A/N: Okay so I'm pretty positive that if there is anyone still reading this, that they totally hate my guts, right? Well...I'm so sorry and I've had this chapter done for months, but it just hasn't seemed right - even though I just figured that I would post it if there were any of you keeping up with the story. So, on another note, we decided to mix it up and do some different character point-of-views so we figured why not let everyone see what Theo sees? Let's see if you guys like it, if you don't comment it so.

-gbrowne

Theo

His hands shook terribly. There was no way that he would bar the windows and the doors to protect everyone from the girl he loved. It just wasn't going to happen. Her voice, her strained voice battered by the wind, whistled around in Theo's head. I hate you, she had said.

Theo's phone rang and his determination broke as he kicked the wooden planks so hard they broke. Billy was just going to have to hope that Echo didn't decide that old man sounded like a great entrée. His phone range again.

With an oath, he grabbed the phone and flipped it open, "Hello?"

"Theo? Is this your number? I wasn't sure because Mora gave it to me back when we first met and I never texted you to make sure. I mean, Mora swore that it was the correct number and I just assumed like 'yeah since Mora and Theo are such good friends then this number has to be right'. You know? I mean, I do that a lot—assuming things and I never stop to think and—"

"Thorn! You're rambling again. Is there something important? I'm sort of busy," Theo felt badly for being short with her, but he was practically in sight of a mental breakdown.

"Sorry," her voice sounded thick with tears and Theo instantly regretted his tone. For God's sake he had to sedate Nick again because he had tried something with a knife when he had woken up from his concussion. Theo grimaced.

He moved the wooden planks by the door and worked on just locking up the house as Thorn spoke, "I think Nick is going to wake up soon. I mean, he was going to change—with the full moon and all because…because Mora isn't here. I got him into the shed and he changed like he always does, but now he's coming to and you need to be there."

Theo snorted and ran a hand through his hair making it stand on end, "Are you freaking kidding me, Thorn? He hates me more than he hates himself. I'm pretty positive he's going to try to kill me."

Her face twisted and her voice was raw, "I can't face him on my own. I can't. I let Morana go and I knew she was going to die. I knew. I let it happen anyway because I love my brother and I wanted him to live."

"Fine," Theo shoved his hands into his pockets and followed Thorn. She breezed into the upper floor bedroom, drew the curtains shut, and went to sit beside her brother. He looked like hell. His black hair was tussled and Nick's skin was a sickly white, as if missing his other half had taken all the blood from his body. And, just above his collarbone, was the pink swollen mark where Theo had shoved in the injection needle. Theo felt sick and went to grab the bedpost for balance. How could he drug someone? How could he hold Echo and Nick against their will?

He was ruptured from his thoughts when Nick moaned, his muscles strained as he let a chocked breath in. His emerald eyes opened slowly to reveal bloodshot veins pulsating. Nick certainly did not look like Nick. He was a plastic photocopy lying dead on sheets.

"Nick?" Thorn brushed his hair away from his face and wiped away the sweat with a towel. Theo noticed the slight way that her hands trembled along with the anxious way she looked at him, as if he would wake up a werewolf. Theo paused, Maybe he would. "It's me, your sister, can you hear me?"

Nick was just staring upwards not breathing or making any noise whatsoever, just the raspy sound of breathing. His hand moved to smooth down his own face before he sat up abruptly. He wrapped an arm around his stomach and put his face in his hands.

"Tell me it's a horrible dream," Nick was turned towards his sister. He touched her shoulder blade gently. "It was a horrible dream, Thorn, wasn't it?"

Thorn said nothing; she just stared at her brother. Theo didn't move, he felt like he shouldn't have been there—him being the one who had left Mora behind.

"Thorn, tell me."

Her eyes were full of tears, "Nick, I—I can't."

Nick lurched to his feet, way too quickly for someone who had been continually drugged for days, and staggered past his sister to grab at the doorframe. "Morana? Morana where are you?"

Thorn's resolute silence cracked something in him. He grabbed at his ears and at his hair, "I can't feel her," his voice was on the edge of madness. "I can't feel her and it's…killing me. I just…I…just…have this sensation…of a horrible…blackness…that…it's trying to consume me. And I am not going to try to stop it."

"No, Nick? Listen to me, alright? You can survive. Why don't you come with me into the kitchen and you can eat something? I'll make you anything you want," Thorn said gently.

