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Grim Reaper's Release

When the gruesome murder of a pastor is mysteriously caught on tape, what will happen to the vampire race? Suddenly, the world knows about vampires. The Cullens need to get out of Forks. And fast. But what will happen when the Volturi wants to interfere? Or the Southern Armies? And, more importantly, who are these strange vampire twins? Photobucket

...I've been away for a seriously long time, haven't I? O.O

Well, I'm back with a new story and I still haven't decided if I should continue my other stories. A lot's been happening in my life and I'm sure my feelings on all of my other stories have changed drastically. Anyway, this is just an idea that's been floating around my head for probably a year now but I've never really developed it into more than just a smidge of an idea.

Just a few warnings before I continue: This story is seriously...morbid. It's not really a good story at all. There's violence, world domination, chaos, and the world kind of goes insane...but it has a happy ending! Promise!

Also, the chapters are gonna be really long on this. Like, seriously long. It's not that I want to get this done in less chapters or whatever, it's just that in each chapter, a few different character's point of view's on different things need to be included to add other factors of the story. I mean, if I had each new point of view a chapter, we'd probably be up to 50 chapters by the time I get to the middle.

That being said, I guess a few things you should know is that I don't know when I'll be getting new chapters up. I hope, with winter break here, I'll have this story done by the middle of February, maybe? I was planning on having this only 7 chapters at the maximum, but the farther I get into this story, the longer it seems. And, I hope, I'll be getting each chapter up each week. I've already written chapter 2 and 3 but I'm gonna post them weekly.

Next, I seriously need to thank my best mate Kira with this story. She gave me a HUGE idea for it and has been such an amazing supporter of all my stories from the start!

*breathes in relief* Alright, I think that's all for now. Now that I've gotten it all out, go read. I'm sure the story is much more interesting than my babbling. *snort*

8. Asylum

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Sam's Point of View

"We're going to try and rescue them, aren't we?" Paul asked, flatly. My jaw tensed at his question, I could hardly believe the situations we had been forced into. Either we travel across the whole country to rescue our allies, who are more like our enemies, or we stay here and allow the government to learn about us and then come knocking on our door with tranquilizers.

I huffed out a small breath. Unbelievable.

"Paul, give me a second to think things through," I murmured, not looking up from my lap.

"You gotta be shittin' me! You're actually thinking about this? Rescuing them? Rescuing him? Jacob's nothing but a damn asshole, he's not even part of this Pack!" he roared. A small growl came from Leah, who stood in the dark corner of the crowded kitchen. I almost gawked at her in surprise; since when did she care about Jacob?

"But he's my Alpha," Seth snapped back, "and he's still your friend and someday, he'll most likely be your brother-in-law." I had to hand it to the kid, he was good.

Paul opened his mouth and looked at him, trying to think of a comeback. I quickly resisted the urge to snort at his shocked face.

"Yeah, Paul, what would Rachel want? A husband who let her brother stay in captivity with the enemy or a husband who saved her brother? Oh, wow, I wonder which one she'll choose," Leah said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. Paul's jaw tensed and he slowly turned in his chair to glare at Leah.

He hissed and stared at her with absolute loathing. "Stay out of my damn business, girl. You know nothing."

"Alright, alright, enough! Paul, stop with the whole badass attitude, Leah, stop with the sarcasm," I ordered. There was a point where things got too far with the two Packs and sadly, the point had been reached just now. Paul rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest as Leah shot him a dirty glare.

"But, Sam, you're gonna help, right?" Seth asked optimistically. I sighed and scratched the back of my head, a nervous habit of mine. Saving them would mean all of our butts on the line, not just a few of us. I would have to leave Emily, not knowing if I would ever return, just like Quil, Jared, and Paul.

"We need your help if we're going to save them," Embry murmured softly. I lifted my head to gaze at all of them. Embry, Leah, Seth, and Quil. The members of Jacob's pack. They alone could probably save Jacob but with Leah in charge, I suddenly wasn't so sure. She was more wild and ruthless than any of them and who knew what she could lead them into?

