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second before striding in. White blankets covered all of the furniture. I stood in the doorway a second more to get over my confusion.

I knew there had to be a hint somewhere. Where would it be, though? Ah ha… There. On the table beneath the blanket a piece of paper played peek-a-boo with me.

I half-ran to the table and yanked it away. I opened it and read in Dallas’s elaborate handwriting the following:

To whomever finds this,
I have been kidnapped and told to write this in case anyone wishes to pursue and attempt a rescue for me. My captor is Kasy. He will set me free if and only if he receives Misty Marie Rose as his wife and lover. If anyone wishes to hand her over, alive they shall be handsomely rewarded. In gold or whatever is desired.

Sincerely,
Dallas

P.S. If this is Misty, please rescue me. I’m sorry for the past and I wish I could undo it. I regret everything, just please save me! Please!




I was in shock. Why would Kasy do this to me, or Dallas? After practically pledging his love for me. But how could I love a demon when I am head over heels in love with an actual man? And don’t even think I’m talking Dallas. My one true love is Jacob. However, I haven’t seen him in around six months. The memory of him still brings tears to my eyes.

“Jacob. Jacob,” I whisper in agony. “Jacob, where are you? You would know what to do in a situation like this. I don’t. You’re so much stronger than I ever hope to be. Where are you? I need you right now.”

I continued to plead with him to show up in my head. I missed his medium length light brown hair that he was always trying to grow out, his silly little jokes, and most of all his intense golden brown eyes. I love those eyes and dream of them often. And his voice… GOD that voice… I need to stop. He’s not gonna show up. Hell, I don’t even know if he loves me. Or if he knows that I love him. Hmmmm.

I flip open my cell phone and dial his number. Ring. Ring. Rin-

“Hello?”

I gasped and almost dropped my phone. He anseered his phone! He had actually answered it!

“Hi. Is this Jacob?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yes. Who is this?” He asked in that dreamy voice of his.

“Jacob, it’s me… It’s… It’s Misty…” I say very quietly.

There’s a long pause and I start to hang up, thinking maybe he didn’t remember me. The idea cut me deep.

“Misty? Is this really you?”

“Yes, Jacob. It’s really me,” I said.

I sighed, relieved that he remembered. Maybe he does remember, but does he want to?

I thought. That’s an absurd thought,

I tell myself. Of course he would want to remember you. Why wouldn’t he?



“Because you broke his heart, Misty, that’s why.”

 

 

Gizmo’s voice entered my mind gently.

How do you know that? How could you possibly know that? He said it didn’t matter! He said that it didn’t hurt him, what I had become. That it was my choice! It was my life. He said he just wanted me happy. He said he would do anything for me. Stay away, stay and support me. He even offered to become my Follower. My human blood bag.

I shudder at the thought.

“Misty. Look deep into yourself. Do you honestly believe that he wasn’t heartbroken about letting you go? Do you really, truly believe that?”

 

 

Gizmo said in a maddeningy patient voice that made me want to scream.

“Jacob, please forgive me. I know it’s been too long. I know that you probably don’t want a single thing to do with me. I should have stayed and been happy with you, but I didn’t. I had to go off and explore. Give into my adventurous side. I should have-”

“Misty,” Jacob interrupted me.

“Please let me get this off my chest. Please?” I interrupted his interruption.

He took a heavy breath and gave a mumbled, “Ok.”

“I should have been with you. Because… because I love you, damnit! I love you, Jacob and I always have. Ever since that summer when we were little kids and you were picking on me and shoved me into the lake and then ran away laughing. I've loved you forever. And I always will. The question is though, do you love me?" I asked hesitantly, fear coursing through ever fiber of my body.

"Misty, I can't do this right now. All this is gonna do is hurt you," he sighed.

"So, what you're saying is... is... is... that you don't love me?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes.

"No, Misty. I don't love you."

I dropped the phone and took off blindly, running into the street and not stopping even when I heard Gizmo calling me back.

Caught


I'm still running when night falls. I race into an alley unprepared for what is waiting for me. In my hurting state, I hadn't searched for any dangerous or threatening scents.

I'm not paying attention until I run into them. I'm caught in a net. I panic and start screaming for help. Pedestrians can't be that far away,

I think. Surely SOMEONE would hear my screams and come to my rescue.

I'm trashing around in the net, when someone untangles the thick ropes from around my body.

I gaze up fearfully into clear blue eyes. My heart stops when my eyes adjust enough that I can see his face.

"Dasan?" I whisper.

"Silly girl. I am John. You think that I am that sweet, innocent bloodsucker with a heart? No. I may look like him, but I am no where near being him," he said with so much rage that he was spitting.

I glared at him and he struck me across the face.

Oh, come ON! How many times am I gonna get hit this week??

I thought.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"Well, now that is an interesting question. It's not what I want FROM you. It's what I get FOR you. Because you see, stupid girl, there is a price on your head. Whoever hands you over gets rewarded."

"And who, exactly, do you plan on handing me over to?"

"Oh, I don't plan to hand you over just yet. I plan on dragging this out. She didn't say you had to be in top condition. Just alive." He reached over and gently plucked at my loose blouse. There was a rip down the front of my shirt and he could see the pale, smooth skin of my stomach.

My breath caught in my chest as he struggled with the button near my throat. Right as he got it undone and began to lower the tattered mess from my shoulders, something knocked into him. I screamed in shock and fright that someone else was coming to join in on the torture.

A hand reached down to me and pulled me into the safety of his arms.

"Get on," he said gruffly, gesturing to the motorcycle which is what had knocked into John.

I gratefully grabbed the helmet on the back and slammed it onto my head. My breath left me in a "Whoosh!" as the motorcycle took off. I barely had time to wrap my arms securely around my saviors waist.

The motorcyclist sped away as fast as his machine would let him. Only when we were a safe distance away, did he come to a stop.

"Get off." He said, his voice slightly distorted because of the heavy helmet he was still wearing.

"What? Why did you save me if you were just gonna drop me off in the middle of no where with no way to get to actual safety?!" I exclaimed.

"I saved you. That deserves a thank-you. Which I am yet to hear."

"Thank-you," I blurted out. "But who are you? How did you know where I was? Why did you save me? Do you know who I am? WHAT I am?"

"Yes, Misty. I know who and what you are. I know everything about you. I knew where you were because I was following you. I saved you because... Never mind. All that matters now is that you are safe and that I have done my job. If you take this road and keep going straight you will see a little dirt road off to your left. Take it. It will lead to the backdoor of Ashley's and Gizmo's safe sanctuary. You will be safe there."

Without thinking, I reached over and yanked off his helmet. I fell backwards as I gazed into intense, golden brown eyes and fainted for the third time this week.

"What Were You THINKING?"


Darkness surrounded me when I was finally able to get my eyes open. A slight buzzing off to my right told me that I was in a room. I forced myself to stand.

Why had I fainted?

I though.

Then I remembered. Those eyes. The ones that haunt me and fill my dreams and thoughts everyday. The ones I longed to fall into, time and time again. And when I least expected to see them, there they were. In the face of the man who saved me.

"Jacob!" I screamed, stumbling towards what I thought was the door to freedom. It turned out to be a closet. I tripped backwards and was caught just inches from falling to the ground.

"Jacob?" I inquired. "Is that you?"

Silence.

"Please answer me. Who are you? Why am I here? How did I get here? Why is it so dark? What is going on?"

"Misty," I hear him start, and then his voice falters and he sighs. "Misty, you have been through so much lately. Discovering who you are and trying to get your questions answered. And I know I'm not making anything better. Please forgive me."

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