Carlisle saw the terrified look on Esme's face and he felt panic rise in his own chest. "Wait, Esme! I can explain!"

She took off running down the dock away from him and Carlisle leapt off of his boat, running after her as fast as she could. Esme turned to look over her shoulder and saw him chasing her before another man that she hadn't seen or noticed stuck his arm out, clotheslining Carlisle so he fell hard to his back on the dock.

Esme screamed as the man knelt above him, and then called to her. "Hurry to my boat!" he called, "Is this kid after you? Go inside! We'll call the police!"

She didn't think and ran toward the boat that he pointed to, but immediately felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She'd had the talk about strangers as a child, and then again in a different manner as a teenager. Now, here she was on the boat of a strange man who happened to walk out from the wings.

Esme sighed and looked around the walls on he interior of the vessel. Photographs hung sporadically around; the first one she saw made her do a double-take. It was of Emmett; a candid shot of him walking into the gym. There was another of her and Carlisle talking closely on the dock. She knew it was the day that Emmett had scared James. There were several others, all of at least one of the four of them in the picture. There was even one of Esme's hat that was taken through the window of her car.

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" the man asked. He startled her, making her jump and Esme felt her throat tightened.

"Um, yes," she admitted. "Yeah, I'm in some trouble."

"Well, that's too bad," he went on, standing casually in between Esme and the door. Her eyes traveled down to the middle-aged man's arm. The tattoo on his arm matched the one she'd seen on the road the night they committed the hit-and-run. Didyme was artistically scribbled down his arm.

Esme studied him some more. He was definitely a fisherman, she could tell my his attire and the sheer fact that he had a boat in the marina. He wore slick, black overalls and had dark hair and pale skin. He could have passed for a vampire.

"You know, it being the Fourth of July and everything," he went on, "Kids like you should be out partying... drinking... running people over... getting away with murder... things like that."

There was no other confirmation needed. Esme knew she was trapped and in danger, immediate danger. "Aro," she said in a voice just above a whisper.

He smiled and spoke almost elegantly, though anger lingered beneath the surface. "Good. I see you've been doing your homework, too." He took a step toward her and Esme ran out of the room in the small cabin of the boat toward another little room. Her eyes focused on a window she was sure she could get out of and hurried over to it.

Aro entered the room and didn't both to chase Esme out the window. He hurried to the captain's quarters and quickly got the boat going so it pulled away from the dock. He knew getting her out at sea would be a fool-proof plan to seek his revenge.

Esme tried to remain calm. She kept her breaths even and took in her surroundings as she landed on the outer deck of the boat. Her first thoughts were to find the man who had captured her - Aro. She rose to her feet and when she didn't initially see him she looked around.

A flare gun! Esme's eyes lit up and she raced across the way to a small barrel where the gun was perched and held her arm up in the air. Before she could pull the trigger the boat suddenly jolted, causing her body to slam against the side as the gun was knocked out of her hand and overboard.

Esme regained her composure after the hit and looked up to see the smiling face of Aro behind the wheel of the boat. His grin was so evil that it made her stomach turn. She knew she was in big trouble, and so she looked over her shoulder to where the shore was getting father and farther away. A speck of hope filtered through her body when she saw Carlisle get into a small motorboat.

I'm so sorry, Carlisle... The thought crossed her mind but then she looked back toward where Aro had been. He was nowhere to be seen. Esme looked around and then saw a shadow beginning to emerge from the left side of the boat and so she ran to the right and hurried down through a door that led into the lower cabin of the boat where fish was stored.

As she began to close the top, she saw Aro's boots as he stalked her and reached down with a big fisherman's hook to pull at the handle from above while Esme pulled downward in a tug-of-war for her life. She screamed and felt the muscles in her arms begin to tighten and grow tired. Still, she never stopped fighting and eventually there was silence from above, a single loud thump and she heard Aro's footsteps thud away.

For whatever reason it terrified her. She wasn't sure why he would go when he had the obvious advantage in strength. Esme listened intently and eyed a door across the room. The handle on it shook with each step from above and the large metal lock was unlocked. She hurried over, now hearing the footsteps thud louder as they paraded down a short flight of stairs. She struggled but managed to push the rusted, old lock across to keep the door from opening.

A moment later the handle began to move up and down and Esme turned to run back toward the overheard door she'd come in through. Adrenaline poured through her body, but there was nothing she could do to break through the door.

He put something on top of it, she realized. Esme suddenly whipped around and saw the handle twisting and turning with more ferocity and Aro's muffled threats coming through the door.

She looked around the room and in the very back there was a small, square panel with a handle. Without another thought, Esme headed for it, grabbing the handle and throwing the panel up - it lead to another room. After a quick look over her shoulder she managed to get through the small space and into a room that was filled with ice. At the very top was another way out - a door or hatch that led up to somewhere.

Esme hurried toward the ice and tried to climb up through it to reach the door but there was too much; she was sliding everywhere. Her hands rummaged through the ice and at first she felt like it would get her nowhere until the ice began to crash to the floor with frozen fish. Her arms felt like they could fall off at any minute as she never stopped, barreling through without hesitation.

Without warning, something fell toward her - something heavy, big and ultimately familiar. Esme screamed when she recognized Rosalie's half frozen body as it slid toward her in the middle of the fish. She wanted to cry, but all she could do was scream and leaned back in the middle of the ice pile to get away from the horror.

Esme shuddered when her left hand landed on something that wasn't consistent - it wasn't ice; it wasn't fish. She glanced over her shoulder and pulled her hand back immediately from where it covered Emmett's icy, lifeless face. His eyes were still open but his skin was ice cold. She could have cried, could have vomited. Esme's senses were stripped from her for a moment and her whole world felt like it could have crumbled down. Her friends were dead, and she was next.

"Esme!" The voice came from above.

Her head snapped up. She knew it wasn't Aro. The voice was familiar, and she felt that same speck of hope from before. The terror still lingered and she feared for his safety. She couldn't bear to see him in the condition of her friends.

"Carlisle!" Esme called aloud. "Carlisle! I'm down here!"