"If we go," I began softly, "only some of my Pack will be coming. We need some of us to stay and watch the younger ones." Since last month when all the leeches were at the Cullens, the number of wolves in La Push had grown to 17, and several were as young as 10 and 9. I would not permit them to come with us, no matter what. They were way too young and inexperienced.

"Yes!" Seth exclaimed, jumping with his fist in the air.

"What!? Sam! Think about this for a damn second!" Paul snapped, standing from his chair. A large tremor ran down his russet skin and I growled softly.

I watched as part of the Pack stood in an outrage, words flying from their mouths faster than they knew what they were actually saying. The only people silent was a smug Leah, Seth who couldn't peel the smile from his face, Embry who was smothering his grin and Quil who was smirking.

"Enough!" I bellowed. "Calm down, all of you! We're going, no matter what. Now listen up," I commanded. Most of them fell silent, except for Paul who continued to mutter curse words under his breath. "Jared, Paul, you're coming with me. As for the rest of you, stay here and patrol. Just cause the Cullens aren't around doesn't mean a rogue leech could show up, especially if some know the Cullens and are looking for them. Will you guys be alright?"

Collin and Brady glumly nodded, disappointed that they wouldn't be coming. I didn't care though, they were too young for this but still experienced enough to be able to teach the younger ones.

"I'm not going," Paul stated. I turned my head, glaring.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me, I said, I'm not going. I refuse to put my life at stake for a traitor and a leech family." He leaned back, staring at me with a levelled gaze.

"Wow, I really wonder what Rachel will think of you now. You were even picked to save her brother and you refused. I wonder what she sees in you," Leah said under her breath. I reluctantly ignored her, staring at Paul.

"Paul, you have no say in this. I am Alpha and you do what I say you do and I say you come with us to D.C. No excuses," I said calmly. His jaw locked as he glared at me. Quil smacked him on the back and smiled.

"Cheer up, man. At least you'll be able to see a part of the country you've never seen before." Ah, Quil, he was one you couldn't get down if you tried your hardest. Paul shot him a dirty look as he snarled.

"Fine," he snapped, "but I won't enjoy one second of it." I nodded, that was expected.

"We know," we all said in unision and I laughed. Even Leah had a small smile on her lips as she noticed just how similar to a family we all really were.


Tanya's Point of View

"You have no clue how good it is to see you all. With the Cullens being captured, we didn't know what to expect," Zafrina murmured into my hair as she gave me a hug. I smiled sadly and nodded; yes, the Cullens. It was a shame what had happened to them and though I felt the need to help, I had to think of the needs of my whole coven. Though I knew Garrett was up for anything, even when messing with the United States government, I did not know about Kate, Eleazar, and Carmen.

"Yes, we understand. We were on the plane, though, when the information was released. Thankfully, we did not know about it until landing and even then, no one suspected us," I responded. She nodded, a curious sadness in her eyes.

"I just hope they are keeping that little one of theirs safe. The government shall be awfully curious of little Renesmee, I would assume," she said, her accent heavily affecting her words. I nodded in agreement, remembering the strong connection made between Zafrina and Nessie Cullen.

"Are the other covens here?" Eleazar spoke up, his hand intertwined with Carmen's. Zafrina nodded and I noticed something. Her sisters were absent from our small circle. After landing, we had run to Loreto and Zafrina had met us here, saying she would lead us to the covens.

"Oh yes. In fact, you are the last ones to arrive. My sisters are with the other covens, making sure no trouble stirs up. I am surprised, though, there are many more vampires in this world than I think any of us would believe possible." I cocked my eyebrow, I had heard of the other covens she spoke of on the phone when in the airplane but I knew hardly any information on them.

Eleazar looked genuinely curious as he nodded. "Do any of them have powers?"

Once again, Zafrina nodded. "I am sure of it, though the newer covens do not reveal them. I am afraid they do not trust us as much as I thought they would."

