A/N: Last chapter might have been a little confusing, so I'll try to explain it all here. I like Colby's POV more, it just flows.

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COLBY THOMAS BLACK

She sat up a little in her bed. Her face was pale, her breath still a tad shaky. She closed her eyes for a second, then looked at me. "This will sound crazy."

"I don't care," I said, "I believe you. Just tell me what you remember."

She sighed. "I did run out of the mansion after I heard all the..shrieks.." she trailed, "I went down that huge tree and just, ran. You know, like you always talked about it. Whenever you're distressed you ran, it's what you do. So I thought I'd give it a try."

Right before she left the mansion, I had heard Edward tell me what Frederick was thinking, in low murmurs - too low for a human ear to catch. He told me none of what he said was true, that Allie's questions for him triggered thoughts he had intentionally blocked from Edward. The Volturi's death was never leaked, it was never their goal to get me, or any of us, to take lead of the vampire community. All of those months were part of a plan that only targeted one person.

Alison.

When Edward confirmed that Frederick had no idea why they were after Alison, and he was just following someone else's orders, I mentally told him to take her upstairs. Neither I nor any of us needed any further motivation to kill Frederick, especially that him being alive would not benefit us in any way; his mate was dead and he didn't have any information. We couldn't even use him as bait or blackmail. Everyone but the humans heard every single thing Edward said. Esme and Bella took the humans out while the rest of us handled Frederick. It took me a while to focus on the whereabouts of Alison, especially that we had to burn the body afterwards. That was when we realized she was missing, and her window was open.

"What happened next? How long did you run?"

"Half an hour, more or less," she said, "I got tired so I lay down on the grass for a while, and then I tried to call for you, but you wouldn't answer," she swallowed, "Instead, I found another wolf."

Another wolf?

How?

The whole pack was there with us at the time. Hell, even her father was. I phased around that time and had access to everyone's minds - no one had seen her, or contacted her. "Who was it?"

"Dad," she murmured, "I think."

I frowned. "No way it was him," I said, "He was with us the whole time, looking for you. Before that, too. Did he phase? Did you actually see your father?"

She got a little paler and her heart sped up. "N-no.."

I patted her shoulder, "It's okay," I said, "Calm down, we'll figure it out."

She grimaced. "He looked so similar though," she said, "He had the same fur, but.."

"But?"

"Come to think of it, he looked so old. I mean, as a wolf, he looked so big and..old.."

"But we don't age," I pointed out, "There's no way he was an old man. Unless he stays in his wolf form for long periods of time. Like, years at a time. He could get older as a wolf that way."

She shrugged. "I don't know, really," she said, "He was covered with blood, and there was someone else with him. I don't know who it was. I couldn't..see very well.." I raised an eyebrow at her, "I was sort of, um.."

"What?"

"I had a panic attack. Like the one I had the other day. Like the ones I used to have every now and then. The ones we thought Jemma caused."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I had to remind myself that she was right in front of me, stable, and safe. I would keep her safe, and no one was ever going to lay hands on her or cause her that kind of pain again, not on my watch anyway. She's okay. She's okay. "Did she tell you anything?"

She took a deep breath. "She told me to move away from my father, and stay away from Mom and her child. She said, since I chose to stay around you, I couldn't be around them, and that it was my last warning."

"Allie," I whispered, my hands on both sides of her cheek, "I need you to focus for a minute. Did you recognize her voice? Was she a relative somehow?"

She shook her head, "No, she was a vampire."

Who could she have been? Why would she tell her to stay away from her parents? Who was the wolf, outside our pack? Why were they both together? None of this made any sense whatsoever. How was I supposed to protect her from someone we didn't know? But, if they were that close to her when she was defenseless, and they wanted to hurt her, wouldn't they have done that already? As much as it pains me to think of it, it was true: they had all the chances in the world to hurt her, but they didn't.

"What happened next?"

She smiled. "I woke up and found a sourpuss walking into my room."

I cracked a smile myself, "You don't remember anything that happened in between?"

"Nope," she said, "I blacked out, couldn't feel a thing. I don't even remember you finding me or me being brought here."

