I began to regain consciousness.

Where was I?

Or more importantly: what just happened?

My eyesight was still blurry, but I could tell that I was inside somewhere due to the heat. All I could see, or think I see, are khaki walls. I also see what looks like a sliding glass door.

Wherever I am, I'm sure that I don't want to stay here for very long.

I tried with all my strength to get up from what I think is a couch due to the feel of it.

It was so hard.

I felt as if my body had been sewn onto the couch. I could barely move. Soon, I realized that I have not been sewn to the couch, but instead tied to it with yellow rope that dug into my body every time I tried to move just the tiniest bit.

I considered calling for help, but then I remembered that it was Rhett and Steven's fault that I was in this stupid situation. I shut my mouth and tried to think of a way to break the ropes.

I tried to lower my head to where I thought they were closest to my face, but I had no luck at all. I wasn't even able to chew on my shirt. I am out of shape…

My eyesight was now restored to its normal views.

It turned out that I was in someone's living room. I was on a red velvet couch and that was set at the far side facing the sliding glass door. Directly in front of the couch was a wooden chair. There was a white carpet under all the furniture in the living room. I could barely see a wide-screen TV to the far left of the wooden chair on the khaki wall. Besides that, the room was empty.

I looked outside the sliding glass door. It was still daylight. It was also snowing. I could see a naked tree, but that was it. No other houses, no fences, no people.

I struggled against the ropes to see if I could break them. I once saw on this movie, this guy was tied up in these ropes and he just flexed and then they tore into shreds, letting him walk free. Apparently, Hollywood lies! Who would've known?

"Stop that thrashing, you'll hurt yourself," Steven said as he entered the room.

I stopped moving and gave him the stink-eye. "Why the hell am I tied up in some weird house?" I asked.

Steven smiled. "You've got a mouth don't you?"

"Yea, and arms and legs. So how about you untie me?"

"Nope." Steven went and sat on the chair that was in front of the couch.

I sighed. "Then would you mind telling me what I'm doing here, please." I made sure to use "please" to try to convince Steven that I'm really a nice person deep down inside and that I can be trusted with secrets and being untied.

"No."

That bitch! As soon as he unties me I'm going to kick his ass! I just laid on the couch and stared back at him. This gave me a great time to really see what Steven looked like. He looked like he was around the age of twenty-two, or somewhere around there. He had dirty blonde hair that was long enough to just cover most of his ears. That's strange, it looked a lot shorter yesterday. Around his ears, I was able to spot some gray hairs, maybe he was stressed about something. His bangs were combed to the right side of face. His skin was very pale and looked like it had not seen sunlight in a couple of years. He was wearing a light-gray tank-top that showed me that he had rather good arm strength and that he shaved them. That or they were blonde. I think he shaved them because I could a little stubble on his chin. He was also wearing tight blue-jeans and no shoes.

"You want a picture?" Steven asked, as soon as he noticed that I was studying him.

"What a waste of ink and paper."

Steven smirked. "Aren't you going to ask me where Rhett is?"

"No, I'm sure you're going to tell me anyway."

"Would you like to know?"

"Sure."

"Rhett was just a pawn."

"What?" I asked, stunned by what he said.

"I had this thing I needed to take care of and the only way I could do that was if I used Rhett."

"What did you make him do?"

"Put you on the list."

I had been wondering why I was on the list. I thought that I was his and Patrick's friend. "Why?"

Steven smiled an evil smile. "I convinced him that his imprint Patrick was starting to fall for you and begin to lose interest in him."

"That's cold, but effective."

"Exactly, Rhett went crazy."

"Since Rhett realized that he would have trouble getting to you, he decided to save you for later by putting you on the hit-list he and Patrick had. They were killing people before I made it here. I originally came to stop them, you know, the whole 'Protect Humans' thing. However, I learned that they were killing people who were being mean to Patrick.

"As soon as I found that out, I came up with my whole plan-"

"Wait!" I interrupted. "I thought that you didn't want me to know why I was here."

"Just ignore that I said that," Steven said, annoyed. "I'm on a roll, so you're going to hear it. Just think of it as your final request.

"So as I was saying, I came up with my whole plan. The first thing I needed to do was find out where Derek lived and that one was easy. Then I found out that he had imprinted on you. I then told Rhett that lie and soon your name was on that hit-list.

"Then just to make sure that it wasn't obvious that you were the only real target, I got Rhett to add Bella and Emily to the list. The others were placed on there by Rhett for some reason, I have no idea what goes on in that loser's head. Then that also led to Sam's misjudgment: having his precious Emily in danger made him just come to a conclusion without thinking. Right now he's at his house, refusing to leave and just having him and Emily stay in the basement.

"The same goes for the others: Quil's watching Claire, Jared's watching Kim, and Jacob's watching Bella."

"But Jacob didn't imprint on Bella," I said.

"Well he can still watch her," Steven said, clearly angry that I interrupted his story again. "He loves her. And that's bad for you too. That only leaves Paul, Embry, Seth, Leah, and Derek.

"Paul and Embry are just totally worthless without the leadership of Sam. Seth and Leah are too busy arguing and looking out for each other. And Derek, he thinks you're dead."

"What?" I shouted.

"I made some fake pictures," Steven smiled. "You see, Darren Peterson looks a lot like you with his jaw ripped off. Rhett only had to dress him up in your clothes and die his hair brown. I have to say, those pictures did look pretty realistic. You never notice how a jaw can distinguish someone from another until it's ripped off…"

"How's Derek?" I asked.

"That's a real stupid question," Steven scoffed. "How do you think a werewolf feels once their imprint dies?"

"Bad?"

"Damn right!" Steven screamed. He then leapt out of the chair and knelt down so that his face was in my face. "When my Nikki died, the world ended for me! Nothing mattered to me. I didn't care if I died the next day, minute or second! All I could focus on was avenging her!"

Steven? Nikki? Suddenly it clicked! Derek was the one who caused Steven, this Steven, to kill his imprint, Nikki!

"But you killed Nikki," I said. "You pushed her, causing her to fall down the stairs-"

"Shut up!" Steven screamed. He leapt up and grabbed my lower jaw. "Maybe I should really tear your jaw off for real. Now listen to me: I didn't kill Nikki! I it was all Derek's fault!" He let go of my jaw and went to sit back on the chair.

He sat there, staring at his hands. "Sorry I lost my temper with you," he whispered.

"If want to get revenge for Nikki, then why didn't you kill Derek?" I asked. That didn't mean that I wanted Derek dead, I was just wondering why I was kidnapped.

"Because," Steven said, "I wanted him to feel the pain I felt when my imprint died."

"Then why am I still alive?" I really hope that question doesn't turn out to be some "Curiosity Killed The Cat" shit.

Steven didn't answer me, he still sat there.

"What happened to Rhett?" I asked.

"I killed him," Steven answered. "Just shot him in the head. He probably wanted to die anyway, I mean, the whole thing with Patrick…"

"Why'd you kill him?"

"He lost his use and couldn't follow my commands."

"Like what?"

Steven paused and exhaled sharply. "He hurt you," he said.

"Excuse me?"

"Myren," Steven said as he crawled off the chair and back towards me. "I didn't think a thing like this was even possible, I mean, it has never happened before."

I just laid there, wishing that Derek would just burst through the door and save me from this crazy place.

"Myren," Steven said again, a tear running down his cheek. "I think I imprinted on you."