"Well, let's get over there, then. I'm curious to see these vamps." Garrett seemed incredibly excited and I laughed softly. Zafrina nodded and then we were off, running through the tropical rain forests. Colors blurred by and I saw sights I hadn't seen in centuries. The last time I had been in South America was in the 1500's. The macaws chirped loudly overhead and I was once again reminded of the silent beauty in which the forests contained.

They were so unlike Denali.

We ran over the damp ground, along crystal streams and flowing waterfalls. Everything was so bright here, I felt like if I was human, it would have hurt my eyes. Color burst from plants and animals scattered as we ran through, creating hardly any sound.

Soon enough, though, a small rustling could be heard through the forest. Murmurings of voices, even shouting. A rush of anticipation clutched me as I learned we must be close to the encampment of vampires. Suddenly, Zafrina stopped along the border around a large clearing in the middle of the forest. She coughed softly and opened her mouth, a deep rumbling echoing from her throat.

"Everyone, our last brothers and sisters have arrived. Please welcome the Denali coven," she said proudly, flashing us a smile. She moved out of the way and we all walked through into the clearing.

There were many, many faces I recognized from the large group; Senna and Kachiri, Zafrina's sisters, nomads of North America including Jasper's friends, Peter and Charlotte, along with a few other faces like Randall and Mary, then there was the Egyptian coven with Tia, Amun, Benjamin and Kebi, the Irish coven with Siobhan, Liam, and Maggie, the European nomads consisting of a fidgeting Alistair, Charles, and Makenna, and then I even saw the Romanians, Vladimir and Stefan.

The rest I had never seen before in my life. A group of people gathered around a fire gazed at us with hooded burgundy eyes and from the skins wrapped around their body, black and white stripes hinting at zebra and strands of fur reminding me of a lion, I guessed they were the Serengeti coven. Their dark skin was the color of the human delicacy, chocolate, and they were all beautiful. Braids of thick hair fell down the backs of the women and the men all gazed at us with protective eyes.

Then, there was a small group of people with more hawkish features. They had fur coats wrapped tightly around their bodies and their eyes were cautious. There were two women and one man, unlike the African coven with four men and four women. I quickly identified them as the Russian coven. Next to them was a coven of vampires in modern clothing, but intricate make up and looks. They looked frightened of all the vampires surrounding them and even though their bodies were petite, I could tell they were strong. The coven from Japan, with three men and three women.

And then, far in the back, was a coven fighting with a crocodile. I gawked in surprise as a man, large and muscular, snickered at the creature in his arms. They were in more outdoorsy clothing with looks ranging from Aboriginal to Caucasian. There were four men and only three women as they looked up, distracted from the crocodile momentarily. The bulky man who had been laughing shot me a gleaming smile.

I couldn't help but smile back.

Other nomads scattered the grounds, very few with topaz eyes and some with ruby.

It was the largest gathering of vampires I had ever seen of or heard of in my whole existence. Sixty-five. There were sixty five of us in total. It would have been seventy-five if the Cullens arrived, if, of course, they brought Renesmee's pet dog with them. I was in awe of all the diverse vampire covens, some were old while some were young. But one thing was for sure, all of us were powerful.

"There are so many," Carmen whispered, her eyes wide and mouth slightly dropped. Eleazar's brow was furrowed.

"El Volturi no sabe de todos estos aquelarres," he responded. The Volturi did not know of all these covens. I felt my throat constrict; where had they been hiding, then? I could see their diets varied greatly, some covens were split with topaz eyes and ruby eyes while some were complete vegetarians and others fed off of humans.

"We need your help." Kate stepped up, chin up and eyes bright. Everyone immediately stopped, staring at her with curiosity. Even I stared, what on earth was she talking about? Garrett shot her a nervous glance but she continued. "Our friends, the Cullens, have been captured. Now, I know many of you do not know them, but some of you do. They have been good friends to all of us and they need our help. Who will join us?"

I stifled the growl which had risen in my throat. This wasn't part of the plan! She was not supposed to ask these strangers, these covens in which we had never even heard of, for help! Immediately, murmurings rose from the crowd.

