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Disclaimer: Okay, so I'm walking around in a store trying to find the right kind of cereal, when I look up. And see a sign. On the ceiling. It reads: "Warning. Do not walk on ceiling."

My first thought is, "How the hell did they get that up there?"

My second though is, "Hey, I found my cereal!"

My third thought is, "How the hell am I supposed to get up to the ceiling so I can walk on it?"

Because I have a strong addiction to breaking the rules. Yes, I own Twilight.

Just kidding! Jeez!

We pulled up to a building that looked like warehouse. There was no telling where he got the building-perhaps he had owned it the whole time, perhaps he was borrowing it from one of his special "friends".

Who knows, maybe he got it just for me.

I debated briefly the possible outcomes of an attempted escape once the car stopped-or even before-but decided I had no chance. I could quickly be outrun.

Or they could just shoot me.

I obediently climbed out of the car, and waited for Damien's henchman to come around and "escort" me.

"Go," the man said, suddenly appearing at my side. He pushed me in the back with what I was now sure was a gun to propel me in the right direction.

We came to the door, and Damien's cronie fished around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a key. He inserted it into the keyhole and turned, a dull click meeting my ears as the door unlocked. He pushed me in roughly, and I stumbled inside.

The room was completely barren, save for a dirty mattress in the corner, and a door directly across from me that ked to an unknown location.

I turned around as the man slammed the door shut, and another quiet click sounded, telling me that the door was locked once again.

Having nothing better to do, I turned back around to begin the exploration of my prison.

I walked over to my mattress, and kicked it. A cloud of dust drifted out of it, hanging in the air. Walking over to the door I had identified a few moments ago, I put my ear up to the cool metal. Nothing. Whatever was on the other side was either inactive at the moment, or completely silent, as far as I could tell.

I pulled my face back from the door, and tried the knob. It turned slightly, but jarred. Locked-but should I really have expected anything else?

I walked slowly back over to the mattress so I could contemplate my new predicament. I had just sat down when I heard voices. Another dull click, and the door was unlocked.

"So," Damien said, walking in and shutting the door behind him, not bothering to lock it. "How do you like your new home?"

"This isn't my home. And it never will be." I growled, my anger suddenly returning with a vengeance.

He laughed coldly. "I think you'll be singing a different tune in a few months, Miss Cullen." He sneered.

I blanched. A few months? Surely he wouldn't keep me that long. He couldn't. The police would be searching, after my family alerted them of my sudden disappearance. If they could find this place, there would be evidence of what Damien had done, no matter what state I was in.

Had they even noticed I had disappeared yet?

When would they come?

Would they come at all?

Yes, they would. I was sure of that-I would not let my doubts be my downfall at the hands of Damien Chace.

All of this, whether my questions could be answered or not, was Damien's fault.

I stood from where I had been seated on the dusty mattress, anger flashing in my eyes. "What makes you so sure I'll be here that long?"

"Do you still think they're going to come for you? The only reason they took you in in the first place was out of pity. They took you in because of me."

"No, I don't think they'll come for me-I know they will. And maybe they did pity me at first, but you know what? They love me. They are my family, more than you ever were!"

That pushed him over the edge. He grabbed my hair and pulled up, my feet nearly leaving the ground. He spoke softly into my ear as my face contorted in pain.

"Remember this-I was your father before Carlisle Cullen was."

He released his grip, effectively dumping me on the hard, concrete floor, and turned, walking away from me and towards the door. Once he closed and locked the door behind him, I crawled back over to my mattress and fell into a deep, troubled sleep.