The moment lasted no more than another second before I tore our gaze apart. I returned to the sight of Samuel yet again, astonished yet hopeful that what Jasper just told me was true. I wasn't quite so sure still to be honest, yet the pondering thought was so much more accepting than what I was truly tyring to ignore.

But, I knew better than that and so did Jasper as he continued staring at me expectantly. I had to respond.

My mouth opened. I held in my mind what I was about to say. Then, when I was truly about to speak, a completely different subject erupted from my tongue. "Why?

"Why what?" he asked tensely.

She was astounded she just said that, yet her mouth kept babbling on. "Why you? Why here? Why them?!" It then came to her what she was secretly hiding inside and became anxious next on what Jasper's response would be.

"What does this have anything to do with-"

She interrupted, "This has everything to do with your wife!" She hissed, the boiling tension climbing up inside her for every second of the steamed silence. The two adult vampires must've either felt safe enough to leave Samuel alone and give the two os us some privacy, or felt the rise of anger just too awkward over the health of their patient. Either one, both of them were well gone and out of the house.

It was just the two of us.

I could see the vicious, burning hot-temper coiling around her like a snake did before an attack. That's exactly what she appeared like right now, however her bite would surely be more deadly. It seemed odd to me how such furious anger could erupt so quickly and out of nowhere-especially when it formed out of once solid hurt and annoyance-yet Elizabeth was just the one to show me wrong.

Once a second or two passed like regular, distant minutes, I was convinced I had better say something quick before that instant act of violence caught up with me. It seemed impossible for the first moment and a half to be able to strike up something, but I was amazed with myself. Murmuring in a soft and soothing voice I tried abnormally to sooth her. Usually, I wouldn't but have to send a wave of peaceful relaxation over to her, but out of some odd coincidence, I didn't think of it. My voice got the better of me, and before I knew it an unfamiliar verbal soothing and calming reached her before my abilities.

Instantly, she was transformed and relaxing before my eyes. The deathly look in her own also dimmed down into again an almost what I liked to call the 'innocent' look. So innocent, in fact, it almost looked like it begged for mercy.

She shied away again in the direction of her werewolf, and when I was about to say something, she surprised me in snatching my hands. So small as compared to mine, I looked down upon them awaiting for the reason why she did this. She didn't waste any time, whispering, "I'm sorry." Her voice, once before a sharp and dangerous tone to come upon, was now softer and well conscious. She looked at our hands, before shaking her head. "I'm being selfish. You all have been good to me, more so than I should be granted, much less worthy of. After all this especially-of course," she answered, her voice from how now hesitant as it struggled now showed him there was much he had yet to know. Her emotions reeked in sadness, but not this time for the werewolf he was positively sure of, but for something between her, his family, and he himself.

She continued. "I'll helped you find her, Jasper. No, I'll do more than that I'll bring both her and your brother back. I'm sorry I took them, Jasper. I'm sorry!" She was leaning against him now, only one pair of their hands closely tied with each other. He couldn't help but sense something more intense than just plain sadness at the moment as for each hard-stricken embody of emotional sentence her fallen voice cried, her feelings dropped lower and gloomier by an extreme.

As a vampire, most likely none ever commonly used physical gestures. We were already dead so the once soul and warmth that empowered our bodies were now gone, leaving nothing but emptiness and no need for such mortal gestures. However, in this case, things were different. I, for one couldn't help myself, and Elizabeth being in the state that she was probably couldn't see any different. I found my free hand around her small, frail body and embraced her warmly and securely like a typical human would. I could sense a mark of relief at that moment from the gesture, but she said nothing until another moment or two was enough to bring her up again.

"Thank-you," was all she said, and that was the only thing said throughout the next hour or so. How would I know? I didn't. I just thought impeccably of the girl beside me who wasn't the monster-the enemy. For a while it had felt that way (perhaps because I had sensed so many times from my siblings...) but I was truly starting now to see the true cause of it. She may have had several clever/deadly tricks up her sleeve, and the ability to take down three live werewolves at once, including lastly the skill to lie straight to a person's face. But, being lost she was. She didn't know which way to go, what to do, where to go, and how to do it.

