Sorry everyone for the long update. I'm at a summer program where I shouldn't be speaking or reading any English, so proof reading is definitely against the rules! But oh well.

So this chapter is actually the main reason the story isn't finished yet. I may have re-written this chapter at least ten times, and they weren't even minor revisions. Just couldn't manage to find the perfect situation that Nathan would have to deal with. Something needed to happen, and I knew the final product, but the journey there was so much more difficult. It makes sense - the journey is much more important than the destination.

I do like the outcome of it, but I think some of my readers will probably be irritated or dislike it. I do understand that between last chapter and this one...its a bit much. Maybe a lot much :P But all I can do is promise that it is completely relevant, and we'll be back on track soon enough.

Enjoy!


Nathan

Three years.

Its been three years since that day I swore to find Edward.

If my human side had survived Edward breaking my heart, it was now dead and buried.. This time however, it hadn't been a quick death. With each passing day I could feel my humanity slip further out of reach. Eventually…there was nothing left to miss.

At first the pain was too much for me. All the tests, cuts, poking, prodding, injections…no human would have been able to survive what I have gone through. But unlike the Vampires my body is still fragile, so I may not die, but I will sit here day after day, year after year praying for it all to end. But there was no end.

I'm immortal now.

In the beginning I had hopes that the still open wounds Edward had inflicted would fade away with my human self; but all of that had been in vain. The sense of loss was just as real as it had been – perhaps even more potent now that I've had years to relive it. I will never day, and because of that I will always be in pain. What I'm living is worse than any hell humans could imagine – each day I am overwhelmed by emotional and physical pain that is working so hard to destroy me.

Someone, somewhere, found out about me. I still have no idea who or why even with my second sight. Something is blocking my visions about particular troublesome topics…can't think clearly. Can't focus.

One day I was asleep, the next I was here.

Where is here? A good question.

I was in a constant state of darkness; and not just the internal kind. It didn't take long for the humans to place a secured metal blindfold on me. They wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

Every since the blindfold has been a permanent addition, its been months since I've seen anything from my physical eyes.

They had given me an opportunity in the beginning of my imprisonment, one that I willingly took advantage of.

I watched an upper level politician from the Department of Homeland Security from a distance through a vision, there normally healthy complexion quickly turned to a sickly pallor as they watched the contents of the security recording. It was the footage from the same day that I had been tightly bound with an abundance of chains, as well as a pair of iron sleeves that kept my arms perpetually locked in place.

They had taken off my blindfold for one of the senior officers to see my eyes. It was the only evidence at the time; the blood work results hadn't come in yet. However the humans thought they were prepared for the worst. The perfectly square, white room was filled to the brim with armed US infantry. The numbers didn't matter – Edward was the first to start the downward spiral. Humans were replaceable objects, and I treated them as such.

The senior officer watched as his heavily trained guard proceeded to shoot one another with the rifles they had been armed with. I don't remember hearing anything, but the sound from gunshots on the tape was deafening. There were no screams – and when there was only one left alive, the soldier reached into his holster without hesitation. He uncocked the safety switch which was more daunting than any bullet could have been. There was silence for a few brief moments before he firmly placed the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

During all of this I sat without making a single movement. I must have done that, I've watched it several times from a vision. But those are the only memories I have, and yet…I don't regret it.

I would have escaped just then, but I didn't fully understand my bonds at the time. With each tiny shift there was a little twinge of pain from my shoulder all the way down to my finger tips. The more I moved the pain simply multiplied until I found myself paralyzed by the sheer force of it. From an observer's perspective I watched the droplets of blood drizzle down my arms into the basin in the floor. They had installed a little hole at the bottom so no one would have to come and clean up the blood.

Even though I knew exactly who was in charge of my imprisonment, I could do nothing about it except watch willingly.

At a senior officer's order they removed my blindfold only one other time. It yielded similar results. The moment I saw their faces…the rage was uncontrollable. I knew killing them wouldn't help me escape, but I wanted them to die. They were cows for the slaughter. Each one that died made me feel just the slightest bit satisfied.

Other than that, they decided to keep me completely (atleast to their knowledge) unaware of my surroundings.

Then there were the tests. I couldn't see what they were looking for or trying to do – but it didn't matter anymore.

Every day I reminded myself that I would be released soon. I saw it.

Two days and my opportunity would reveal itself.

My mother was safe, although she wouldn't have been able to escape them if she didn't have her illusions, about 10 passports, and near unlimited funding. She was housed in a secluded villa about 60 kilometers outside of Pyongyang. In North Korea she had guaranteed safety from the American government, and was also able to live a life of luxury because of the North Korean government's debt to my family; why they were in debt I had no idea.

Once I was free she wanted to be sure that I knew to come straight to her so something like this wouldn't happen again. She pleaded with me in her dreams for me to join her until we would be safe again.

That wasn't my plan.

Sitting in an isolated state left me to my own devices nearly 24 hours a day. Since there were no senses to really understand or idle about my only other option was to practice and harness the power of my sight.

After so much time to do this – when I was able to focus…I could watch the past, present, and future with startling accuracy.

