Author's Note: Ugh, I hate making MORE excuses, but you've got to understand why it's taking me so long to update. When I get up in the morning, about 5:30a.m., I get ready for school and then I go to 1-Act Play practice until school starts. 10 minutes after school starts, I'm expected to be ready for volleyball practice and in the gym. Volleyball only gets out at five on Wednsdays and Pep Band Days - and we've still got to lift after practice - which takes over a half hour. On Wednsdays, as soon as I'm done with lifting, I have to make myself look presentable (Me after volleyball is not a pretty sight) and go to CCD until 8:00p.m. On nights that there is a home football game I have to play pep band for pre-game, (and have to get all my band stuff ready right after practice) work concessions for the first half of the game, and then play pep band during half-time. I don't have any study halls and I doubled up math (I'm taking geometry and Advanced Algebra this year), so when I get home I have to work on homework and then go to bed. On nights I have a volleyball game, we're required to stay for the varsity games so I never get home before 9:45, and usually not until about 10:30 or later. Then I go to bed and start over again.
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"Jacob. Everything is going to be all right," I assured him. I stroked his hand.
"Not likely. They must have been watching us or somthing. You know that even if we get out here somehow the Volturi will kill us? The Secret's out."
"No! It is not! They don't know what we are...!"
"Yet."
"And they won't." I would make sure - somehow.
He shot a dubious glance at me.
"I just wish you weren't involved. If there were any way I could make sure..."
Stop it Jacob. We're fine. It's only us, and neither one of us are vampires. They won't find out about vapires and the Volturi will have no reason to find us when we get out of here. I'm so much like you that they'll probably think I'm whatever you are and they'll never find out what you do unless you show them. All they know is that there's something weird about us.
"If you think they're not going to find out more, you don't know your parents. They've both offered to die for you multiple times. You really think they're going to let us handle this ourselves? You think they're going to-"
Jacob. I know. So we'll get out of here before then.
Jacob sighed.
"Whatever Nessie. Maybe. I guess."
And you might even walk again too. So don't worry about that.
"Probably not."
You don't know that.
"Yeah, well - Nessie, usually, I'm healed by now. I'd have at least made some progress. I can't move at all. Still! Remember when the we fought with your family against the newborns? Remember when the one crushed all my bones? Remember how, days later, I was perfectly normal again?! It's been hours, and I. Can't. Feel. Anything."
I turned away. I remembered. And I was very, very, worried about that. It would kill Jacob if he couldn't ever move again.
"You see?"
No.
Jacob sighed.
Then we heard the footsteps coming.
"I don't know."
"But it's so - unnatural! How is he alive?"
"I don't know."
The man let out an exasperated sigh.
"Some member of the FBI you are."
"Look, we've never seen anything like this before. I saw the video, and the girl and the boy are obvioulsy not totally human."
"Not totally human? Are you insane?"
Shhhhhh. I told Jacob.
"Sure, sure," he answered, and we listened to the rest of the mens' conversation as they neared us.
The lock clicked and the door swug open.
Two men entered the room.
One was tall and lean - in fact, he was the guy who'd led me into the trap in the first place.
I jumped up at an inhuman speed in my anger.
He jumped a little but otherwise showed no sign of surprise.
The other guy, the hospital owner, was short, heavy, balding, and sweating with nerves.
He stood behind the FBI agent.
"Scott Wilson, is it?" I asked, venom in my voice.
The man smirked.
"Indeed. May I ask how you knew that?"
"No."
His smirk became more pronounced.
I felt my blood boil.
I couldn't resist - a fraction of a second later I was right in front of him and I snarled.
This time he looked taken aback, almost scared, for a second - before his face, once again, showed no emothion.
"Nessie," Jacob growled, too low for the humans to hear, "I thought you weren't going to let anymore of our secret out."
I was at his side a second later, holding his hand.
I'm sorry. This guy is the one that trapped me and brought me here in the first place! I just lost my temper for a minute. Sorry.
But Jacob, apparently was not.
"Him?!" he asked, his voice furious.
The hotel owner was slowly scooted out of the room and Scott Wilson slammed the door behind him.
I glared at him.
"Are there any camera's watching us?" I asked.
He smiled, "Yes. I feel that you wouldn't attempt to do anything to me while there are cameras watching us. Am I correct?"
I continued to glare.
"It depends on how mad you make me."
"I see. Well, I'm not going to deliberately make you mad. I'm just doing my job.
I was close to him again.
If you knew what I was and what I could do to you, what my parents, and Jacob here are and could do, you would be cowering in fear. If not us, then, if you knew the fate which could await every human we were in contact with over the last 24 hours and ourselves, well, then if you didn't, you'd be a dead fool. Just know that it would be in your best interest if you let us go quietly now. The public doesn't know yet and they never have to find out.
He could, undoubtably, feel the heat radiating from me and Jacob. The room had to have been boiling to him, for I could see a bead of
"Show me," he breathed.
"Cameras?" I breathed back.
But then I heard a half-strangled gurgle come from Jacob's throat, and I was at his side again.
What's wrong?
"I-" he started. He screwed his eyes shut.
Jacob! What is it?!
He swore.
What?!
I started to feel a bit hysterical.
Why wasn't he telling me what was going on.
Then, suddenly, so suddenly that I jumped as well - Jacob's body jumped.
Jacob!!
And then his hands were bawled into fists and the knuckles were white.
He swore again.
And then he lay calm and unmoving.
JACOB!
"I'm fine," he grunted, "I think - I think it healed itself now."
I laughed delightedly.
Yes, Jacob, yes!
Of course, he wasn't fully healed yet. That would take a few days.
I beamed, before I remembered that there was someone else in the room, someone who had been watching us intently.
I spun around.
Indeed, there he sat, staring in his fascination.
And thus, I was taken from my moment of extreme hapiness and brought back to the ominous situation at hand.