Peter and Charlotte began talking to themselves; Jasper was their very good friend. I had no doubt they would want to help.

"I do not understand," a man from the African coven stepped up. His words were heavily accented and his long hair was pulled back with a coarse string. "If they are vampires, like ourselves, they can get themselves out, can they not? Why do they need our help? I have heard of Carlisle Cullen and his talented family in legends. I have no doubt in my mind that they could fend for themselves." I sighed, this was exactly what I knew would happen.

Kate took a deep breath and I shot her a worried glance. Something inside me knew what this was about. Irina. Our sister's loss had hit Kate the hardest and I feared that she wouldn't be able to handle the loss of the Cullens.

"The government wants to recruit us." Her voice quivered softly and eyes narrowed at her. "They think of us as monsters, abnormal creatures who deserve the death penalty for simply existing. The Volturi is nowhere to be seen, they have deserted us in our darkest hour and left us to defend for ourselves. If we do not make a stand and help our fellow covens, the world will believe we are weak creatures who stand no chance against them." My lips stiffened into a tight, narrow line as I listened to her.

The Australian man, the one who had battled the crocodile, barked out a laugh. "I say we go!" A slight British accent clung to his voice as he spoke and I was, possibly for the first time, entranced by a vampire. "No harm can be done to us and I've been waiting for centuries to meet the infamous Cullens! If we do not stand up for our species now, what may happen in the future? Helping the Cullens is just the first step in regaining our numbers. We'll be stronger with them than without."

His coven backed him up, nodding with bright smiles and glimmering eyes. He shot a glance at me, his burgundy eyes searching mine, and grinned once again.

Alistair, the old cook, wrung his hands before him. "I am in for a bit of an adventure," he mumbled, to my extreme surprise. Alistair? Adventure? The words didn't seem to fit in my mind what so ever.

"If the Volturi show up, we are in," came a hiss from the general direction of the Romanians. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at their misty presence, like they were half here and half in another dimension.

And so then, slowly, covens began to agree. The Amazon coven came next, Zafrina's brutal cry of war echoing in the forests, and then the Irish coven. Soon, the Japan coven agreed, their voices soft and breezy as they joined our forces. Peter and Charlotte seemed enthusiastic as they said they would help and then the Russians were with us, too. Covens were joining faster than I could count and in a short hour, everyone in the clearing was on our side. The whole thing was miraculous.

"This Carlisle Cullen better be worth my time," someone murmured from the African tribe and I laughed. I thought of Carlisle as a close family friend, maybe even a brother, and to these vampires he was a legend. A myth, even.

The large, burly man from the Australian coven - one who's name I had yet to learn, I reminded myself solemnly - chuckled to himself and slapped the man on the back in a friendly gesture. "Oh, my dear friend, I am sure he is everything you expected him to be." I smiled, agreeing with him though I had yet to speak up.

Most of the vampires had left the vicinity to hunt as Zafrina and I mapped out a route. The Cullens had been taken to D.C., that I knew, but how could we navigate sixty five vampires from the middle of Mexico to the east coast? Especially if people had their eyes open, looking for anyone who fit the vampire bill.

"We could swim from the coast of Mexico to the Gulf," Zafrina offered, her massive finger tracing her idea. I pursed my lips, it was a possibility.

"Or possibly swim from the coast of Mexico and just go up the whole east coast." We could do it, I was sure. It would be simple to get past the coast guard and stay together in the ocean.

"Would any of you lovely ladies mind if I helped?" We both turned, caught off guard by the husky voice behind us. And there he was, the Australian leader who joined us immediately. He flashed us a warm smile, his burgundy eyes reflecting the light like rubies in the sun. Zafrina nodded absent mindedly, her gaze flicking back to the map.

He stood beside me - more like towering - and I could hardly escape the knowledge that he was...beautiful. My past with men wasn't precisely all that appealing. It was full of worthless sex and heated affairs with human men. But Kate had just settled down with Garrett and before her, Irina with Laurent.

