Chapter 3

A rush of pure joy flew through me the moment I laid eyes on him. I don't know they did, just seeing the color in his eyes brought along the emotions. But, also, another feeling was felt at his appearance. Relief. They had kept their promise. He was still alive.

The cell was completely black. There was no window, electrical lighting, not even a candle hanging anywhere against the brick walls. Fortunately, I didn't have to rely on such convenient utilities able to comphrehend exactly where everything ( really everybody) was. There were three beings, and only one being inside this very room. Nothing else. Just four blank walls, an enclosed cell, and four people. (Although, I wouldn't exactly call the three of us, people) The tall, slim vampire who stood by my side, walked me toward him with a gripping hand. The other tall stood across me, giving me a grim frown, while holding up the most fragile thing in the world to me at the moment, in front of me, effortlessly.

"You!" he sounded outraged, but the dry tone in his voice seemed to wash out the sensation.

I remained calm, promising myself beforehand not to do or say anything drastic. So, I nodded. "Yes. It's okay. . .I wont hurt you." I was fighting whether or not to mention that last sentence. Great. Now Aro and all the others in this God-forsaken place will here of it. But as inconvenient as it sounded coming from someone like me, it was entirely true. . .

His eyes shot up in rage. "Lies! Lies!" The stronger his words hollered the stronger he fought the vampire trying to hold him down. He elbowed him hard against the wall behind them. The move was unexpected by the vampire as he let out a deep gape, and cowered back. But he wasn't done yet, starting to ram his own self against the vampire into the wall, cursing terribly.

The whole time the two battled, I was stunned-no shocked-by the violent wrangle. Not only was he winning up against a vampire, but with chains locked onto each of his limbs.

But the unusual incident could only last so long. The entire time of my dreamy gaze, I was completely unaware of the other vampire, beside me. Apparently, he, too, was yelling and throwing swear words at the two. He wanted to leave and stop this madness, I knew it. But, it was even more important that he kept me within reach. So instead of going into the fight himself, he dug into his pocket and took out a small remote.

Before I had any since to stop him, he clicked a red button.

"Agh!" And, then I noticed as he backed away from the vampire, the thick collar bolted around his neck. He continued, yelling, screaming from the horrible sound of electrical shock shooting through his nerves from the collar. He fell to his knees, bellowing in agony, while trying with all his might to tear open the thing causing him pain.

"Samuel!" I shouted, forgetting all about the vampires watching us, and ran to his side in a daze. "Samuel!" I yelled over his shaken body, as the electrical shocks continued dangerously. I touched his shoulders, feeling the sudden rush of shock run through my veins. But that didn't stop me from rolling him over and seeing the pale look in his expression. The shocks continued. Suddenly, I could feel the beaten-up vampire holding me down by the shoulder-using me as something to help him rise up. But him invading my space wasn't much of a concern as Samuel's pain lengthened. "Stop!" I demanded, forcefully. "Stop it, now!" I tore my eyes from Samuel and glared threateningly at the vampire holding the remote with one hand, and one finger ready to press the red button again.

I clenched my teeth, about to explode, until he, finally, obeyed. The shocks stopped, Samuel's shaking ended. It was quiet.

"Come on." the vampire nearest me ordered, pulling me by my arm. "Enough of this nonsense."

"No!" I said, throwing myself back on top of Samuel's still body. The shocks had stopped, and yet I still felt spasmodic beats rushing in and out of my nerves. The overwhelming feeling overpowered all my common since and sensibility. It wasn't until he reopened his eyes that I found myself screaming his name aloud, and demanding he wake up.

"Wha-" he stuttered, gasping. He had the strength to raise both his arms and scratch the collar straining his neck. It hurt to see him like this, especially now with that thing on his neck.

"It's over," I assured him. I kept my voice as low as possible.

He looked at me, and I watched as his once shocked gaze turned into a hateful glare. Then, he pushed me. I fell back on purpose, allowing him to move as far as possible away from us (vampires). He stumbled back onto his feet, standing before us shakily. I noticed the long thick chains tangling around his bare ankles as he stood. The clothes he wore were the same as the ones I saw him wearing back to when I last saw him, and the last, back to when I first met him so many months ago. They were in deep need of washing now, as well as his body.