I sighed, stood up and kissed her forehead. "Okay."

"Do you believe me now?"

"Of course! I would nev-"

"Don't kid yourself," she sighed, "I know what you thought earlier. Justified on some level, but not cool. You could've given me the benefit of the doubt, I'm not completely nuts, y'know?"

I smiled at her and stepped out of the room. There had to be a meeting, right now.

ALISON ANDERSON

As soon as he left the room I put my oxygen mask back on and relaxed my muscles a bit. I didn't think it was absolutely necessary that I have the mask on but it was very refreshing- sort of addictive. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head. The next thing I knew, it was morning and Carlisle was waking me up to check on me. He said they needed to run some more tests before they could release me, to make sure the drugs hadn't done any permanent damage. I asked about my parents, but he said they were unable to reach either of them. Before he left, he told me someone from the Psych wing will be dropping by to talk to me, as well as a social worker. I groaned. "Seriously?"

He smiled gently. "You're only thirteen, Alison," he said, "It's standard procedure. Your uncle William's here, and you'll be staying with him after your release until one of your parents can be found." He tilted his head sympathetically, "It's going to be fine; everyone's here for you."

I blinked. "Everyone?" He nodded. "Oh boy." I sighed. This was never going to end.

Renesmee dropped by a while later to coach me a good story for both the psychiatrist and the social worker. We agreed to tell them that a friend of mine gave me the pills and I took them because I was depressed about the divorce - that I wasn't trying to harm myself and was unaware of the consequences, and that I just wanted to 'get high', for the first time. We both thought this would be the least damaging scenario.

After I met with both, and had them run every possible test known to man, I slept the rest of the day off. Every now and then I would wake up to Colby or uncle William sitting beside me, or a tray of -seriously nauseating- food beside me. I was really surprised by how sleepy I was; I usually wasn't like that. It was scary not knowing what had happened to me, what I'd taken, or how I did. I kept going in and out of consciousness, barely keeping track of my surroundings. One of those times I was semi-awake, I heard Carlisle and Colby talk.

"What did the tests say?" Colby asked.

"She had a huge dose of Lithium Carbonate," he said, "It's a mood stabilizer. It makes sense with some of the symptoms she showed, but not all."

"What do you mean?"

"It may have caused the shaking, the sweating, the loss of consciousness eventually," he explained, "But it doesn't explain why around fifteen hours of her day completely disappeared. Lithium Carbonate could cause memory impairment but there's no evidence she's been taking it for a long period of time. And even if that was the case, she should regain her memory after it's been out of her system," he said, "The tests showed slight abnormalities with her blood, but it's nothing I've seen before."

"Abnormalities?" Colby said, "Is she sick?"

"No, I don't think so," Carlisle said, "But there's something off about her blood. Just like how it is with yours, your sister's and your mother's - it's not completely normal, but no one can actually point their finger at it."

"Are you saying she's not human?"

Carlisle sighed. "I can't say anything for sure," he said, "But everything else about her is completely normal - human. I think it just has something to do with whatever happened two days ago." He paused. "I think," he said, "If we can get her to talk to Edward for a while something might trigger her memories."

I was fully awake by then, but my eyes were still closed. "I think we should give her some time to heal," Colby said, sighing.

"I agree," he said, "I'm releasing her in the morning, but I think we should observe her some more. Talk to Embry about her staying with them for a little while; I don't think her uncle would mind."

"Could you please stop talking about me as if I wasn't there?" I murmured, "For the love of God."

"Can you hear me, Allie?" Colby asked, confused as if I were deaf.

I rubbed my still-closed eyes. "You're standing in my room - of course I can hear you, dumbass."

A minute later I heard the door open and felt Colby's warm hand on my cheek. "I was standing at the end of the hall - there were two doors between us. How did you..?"

I was too exhausted to think about it. "Just stop talking about me." I yawned and drifted to sleep once again.

COLBY THOMAS BLACK

I made it my life's mission to find out what exactly happened that day. Her heightened senses and lack of memory made me ask Carlisle to taste one of her blood samples, as unpleasant as the thought was, just to see if there were any trace of venom inside. I knew I would be able to smell the venom, but I had to make sure. There wasn't any trace of it. I had no clue where to search or how to begin, and we were back to square zero.