Nick turned to look at Thorn only to catch Theo's eyes.

"You," the tone was more than accusatory. Nick roared and flew at Theo, knocking the breath out of him. Theo struggled as Nick's hands went around his neck and pushed him roughly against the wall. "YOU! You took me from Italy and stopped me from protecting her! DO YOU UNDERTSTNAD WHAT IT IS LIKE TO NOT HAVE HER!" His voice dropped from rage to a snarl, "You do not know. But you will be dead before you understand."

Theo was sure that his face was turning blue while Nick, unaware of Thorn's screaming, pressed his hands tighter and tighter. Then Nick slipped and Theo there him on the ground and pushed him hard enough that his head slammed against the ground. Again. Again.

Thorn grabbed Theo and pushed him. "Stop," her voice quivered, "he isn't fighting back. Please." Theo looked down to see Nick just staring at the ceiling. His face wasn't bloody, but splotchy bruises had started to appear.

"It's okay," Nick was eerily quiet, "just kill me."

Thorn made a desperate sound in the back of her throat. Theo grabbed him by the arm and gestured to Thorn, "I'll get him downstairs. Put away anything that…" Theo's voice fizzled off: anything that he could hurt himself with. Thorn nodded, spared her brother a glance, and doubled down the stairs.

Theo thought of his mother as he wrapped an arm around Nick and half-carried him down. He thought about how his mother had laid down the exact same way except she was in a pool of water and her face was smooth and pale. Her limbs had been extended, her hair swirling inky in the water. She had looked like she was sleeping with her eyes open.

And Theo had believed it until she never woke up. Until his father kept staring at him and asking why he didn't save her. 'You knew she couldn't swim, Theo.' But I was six, Theo thought numbly as Nick shook violently.

Theo carefully put Nick down in the chair. Thorn had put down a map of the world and took Nick's hands in her own, "Nick. I think that Mora is alive and that I can track where Ciaus put her. There is something that I learned in my research, there is a way to separate two mates, but it is a grizzly process. Ciaus must have done that and had someone keeping her alive with…"

"With what?" Theo asked.

Thorn smoothed down her green knitted sweater and adjusted her pearl white scarf, "It sounds crazy, but I traced out family tree back to gypsies and I have reason to believe that I could be a gypsy of some sort. I think that Ciaus has a gypsy woman keeping Morana alive and there's a way I can track her."

Nick sucked in a breath and touched his sister's arm, "You know she's alive? You can find her?"

Thorn looked uneasily at Theo, "I think so, but it's just a hint. I found a way to track her by using one of her personal items." Nick watched her intently as she turned and grasped him by the shoulders, "Is there something of Morana's that she was really attached to? Or perhaps a lock of hair of hers?"

Nick squeezed his eyes shut, "She didn't own anything that she was particularly attached to, besides that old CD," a faint bitter-sweet smile appeared on his lips and vanished, "but that isn't enough."

"Nick," Theo said with certainly.

"What?" Nick asked curtly.

Thorn apparently understood then too. "No, he means you. Morana was attached to you. Maybe if I pricked your finger, since you had mixed blood, I could track her."

"Do you think that it would really work, Thorn?" Nick pushed up his sleeves and leaned his forearms on the countertop.

Thorn shrugged and pulled a small needle from the cabinet, "It's worth a shot. I owe her anything."

"We all do," Theo murmured remembering the venom filled I hate you from the girl with the tangled dark hair. He looked at the lock on the door and the thick curtains pulled tight on the windows.

Perhaps she would come back with no blood on her hands.

Perhaps she wouldn't. This world wasn't filled with miracles.

Nick pricked his finger over a white ceramic dish and a few drops of blood fell. Thorn poured the blood onto the map and began to meditate with her eyes shut, lips clenched.

"Is it working?" Theo whispered.

One of her eyes opened, "Theo!"

Theo sighed dramatically and sat down in the bar stool to her left, "Right, silence for the gypsy lady."

While she hummed, Theo's mind went back to the day when his father had left him with Billy. It had been a sunny day, rare in Forks, Washington, and the sunlight had glanced into the onyx sunglasses that sat perched in his father's grey hair.

"I'll be right back. It's just a business trip for a couple of days," he had said, the car window only halfway down. Theo looked at the picture of his mother taped to the sun-visor. She was laughing, her head thrown back and her perfect white teeth exposed. Her crystal blue eyes were shut, framed by lashes and the barest crow's feet.