His black eyes narrowed on me dangerously, his teeth clenching. I knew, I should've been ashamed-or embarrassed-or something! But, all I knew I could feel was. . .nothing. I felt empty inside, but in a good way. Like that nothing lifted me in some way or another.

Now his eyes had softened into a gaze. They were calm and patient. I don't know what brought along the peace, but was enjoying it for the moment being.

"How do you know my name?" He had asked me that last time I was here, and the time before that, too. But, I never answered, refusing to put the Volturi in any more part of this. So, I continued looking at him, saying not a word.

"Elizabeth, tell me." he demanded, moving a step forward. I was shocked he used my name. I knew he knew it from the first time we met, but this was the first he actually called me by it.

I wanted to give him some bit of gratitude-it was the least I could do. "Someone told me." which was true. . .someone did.

We stared at each other in silence. If the guards hadn't been so rock-like I suspect they would've shown aggravation. I guess, he found, finally, that I wasn't going to tell him-at least not now, anyway, not until we were out of here. As we stared closer and closer at each other I distinguished all his features. Of course, I already knew every inch of his expression in just two seconds timw. But this-this was way longer than two seconds. The time it took to gaze at his beautiful face, gave me enough of a picture to remember him by for as long as eternity.

After what felt like forever, I noticed something I never saw in him before. Behind the now opaque expression he wore I found there to be something even more disturbing. He looked terrible. Not from the clear signs of how long he's been in here; but emotionally. I could somehow tell how awful he felt kept here inside this dull, lifeless room. Hell, who was I kidding-anyone would! I even noticed blood-red cracks in his eyes. . .

"Why are you doing this?" he asked finally.

It took me a while to answer. "I don't know," I replied somewhat trembling. My mind still couldn't process why I was putting myself up for sale to these beasts. Just that, I had to free him from here. Even if it costs me both my pride and dignity.

"What can you tell me then?" he questioned me, now disgruntled.

I opened my mouth. But nothing came out. The question, at first, sounded easy and should've been effortless for me to answer. But, for some reason, as I gathered more of the optional answers, I found it to be more complicated than I had thought.

So, instead of answering with my voice I walked up to him, slowly, trying to be as careful as possible for him. When reaching nearly half a foot away from him, I dug into my pocket, and very quickly and inconspicuously, handed him bread wrapped in a wrapper. It wasn't very big, but it wasn't very small either. I hoped it was enough to satisfy his hungry appetite for the time being. At least until I got back. He took one quick glance at it, then stuffed it in one of his pants pockets, continuing to watch my every move. (although, I hadn't made a single move)

He looked down at me, waiting.

I answered slowly, "I'm trying to help you." feeling more confident, I looked up at him. " I don't know why, but I'll do whatever it takes to get you out of here. I guess you can say. . .I'm your friend."

I half-way expected him to blow up laughing at how ridiculous that sounded. I know I would just thinking over what I just said. (a good thing I kept my voice so low the two vampires couldn't hear) But, surprisingly, Samuel's expression stayed the same. Illegible. After another moment of silence, I figured it was a good thing that he kept that face. Because the more I thought about it, the more I, honestly, didn't want to know of what this made him feel like or what he thought of me.

Carefully, I started walking back up to the vampires, keeping my eyes attached to his. He, too, continued staring. Then, just when I was beside the guards I thought I heard him say, "Be careful."

OK, in case you're wondering how Samuel could withstand a vampire, I should let you know that I wont say a word about it until further chapters. It'll all make since later on, Hope you enjoyed chapter 3. Thank-you for all reviewers. I should hope to update soon

Sneak Peak:

"Alice?" I said, turning to her concerned. "What is it?" She was having a vision.

After a moment of silence, she reopened her eyes, looking at me sadly. "I don't know," she answered. "It's all blurry." She set her gaze off to the side, where we began to hear the insessant howling of the wolves. . .