I frowned as I realized I was the only one left. I was a stupid girl to think anything with Edward would ever work out anyway. Bella was, to my pompous disappointment, spectacular and I knew he would ever only love her.

"Ah, we are mapping out the route, are we not?" He questioned, his eyes narrowing at the map. Zafrina raised one brow and nodded, her eyes watching his every move. The khaki material that covered him was damp and smelled of the local streams, but I embraced it. The brown waves of hair that crowned his head dangled around his face and just brushed the lobes of his ears.

I shuffled my feet, feeling incredibly tiny next to him, even though I was above average height for a woman. "Do you have any ideas?" I inquired. He glanced down at me, his kind eyes sparkling.

"Quite a few actually, but first, I have been simply dying to learn your name," he stated simply, like he was asking if I could hand him the pen in which lay next to me hand or if we were discussing the weather. Zafrina smirked lightly as she turned and I tried to smother the giggle which threatened to escape my lips.

"Tanya," I volunteered. He nodded, as if in deep thought.


And so the man had a name.


Emmett's Point of View

Incredulous. That was what this was.

I watched with a snarl building in my throat as they led Rosalie away next, Edward still holding a sobbing Bella in his arms by the door. Rose shot me a worried glance over her shoulder and I straightened. I couldn't let anything happen to her. How could I when she was all I had in this life and I was all she had?

One thing about Rose that no one suspected was that she didn't need, nor sometimes want, any material things. All she wanted and needed was to be loved.

"Get your filthy hands off of me," she snapped at one of the guards and I smiled lightly. That's my girl.

A sigh escaped my lips as she disappeared inside the building, my last glimpse of her still replaying in my mind. If any of those disgusting male humans even so much touched her arm, I didn't know if I would be able to resist the urge to kill them.

"Emmett?" I looked down at Alice, who was awfully fidgety. I guessed her lack of visions had left her a worrying mess.

"Yeah?" I mumbled back, slightly distracted as they tried to peel Edward from Bella and take him inside. Well, Carlisle's plan had pretty much backfired. Where was the idea of going peacefully? Or the agents being respectful or whatever crap idea he had been thinking? It was a rarity that I thought Carlisle was dead wrong in a situation but...ok, really, you had to be pretty stupid to think everything in the past 24 hours had gone smoothly.

"I have a really, really bad feeling about this," she hissed, her tiny hands clasped tightly before her. I huffed out and patted her head lovingly.

"I know, kid, I know. This isn't what I thought would happen." I thought we would get past the border without a hitch. I thought we would be in sunny Loreto right now, wading things out with the other covens. I thought Rose would be in my arms, safe and secure, instead of being shuffled into some dirty cell.

I thought a lot of things - but none of them had happened yet.

Thankfully, Esme went quietly, God bless her dead heart. Her lip trembled, though, as she looked back at us. Bella, who had been forced to be taken to her cell early for she had refused to leave Edward, had already gone.

So that left Jasper.

"Keep in touch, man," I muttered sarcastically. He shot me an agitated glance as they tried to push him inside. Alice watched, with agonized eyes, as her husband was suddenly out of sight. Literally. Not only could she not she see him physically, but any visions of him had disappeared the second Jacob walked into our lives.

An agent approached me, gun raised, as if I would throw a fit like a four year old or...well, or if I would spontaneously decide to put my strength to use and kill them all. "Alright, alright. I'm going, I'm going. No need for that damn, worthless thing," I grumbled, glaring at the officer.

Personally, I was awfully insulted by the way were treated. I guessed they knew no better for the example set up in Dawson hadn't been exactly setting a great example for us. But still, it was like we were animals. Not to be trusted and highly dangerous. Like we were rabid beings with no personality or thoughts or even consciousness.

"Watch her," I ordered sternly to Jacob with a last glance at Alice. She rolled her eyes and Jacob nodded, eyes wide.

And then I had to leave. I strutted into the building, through the bullet proof glass floors and then through a long, linoleum hallway. So this was how it was to be in captivity. Interesting, I thought, as I gazed around at the barren walls. It was lonely in here and the unavoidable stench of death and fear stained my nose.