Theo's father's eyes darted to the picture and hardened. Ever since her death, Theo had tried to stay out of his father's way. But, even after five years, the pain had seemed to worsen in his father until he resented Theo. Theo watched the car kick up dust before stumbling back to the porch and sitting there in the sun.

His fingers linked together around his knees as he wished…as he just wished that perhaps he would just vanish.

"Yes!" Thorn exclaimed making Theo jump in his chair. "Look, it's working." And it was, the blood was running to a destination until it pooled on the southern side of Forks, farther away from La Push.

Theo paled and licked his chapped lips. He felt sick again. He knew that destination; everybody who lives in Forks knows that destination.

Nick looked at Thorn then Theo, "She's in Forks? We have to go get her now!" He pushed to his feet and sprang for the car keys, "Why is no one moving?"

Thorn's fingers shook as she looked at the map and pulled another from her bag. She smoothed it out over the huge world map, ignoring the blood bleeding through the paper, and circled a destination in black sharpie.

"Because, she's still alive—the blood tracking proved it—but it says that she's inside of the commentary," Thorn panicked, "not even the newer one. The older one that's located practically an hour hike from Forks."

Nick turned in anguish and let his fist dive through the wood cabinets. He swore and yelled until he was simply destroying the kitchen. Wood laid on the ground in chunks and the wall was a massacre of spilled cereal and pasta.

"Are you telling me that he's keeping her in a cemetery? What if…oh, god…he tried to turn her?" Nick yelled and Thorn flinched.

"I don't know, Nick. I don't, know why he's keeping her there unless…"

"He thinks she's dead," the voice was cold and Theo turned to see Echo leaning against the doorframe, "and if the thousand year old vampire thinks she's dead—we're royally screwed." Her clothes were ripped, her hair was a mess, and thick blood coated her arms and was all over her face. Her eyes looked dark and dangerous, but there was a part of her that Theo could see now. The full moon was over and the cloudy sky was light, but there was still an edge to her that he had never seen before. She was masking some sort of panic and hiding it away, setting herself on finding her sister and nothing else.

Theo could see that her emotions were pushed down and that if someone pushed her too hard in the wrong direction she would snap. She watched them all like mice as they stared at her, Theo the first to step forward.

"Echo, are you alright?" His voice was tentatively tender.

A smile sliced across her features, "Are you asking if I killed someone?" A harsh laugh, "Does it look like anyone could survive with this amount of blood loss? I mean, Theo, seriously."

Nick pushed forward and for a second, next to Echo, they looked like twins of destruction with their bloody hands and dark complexions. "We have to find her now, before he does anything else," his voice was a growl.

Echo pushed her hair back, effectually painting her cheek red, "I'm on board with that and we need to go now. I have no idea what he's done with her or why, but I know it's not good if they're in Forks."

Thorn wrapped herself in a coat, handed one to Nick, and shoved rain-boots at Echo. "If it's raining, which it looks like is going to happen in the next hour, you'll need these," Thorn took a rag and wiped the blood off of Echo's arms and face. "They're Mora's, but I'm sure she won't mind if you borrow them."

Echo nodded and slid them on. Theo tried to catch her gaze, but she never met his eyes and purposely turned away when he went to touch her arm. His wolf was agitated, how could she treat us like this? Theo answered his own question; she hates you for what you did. Undo it.

Nick paced to the door and flung it open running headlong into the rain with Thorn tagging after him unlocking Echo's Jeep. Echo slid into the driver's seat, to Nick's protest, with Thorn calling shotgun leaving the backseat to Theo and Nick. While Echo drove, Thorn called out facts in a numbered list, "1. If Morana is locked in a stone above ground burial, there are tools in the trunk. 2. If Caius is there, he has no weaknesses, but try to get his head off his body. 3. If Morana is injured," Nick growled fiercely, hid hands clenching, "let me take care of her, I brought my medical bag. 4. If we need to go to the hospital, for whatever reason, I have a friend there so let me do the talking."

"Great pep talk, Thorn, " Echo groaned sarcastically. She pumbled a baby tree with a grunt and spun the car into a muddy path.

Theo almost smiled, "The vote of confidence is superb."

Thorn rolled her eyes and started shouting out directions, but we should have known it would take five hours to get there.