Taking it from her perspective, it was both the werewolf and my surprise appearance that made it difficult to choose. I could understand now, especially from the sight of that werewolf that all her intentions were now clear. . .(Yet also, in another perspective, it was even worse. Why would a vampire, especially one who just poisoned three werewolves, be holding a wounded one that was just as hurt as the ones she nearly killed? It didn't make any sense, and just added on to a future question I will eventually, and hopefully, receive an answer to in the distant future. Not anywhere from now to the rest of eternity, on the other hand. After considering the potential danger now building all around us, I feared a horrid outcome was to come.)

But, going back to Elizabeth, I was certain she was just lost. After taking into account her situation, I also would've probably made the same decision as sad as it sounds. Fortunately, no Edward was in sight to hear of this awful thought of mine. It all came down to who needed help the most. And, looking from how terrible this werewolf companion of hers looked, I would say he was lucky even still be breathing. Whoever or wherever I had been I certainly wasn't treated like a welcome guest. It was clear I had been imprisoned somewhere for a long time just from the skin and bones of my limbs and ribs and the dark, pale eyes that related somewhat to the kind we receive when we are in thirst for blood.

The werewolf was sleeping soundly now, and had been throughout both of our entire conversations and battles. Elizabeth was still watching him, I was sure, because she was either shortly gazing at me or at him. No one else caught her sight but besides the two.

Still embraced in each others company, she later spoke after another few minutes. "Jasper?"

"Yes?'

"I will bring them back, no matter what. . .I'm not lying-if it's the last thing I do so be it." The last part of her sentence brought me to a trance. From how pitiful and strong she announces her promise, something hinted that what she said was highly possible. And why shouldn't it be? It wouldn't be easy keeping a duo of powerful vampires captive wherever they are, and it wouldn't be easy breaking them out either.

I just wondered. . .

"Can you tell me where they're at least at?" I asked, momentarily hesitant. A second thought stuck me that I just might not want to know.

"I could," she replied dryly, as if the subject around it was purely disgruntling to her taste. "But, you don't want to know. You really don't, Jasper."

Then, the shocking urge to go on right ahead motivated me greatly.

"I promise I'll get them back to you as soon as possible..." She promised, but strayed hesitant. "But, not until Samuel's better. When he's back to normal, I'll go."

I only vaguely heard my sister's last comment, when the thought and image of Alice came to mind and brought along my now urgent motivation. I would be a coward to hide the answer to where my love lay. For all I knew she was imprisoned somewhere dark and distant, drained of all her powers, outnumbered by a fairly great amount of strong, ruthless vampires or werewolves. The possibilities were endless! And only Elizabeth, my answer, knew.

"You've lied to me many times for someone I took right off hand as family and defended with as much of my power as I could. " My words grew harsh and brutal, as I continued on in the only way I felt I could to receive his answer. "You betrayed me. But, worst of all you took both my brother and my wife. I love her, Elizabeth. Now, we took in your wolf companion and are doing our best to heal him as best and as fast as we can. The least you can do, Sister, is tell me where they are."

She was quiet for a long time after my ruthless persuasion. So quiet and still, one would think I was holding a dead body.

But finally, to my relief, an answer approached and satisfied my desires perfectly until the words that came out of her mouth froze my nerves.

"With the Volturi in Italy," she said.

Yayy, another update!! I'm so proud of myself 2 in a row haha! Well, I hope you all liked in and are motivated to read more. Believe me more is to come if I keep this pattern going:D Feel free to review, all are welcome whether good or bad I don't care. Yes, I know I've made many grammar and spelling mistakes, but who hasn't?!

I know, especially from the last chapter I updated I found that I kept messing up the pronouns for 1st and 3rd perspective. It's so annoying because I usually write in 3rd person, but in this one it's not. So, also, if you find any of those types of errors from this chapter forgive me I'm a failure when it comes to checking to make sure things are right. But, hopefully that doesn't kill the essence of the story. I hope you guys liked it! Ttyl:)