"Floor 17, Jim," I heard. Damn, that was a long way down. I was shoved into a small elevator and truly had to resist the urge to full on laugh as all the agents squeezed in around me, frightened to even put a foot between us.

I leaned against the elevator wall and flashed a smile. "I don't bite, you know. Well, at least, I won't unless I'm hungry." And with that said, and an added wink, I easily had all of the agents packed in with me in a frightened frenzy. Hell, if I was going to go through with this, I should at least have a bit of fun.

"Shut up, you," the leading officer snarled and I widened my eyes. The guy had some nerve.

The elevator doors opened smoothly with a soft ding and then - oh hell no. The hallway that stretched out before me was pure, blinding white. Outlines of doors were barely visible, with tiny windows to look through. You have got to be kidding me, I thought. It was like an asylum with its strong scent of anesthetic and bleach.

I whistled softly as they pushed me down the hall, the butt of the gun digging into my marble flesh. "Jeez, guys, you must all think we're awfully crazy to be locking us in these things." I glanced into the cells, almost expecting crazed victims of the government. Instead, I saw unneeded cots lining the walls of every cell with an unnecessary toilet. A grunt came from behind me and I rolled my eyes. Real talkative, I could tell.

"Right here, boys," an officer called out and I paused. In front of me was a holding cell, large and white just like the rest of them. A hand reached out around me and pushed an ancient looking key into the small lock and turned it. Click.

And the torture begins, I thought dryly.

The door swung open, a creaking sound flitting through the hallway. I gulped, though I knew I had nothing to be afraid of, and nervously glanced into the room. It was the same uniform room, the same four white walls with the same custom cot and blanket with God knows how many parasites living in it. I shakily placed my foot in and then felt a whack on my back.

"Just get in, we don't have all day." I bit back a sharp remark at the officer's snapping comment and instead placed myself into the freakish room. I had seen asylums before and, holy crap, the list of comparisons between this room and asylums kept building.

"One of the doctors should be down soon to check your vitals," the officer said in a disinterested tone. I cautiously placed myself on the bed, jumping up when the squeaks of the springs could be heard.

I nodded in response, eager to see the doctor's face when no heartbeat or pulse showed up. "Sounds good," I mumbled, standing and stretching, rejoicing in the panicked faces of the officers as they took in my size. Ah, sometimes being as big as I was an advantage.

"Eh, just uh, yell out if you-"

"Need anything?" I interrupted, completing the stuttering of the officer. He nodded, his lips momentarily pursing.

And then they closed the door. It closed with a loud bang and a click as they locked it. I sighed, somehow I had gone from being on top of the world just three days ago to being...in a cell.

I suddenly wondered if I could hear anyone and strained my listening. Two floors above, I could hear officers murmuring and the soft steps of a woman near by. They were precise and graceful and I knew it was a vampire. I knew Rose's steps and movements like the back of my hand and they didn't seem to fit.

Alice's steps were too light, so that narrowed it down to Esme or Bella.

"Esme?" I whispered cautiously, not knowing if I would get a response or not. Immediately, the steps paused. Was it Esme registering my call or Bella wondering if I was insane or not? "Esme? Is that you?" Oh, please, please let it be her, I thought.

"Emmett?" She whispered back and I felt like cheering. Esme it was. Was I good or what? I felt a surge of pride and immediately, almost as if it was a reflex, I felt a wave of self hatred wash over me.

I smiled; ah, my brother had a twisted sense of humor.

"Hold on, Mom!" I hissed. "I think Jasper's near by!" I ignored the sigh of relief that came from Esme above me and listened to what was occurring below.

"Jazz?" I called. "Jazz!" I could make out shuffling below me and made out the hesitant, but angry steps, to belong to my dear brother, Jasper.

"What, Emmett?" He murmured, too quickly. Well, it was perfect for me but too quickly for any humans. I grinned and almost bounced in excitement. It was times like these that I felt nothing but love for my family. Only us could still talk to each other through two floors of concrete.

