in Cantonese,

"Hello?

Yea I have him. We'll be at the airport soon.

So everything is settled then?

What's that?"

He was silent for a moment and then looked over in my direction curiously. I paid no attention to him and continued to look out the window but was careful to note his expression from my peripheral vision. He was talking to my mother…if I had any inclination that he would give up the phone I would have asked to speak with her.

"It'll cost you.

How long are we talking?"

Jared looked over at me apprehensively again before pursing his lips and nodding "Fine. But you'll need to send me more ointment. No I won't call, between you two I should have a pretty good idea of what's going on.

Yea we'll become friends for sure." He grinned and jabbed my arm.

Jared's hand lingered over the piece of moontouched flesh and bit his lip while looking over me warily. I watched over him carefully as he clearly fought over the tempting allure of a Sidhe.

I pulled my arm away and glared at him "Don't touch me." I hissed and turned toward the window.

"Harsh."

"What was that call about?"

"Eliziah doesn't trust you to not kill yourself, so I'm going to play babysitter for a while."

My anger got the best of me. It was something between desperation and fury, but if he were to stay with me I couldn't find Edward. I needed to find Edward, that was the only thing that mattered.

But how could I get away? Jared was probably better than me at hand to hang combat. Lesser fay usually were, they didn't have powers to rely on like I do. My mother also hired him – so he was well trained.

IT was an assumption, but I bet Jared hadn't been so thorough to protect the driver from my abilities. I could take control of him…and from there...if the car would crash, maybe I would die.

Death…just the thought of it was almost euophoric. A world where this constant flow of pain didn't exist. Jared probably wouldn't die but that didn't matter as long as I was dead.

I looked through the rearview mirror waiting for the driver to look in my direction. It didn't take long at all, he'd probably been eyeing me curiously during most of the ride. The second our eyes connected I knew he was mine. A single look would be enough to enrapture any human, I was something beyond mysterious and exotic. I was like the finest brandy to a recovering alcoholic, no one regardless of sexual orientation could deny me…except for him.

I felt the renewed pain of my old memories with Edward which drove me to act without any thought; we would be near the airport soon enough and I wanted to keep the casualties to a minimum.

"Drive faster." I commanded, and instantly felt the car push forward until there was an unnatural rush of speed while he floored the pedal.

"What are you doing?" Jared asked while saving face, but I could feel the tension build as he calculated my intentions.

"Faster."

I looked out the window and saw the blurring cityscape…death was so close I could practically taste it. I could feel the first sense of excitement. since the incident. Beautiful death – a numbness that would soon end all things.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jared asked the driver but he didn't answer, his eyes looked back at my own and then to the road every couple of seconds.

Jared laughed "You're not going to kill me."

"I'm not trying to kill you."

Jared looked at me blankly for less than a second until he realized what I meant. "Oh shit." He muttered. "Are you insane?"

"I'm sorry Jared…but I need to die." I whispered and closed my eyes – prepared for death.