And yet…the only that I really wanted to see was invisible to me. Edward has disappeared from me in every way. He was still alive…I would know if he died…

The Volturi had a guard who could find someone, regardless of where they were. He would be able to find Edward – I was sure of it – I'd seen it. The Volturi have been the focus of my visions for over a year now; I was well versed in the mannerisms, personalities, and abilities of each and every member. The Cullens were vague when they described exactly what the Volturi was – but they seemed to be like a governing body over the vampire world. All of them were terrifying; some more than others.

So two questions became obvious very early in my planning.

First, how could I manage to get them to hear me out before they tried to kill me?

Second, would they actually help me?

I was pretty confident that one of the three heads of the Volturi family, Aro, would be so intrigued with me that he would hear me out. He seemed to have a fascination with the exotic or extraordinary. I would be a prized specimen. Chances were in my favor that he had never encountered one of my kind in his 2,000 years. Would his interest keep me alive? I think so…especially if I have something to offer.

What did I have to offer?

The most delicious, aromatic, temptuous blood they've ever encountered. But this is exactly the reason that confronting them was such a reckless move.

I remained unphased when an obnoxious ringing echoed through the room, the sound was a warning that the unnecessarily large door to my room was about to be unlocked. The buzz was soon followed by a 'clicking' sound which was soon partnered with quiet footsteps on the tile floor.

"How long has he been here?" an unfamiliar female voice asked

"Its almost 3 years now."

"He looks normal to me."

"Trust me, you don't want to see what he really looks like"

"Yes, I do. Are you aware this is a gross human rights violation? Right here. Is that an electric current? Those syringes? Look at him, he's just a kid. The unfamiliar voice started to sound more alarmed by the second. Maybe this was how I would be free from this place.

"Take off the mask and gag."

"I can't do that M'am."

"Do it. I'm the one who decides where the millions of taxpayers dollars is going, and right now this miniscule project is consuming millions. I want to see if its worth it."

I wanted to smile for the first time in years. My heart rate began to flutter as I feverishly planned my next step. The physical boundaries still couldn't stop me from changing my appearance at will…visualizing my eyes turning into the dullest green. I dulled all of my other features except that I made sure to maintained a boyish look…She needed to see me as nothing more than a vulnerable child.

"Fine. Guards!" the more familiar voice yelled, not sounding the least bit pleased at this plan. This was a very bad position for him. Either I would be released and him likely court martialed or a high ranking politician was going to end up dead on his watch. I had no incentive to kill her…she was my savior.

"Take it off." He sighed.

Looking human wouldn't be enough. This prolonged torture would have had a dramatic physical consequence on any human. Warm human fingertips shakily grazed by skin before removing the plated mask that completely removed my visual capabilities. The hands were covered in latex – they knew better than to touch my bare skin.

Before they had the opportunity I made my skin several shades paler, added dark rings under my eyes, and brought an aura of weakness around myself. I needed to appear like a dying human to this inspector. There was no need to roll her – sympathy would do the job.

Once the mask was removed the sudden flash of bright white light made me force my eyes in response.. It was December 2nd the last time the doctor's let me see my surroundings. Today was April 24th.

The gag was next.

"Open your eyes." The unfamiliar female voice asked me in a motherly tone. She had children, two boys, both around my age. The tone hadn't told me that…I simply knew.

I tried to open my eyes and was attacked by another intense wave of white before closing them again.

"It hurts" I winced – willing my voice to sound much more vulnerable than I really was.

"Take your time" She whispered.

"Wait till you see his eyes, you'll understand."

As if it was a command I opened them and ignored the stabbing sensation at my eyes. The pain brought fresh tears that hugged my eyelashes while I tried to stare into the face of this woman. At first they were both a blur. It took several minutes before I could make out the new face in front of me. She was middle aged, wearing a stylish skirt-suit jacket combo with a flawless bob. Her dull blue eyes watched me eagerly through a pair of Prada spectacles.

"Can you see me?"

"Yes." I whispered.

"What the hell is going on?" Nick was his name. He wasn't in charge of the operation but liked to think he was. His beady eyes were glaring at my entire being, each feature he surveyed very carefully…a bead of sweat growing on his brow.

"What exactly am I seeing other than a teenager whose been wrongly imprisoned?" She asked in disbelief

"There are different colors." Nick whispered even though he knew it was gone. "They're usually there! I swear! We have footage."

"Are you all absolutely insane? You expect funding for this? You're killing the boy and talking as though he's some sort of mystical killing machine. I'm pulling funding, and I'm expecting a formal resignation from you by tomorrow. As for him – tomorrow I'l have a pick up crew escort him home. He will have an escort so don't even try to fuck with my decision Ryans because you'll regret it."

She looked at me one more time and I saw a flash of motherly impulse before she turned around and left.

"I bet you thought that was really funny?" Nick glared at me. "Well you just wait. One week and your ass will be back here you piece of shit."

There must have been something about the smile on my face that made Nick's face turn a shade paler. The subtle grin that had grown on my lips wasn't because of the thought of escaping. The only thing greeting me once I left the confines of this building was more pain. I watched both the vision – it brought me almost as much joy as the real thing. Oh how sweet it will be…

"What?" he whispered.

"I just watched you die."