"Oh, man, it's good to know you're alive," I muttered. He snorted softly.

"Yes, Emmett, like a force of FBI agents could take me down." I could almost hear the roll of his eyes and I laughed joyously.

"Who's below you?" I listened as he froze, listening as I listened to what he was doing. Before I knew it, I was acting like a little kid with my ear pressed to the floor, making sure I would catch any words that left his lips.

"Rosalie, I think...maybe Bella. Oh, no, it's Rosalie," he snickered out. I felt relief wash over me like a waterfall. She was safe, and in the hands of experienced Jasper. I pumped my fist in the air, gleeful.

"Ask if she's ok, alright?" Jasper grunted below me at my command.

"Emmett, I refuse to repeat messages to you and her like some pigeon. Just de-" I angrily cut him off, my eyes glaring at the ground as if I could see him.

"Ask her, Jasper," I snapped. He sighed, exasperated, as I heard him repeat my question. I listened as hard as I could, desperate to hear Rosalie's response and almost cheered aloud when I was able to hear a soft murmur respond to Jasper.

"Yes, Emmett, she's perfectly fine," Jasper muttered up. I mumbled a small ‘yes' under my breath.

After hesitation, I opened my mouth again. "Hey, Jazz, tell her I love her, alright?" I bit my lip, awaiting Jasper's next response to this.

"She says she loves you, too," he dryly told me. I smiled as I turned up towards Esme.

"Mom?" I whispered in a hushed tone. I tapped my foot, waiting for her to reply.

"Yes, dear?" Ah, it was so good to hear her voice.

"Who's above you?" I asked, suddenly curious. If I was on Floor 17, Esme must be on 19 and Jasper on 15. The building extended upwards, too, so they must have kept a few floors empty.

There was a brief pause as Esme hesitantly asked if anyone was above her. I listened in, hearing a deep rumble respond. I blinked; it was too low to ever pass for Edward and though Carlisle's voice was deeper, it wasn't this deep.

"Jacob's above me, dear," Esme whispered back. I gave a small ‘hmm' and nodded. If Jacob was above her, he must be on 21. "No one is above him, Emmett," she added a second or two later. "Do you know where Carlisle is?"

"No, I don't. So far I only know it's Jacob, you, me, Jasper, then Rosalie. Hold on, I'll ask Jasper who's below Rosalie," I responded, turning back to the ground. I was sure if an officer looked in the scratched window in the door, they'd think I was insane. There was no way they could hear Esme or Jasper, where as I did.

"Jazz?" I hissed. He grumbled softly.

"What?" He asked, irritated.

"Who's below Rosalie?" I stressed the words just in case he was having a problem hearing them. He took an exasperated breath.

"Emmett, I can hear you just fine. Stop acting like an idiot. And as for who's below Rosalie, we're finding that out now. Hold on." I thanked him quietly and then waited. Patience was never a talent of mine.

Finally, almost two minutes later, Jasper's familiar voice wafted up to my ears.

"Alright, Em, we got it all figured out. Ready?" I grunted, like I was about to record it all, which was stupid, really, since I could remember just about anything.

"Shoot, Jazz," I murmured.

"Below Rosalie is Edward, then Alice, then Carlisle, and then Bella," he stated simply. I nodded, that was just about everyo - oh no. Oh, shit no.

"Jasper?" I snarled. He sighed in response.

"What, Emmett? You know, the guards are going to get pretty suspicious when they hear me whispering to no one." I rolled my eyes and bit my lip in worry.

"Where's Nessie?" I asked. There was a brief, long pause underneath me in which all I heard was Jasper's breathing, going from slow and steady to fast and reckless. Don't tell me they took her, I prayed, though I had lost belief of there being any God. Just don't tell me they took her away.

"Ah, hell," Jasper moaned quietly.

I closed my eyes briefly, rage pouring from me so fast, I was sure Jasper was having a hard time restraining himself. I stood, fists flexing, and before I knew it, there was a large, round dent in the one wall.

They had taken her.