Sorry for the wait guys; I'm taking a mini-semester right now and the workload is killer. But I felt bad leaving yall hanging, so here is a new update! I'll try to update as much as I can, at least until the mini-semester is over. Then it'll prolly go back to weekly updates. Until then, please review! Always loved and appreaicated.

Bella opened her eyes, wincing against the harsh, blinding light. At first glance the world appeared to be entirely white but as her eyes adjusted the truth came to light: white walls and a white floor and ceiling with a stainless steel table set before her. On the far side of the wall was a large, rectangle piece of glass that seemed to take up most of the wall, the other side was dark. And sitting before Bella on the other side of the table, was a woman. Her black hair was cut in a neat bob, brown eyes seeming to pin Bella to the spot. Her uniform jacket was a crimson red. "Wha-"Bella started as a feeling of panic began to rise in her chest; her wrists were tied the arm rests of the chair she was in, her ankles to the legs of the chair. She was barefoot. "What's going on?" Bella gasped.

"Do you know why you're here?"

Bella shook her head. God, she just wanted to go home! She wanted Charlie, Jasper, and her friends…her mother. Bella tried to move; a tiny wiggle she knew was fruitless even as the plastic ties nipped at her skin from the effort. "Who are you," Bella asked.

The woman regarded her for a moment, tilting her head to one side before she spoke in near flawless English: "My name is Min-Yung, a handler for Black Paradigm." At the look of confusion that crossed Bella's face, the woman- Min Yung- nodded. "Yes I am Korean. Black Paradigm is famous for quelling the vampric threat from the Land of the Rising Sun, but they're also well known for accepting anyone with a pulse to help combat the undead masses." Her lips curled upward into what Bella thought was supposed to represent a smile. If anything, it reminded her of a dog exposing his teeth. "Which is where you come in."

"B-But I don't know any-" Bella began.

"Where are the rest of the La Push wolves?" Min-Yung asked, her voice cutting Bella off in mid sentence. Min-Yung leaned forward, that hideous grin fading somewhat. "We were able to obtain two of the fleeing wolves from the reservation but the others have disappeared. Given your closeness with these …things…you should be able to give some insight as to how they think."

Bella could feel her anger beginning to rise at this woman. Where did she get off acting holier the thou, acting like everyone in the Rez were nothing but animals? Granted Bella wasn't particularly close to them save for Seth and (once long ago) Jacob. Leah while for the most part Bella had known her was a fairly decent person. And no person deserved to be talked about like that. Bella raised her chin, gulping. "Don't talk about them like that," she replied. "They're people too."

One thick, bushy eyebrow slowly began to rise. "Do you know," Min-Yung whispered, "what we can do to you to make you talk? As of right now Isabella Swan, you cease to exist. That means I can do whatever I wish to you."

"I don't know anything," Bella said again. "I swear to you!"

Min-Yung raised one hand and gave a quick, loud snap. The large window to Bella's side flickered on and Bella gasped. The window showed another room…an operating room. There were men there in white coats, poised over what looked like a young man that was strapped down to a metal operating table. To one side was a tray full of operating implements and a bottle of blue dye, but the whole sight of this mad scientist look wasn't what made her gasp. It was who was strapped down to the table that made her gasp. One of the doctors had moved, allowing Bella to see Seth Clearwater strapped there, eyes forcibly open, chest heaving as he lay exposed under the bright light. "Oh God," Bella whispered. Her voice sounded shaky to her ears.

"Clearwater isn't a true werewolf of course," Min-Yung murmured, turning her head to follow Bella's shocked gaze. "So he lacks the genetic healing power of a werewolf which means any damage we inflict will likely be permanent. I wonder, how much pain can his body take before you speak?"

"I don't know anything!"

The words had been ripped out of Bella with such force that it seemed to take Min-Yung back for a moment. But then she gave that hideous grin again. One of the men moved towards the tray, picking up the small blue bottle of dye. He moved with an antagonizing slowness that only caused Bella's heart to pound faster in her chest. "Please," Bella nearly sobbed. "Don't!"

Three drops were placed in each eye and then the screaming began.

Bella looked away, unable to witness it. But what little she did see was already in her mind: Seth's back arching as he struggled to get off, limbs shaking whether it was from the sudden pain or the need to transform Bella didn't know. But she couldn't shut out his screams: almost high pitched and wailing. She felt a warm hand caress her neck. "Look," Min-Yung's voice whispered, her breath tickling Bella's ear, "Or the next time it will be you."

Bella could feel her chair being moved towards the window, the screaming only intensifying now. Bella opened her eyes, her throat unbelievably tight as she watched them hold Seth down. Blue dye was streaming down his eyes- Oh God did they pour the whole bottle in? her mind screamed. "Stop it," Bella sobbed as she strained against the plastic ties. They cut into her skin. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know!"

Min-Yung snapped her fingers again and the men backed away. Seth was panting, his body racking with sobs. "Wonderful," the woman purred. "Now, how many allies do you have?"

Bella whimpered, suddenly hating herself for what she was about to do. How could she just turn in everyone like this? How? Easily- the echoes of his screams were still fresh within her mind. "Five," Bella said, picking a random number. She wouldn't feel so bad if she at least attempted to lie.

"And how many weapons do you have?"

None, her mind chirped and Bella shrugged. "A lot," she lied in an attempt to sound cool and casual. "I really didn't have time to count them all with all the shit that's been happening."

Min-Yung chuckled. "I think you're lying to me," the older woman sighed, "And I detest liars. Don't worry Miss Swan. We always get what we desire. Tonight, I think you should spend it with your friend."

Friend?

"Assuming he can still see that is," Min-Yung said with a gesture in Seth's direction. "And tomorrow, then the fun will really begin."

Bella's stomach twisted and it took all she had not to tremble. Oh God, she thought. Please no!

As it turns out, God wasn't interested in hearing her plea just yet.