In the year 2020, Vampires took control of society and ordered all humans placed in vampire custody. The people who were not captured formed a Resistance movement, headed by the Human Council, who began to plan the Insurgence.

I am, of course, indebted to Stephenie Meyer for this world we all play in, and these characters we all adore. Additionally, I am indebted to hitntr01, who has graciously allowed me to use certain concepts from her wonderful story "In Need of Rescue", which constitute much of the background of my own story. These include: the language Vampiri, the Rules, the machines used to draw blood from humans, Manners Training, and the plot theme of Edward working as a guard at a facility holding humans. Thank you, hitntr01.

The Insurgency, Chapter 9 – Leaving Chicago

Day 6939 (July 1, 2039)

(Bella's POV)

Carlisle has been trying to get me to sleep, but I don't sleep. I can sleep for two hours, but if I hear any sound from a passing vampire, I'm jerked wide awake. Living for over two years in the wild doesn't lead to regular sleep habits of eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Especially with my sense for the position of any vampires in the vicinity. I may not be able see or hear them, but I can sense them, with something like radar, for up to five miles. This mini-gift is very useful in the wild, but is a pain here in this Vampireville crawling with the bloodsuckers. I know I smell good to this vampire, as I smell good to all vampires, but strangely enough, he smells unusually good to me and sitting with him, I start to relax a little. Not enough to talk though. That won't happen inside any kind of Vampireville structure. Any place crawling with vampire mindreading cops.

He's brought me clothes and made phone calls. He never leaves the outer office, so there has not been a chance to for me to slip out yet. All I have to do is get to my car in the heated garage across the street. My beloved Bumble Bee, a souped-up yellow Taurus. Can't drive the expensive cars, vampires will look in to see who's driving. They stopped looking for human drivers about five years after the Event. With my ability to hold my breath, which also seems to stop the sound of my heartbeat and blood flow for up to 30 minutes, I can drive unnoticed for a short time, even in the Occupied cities, such as Chicago and New York.

What a laugh – some of my easiest Liberations were humans left in cars in the Occupied cities. If I saw another person sitting locked in a car, I would see if I could break into the car. Once the door was open, I would ask them, "Wanna blow?" The human always nodded frantically, I would climb in, start the mort, and then we were gone. Once we hit 60 mph, we were generally going to be able to outrun a pursuer. If the vampire wanted either the car or the human back, they wouldn't risk wrecking the car. They would follow, hoping we would run out of gas. Once out of town, I would pull over to look for a tracking device on the car. And next, I would ask the human if they had been micro-chipped. If the car was an Audi, I could convert one of the gizmos they always have to remove it, just say, "Deep breath" to the person, and it was gone.

Carlisle has another Vampire in his outer office; they are looking at a computer, drawing up documents. I learned Vampiri, the vampire language, from Crazy Chick Nomad. I can lip read Vampiri, and I understand it, but I can't speak it, as some of the sounds cannot be made or heard by humans. This looks like a judge who has come by. Carlisle appears to be a getting a court order for "protective custody" of me, based on the scars and appearance of general neglect, as in my weight.

He comes over after the judge leaves and says, "Well, now we are going home. Are you ready?"

Me, I'll talk after we get out of Vampireville.

Carlisle wraps me in a blanket, and carries me to his Mercedes in the hospital parking lot. We leave in the early evening, driving into the sunset. After a few hours, he asks if I am thirsty. Now that we were out of Vampireville, I'm not worried about talking, so I answer. He is pleased and surprised, so he tries a few more questions. I answer basic questions, such as am I hungry, thirsty, etc. and am silent about the rest. This is a nice car, I may need to borrow it to get where I'm going, but will have to ditch it as soon as I can switch for a less flashy ride. I always drop a note to the registered address of the owner in the glove compartment after I'm done with a car. I'm not a thief by choice, it's just because humans are entirely disenfranchised. We have no rights, not to money, property, our own bodies or our lives. The only right the dispossessed have, of course, is the right and duty to fight for freedom.

PLEASE REVIEW, I WILL SEND A TEASER TO ALL REVIEWERS. NEXT CHAPTER IS

WRITTEN FROM CARLISLE'S POV!