I sat in the driver's seat of my Ferrari, waiting for Embry and Allen, his brother-in-law, to bring down Allie's stuff. I found Embry rushing to me, his hands empty and his face unreadable. "Colby!" he called, "You have to see this!"

He handed me his phone. "What's that?"

"William just sent this to me," he said, "Just watch, it's what the police found before the Missing Person's case for Allie was closed."

I pressed Play. The video was obviously a security footage from an ATM near where Allie was found. It was a quiet scene - just a couple of people walking by, until a small, slim figure showed up. She was wearing the same clothes as Alison that other day. She had a little orange bottle in her hand that she kept shaking nervously, then she approached the ATM. She got out a card and slid it in, typing the security number, and got out some cash. For a brief second before the video ended, she looked up at the camera.

Her eyes - they were golden. Her normally-ocean-blue eyes were shiny, topaz eyes. A shade so close to that of the vampire side of my family.

"What the..?"

"I have no idea," Embry said, "Is that even her? I mean, it could be - I don't know.."

"Did William say whose account she was getting money from?" I asked. She was way too young to have her own account. "Or if she made any other withdrawals recently?"

He sighed. "Apparently," he said, "It was her mother's account. William didn't mention anything about previous withdrawals though. But, look at her eyes!"

"I'm as confused as you are," I said. Even more than confused, my mind was running marathons trying to piece things together, "But hasn't her mother gone a-wall*? No one has been able to find her for a couple of days, and I don't think Allie had her mother's card the whole time."

Embry stared at me for a minute. "Fuck. Do you think..?"

Do I? Do I think she might have somehow hurt her mother? Do I even know what the change in her eye color means? Or her abnormal blood? Was the bottle she was holding that of Lithium Carbonate pills? Did she take them herself?

I suddenly felt like I was dealing with someone I didn't know at all. Not my imprint, not my Allie. Just someone whose identity I couldn't recognize. Of all the scary things I have ever seen in my life, this was the scariest. Even through the darkest times of my life, I have never dealt with anything I simply couldn't understand. Being raised in a family of well-educated immortals made that hard to happen. But, this. This I'd never heard of. In the few months I'd known Alison I'd never felt so distant from her. Even when I was away, there was this connection - by the laws of imprinting. I always felt her. I always understood her. But this time, I couldn't. When she was conscious and maybe in another form I couldn't feel her. I thought she was dead. She was completely locked away from me - her protector, her imprint.

A few minutes later she walked out of the hospital with Allen, who was helping her move. Even after three days of rest and medical care, she still looked like she'd been hit by a train - her eyelids were drooping, her stance weak. She clung to her cousin's arms for dear life. It physically hurt to see her like that. I got out of the car and helped her in. As soon as she sat down in the backseat and I closed the door, she closed her eyes and slept. I sighed and got back into my seat. Allen stayed beside her and Embry rode next to me.

I drove her to her uncle's house, where Mary had been waiting. Both Allen and William had work to do and Mary's mother had passed away years ago. As soon as we got her up and sleeping in Mary's old room, Allen left and, as soon as he did, Embry asked Mary to leave as well.

"Why?" she asked, "She's really tired - who's going to look after her?"

"Mary, please. For me, just go home," he said, "We'll take care of her."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "You have work at the garage and Dad won't really like Colby staying here with her, you know that! I may be pregnant but I can take care of her!"

I cleared my throat. "Embry's right," I said, "It's too risky. We don't know what she's capable of, or what she has done at the times she lost her memory," I flinched at the thought, "It's safer if you go."

She sighed, nodding. Embry's previously-tense shoulders relaxed a little. He had his hand on her back and they were ready to leave when the door to Mary's old room opened and Alison stepped out, huffing and fixing her hair. I turned around to see her leaning on the wall, her expression frustrated, her arms crossed - her eyes golden. We froze.

"I thought I told you to stop talking about me."

*a-wall/a.k.a AWOL: Absent Without Official Leave.

A/N: What do you think? I know, it's evil. But I'll update asap I promise!