Hey guys, sorry for the wait. Been working on some of my other stories - I've started a marvel story, a Loki love story because let's be honest who doesn't love a bad boy.

I'll just carry on.

Let me know if you enjoy it.

Sam's POV

As soon as Paul had shouted for me I knew something was wrong. Him being linked to Bella meant he could feel her, he could sense her.

I ran to her house, faster than I ever had before. There were scents there, scents that I didn't know. Sniffing around I looked for any type of trail, but it was all to confusing. There were multiple scents here, all tangled together. It confused me. I had absolutely no doubts that whoever had Bella had done this on purpose so we couldn't follow them as easily. But they under estimated our link with Bella. We didn't need to smell her, we didn't need to be able to follow her as such. That was how the link worked. It meant somewhere, deep down inside us we could follow her.

What the hell is going on? Jared's voice trickled through my thoughts. My shackles rose at the thought of exactly what Bella was going through.

They've taken her. Paul snarled through his mind. A tinge of fear hit me. Jared's fear. Paul's fear. My fear, I couldn't exactly decide who's fear it was. All 3 of us were just as afraid as the others. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as Jared sprinted through the clearing by Bella's house. He automatically started sniffing around, trying to catch onto Bella's scent exclusively. A low growl rumbled around me as Jared got as frustrated as Paul and I that he couldn't pinpoint Bella.

Paul, you have the strongest connection with her at this moment in time. Clear your mind, concentrate. I spoke with the calmest, most authoritative voice I could muster. It wouldn't do any of us any good right now if we panicked, especially not Bella.

Got it. Paul whispered back, his voice fair more tranquil than I had thought was possible for someone of Paul's anger status. His waves of stillness rolled through me. He was relaxing every muscle of his wolf, he was releasing all negative energy and replacing it with something far more powerful. Wolves often found it hard to be so calm which in wolf form and stay four-legged; but somehow because Bella was in danger he was managing it pretty well.

As if someone called his name, Paul's big furry head snapped up, his eyes pricking forward as if someone had screamed for him.

This way. He bellowed as he lurched forward at full speed. Jared and I firmly on his tail. It felt strange not to be leading, not to be in front, but for Bella I would do anything.

The same dripping that woke me earlier from my forced sleep woke me again. I was back in the half lit room of the warehouse. The same dingy smell violated my nose. I crinkled it in displeasure as I looked around the room for the 2nd time. It was slightly darker than the last time I had been laid in here. It made me unsure of what time of day it was. Or night. I had no clue really.

We were in Italy. My head hurt. How the hell was I supposed to escape the grasp of 4 crazy, demented vampires and get home to the US. It seemed an impossible task. I assumed that Edward and the others hadn't used my passport to get me out of the country, especially considering it had taken them such a little amount of time to get here.

The cold floor beneath me was beginning to send shivers through my spine. I was freezing. Wrapping my arms around my knees and drawing them close to me, I let a single tear escape. In anger, I slammed my fist down on the ground and then winced as the pain bleed through me. Another tear. I sniffed.

"Please don't cry." A voice as smooth as velvet echoed from somewhere, but it was hard to pinpoint exactly where. It seemed to ricochet off all for walls of the warehouse. As soft and gentle as the voice was, I knew exactly who's voice it was and it made me want to puke.

Holding back my next tear, I gritted my teeth and stared into the darkness.

"Why can't you see we are just trying to do what's best for you?" I tried to ignore the voice again. I closed my eyes and pretended to be home. Snuggled up with Jared, Paul and Sam. The warmth of them radiating through me. But another sentence from the man in the corner shattered my daydream.

"You will forgive me." Without my permission, I snorted. How could he be so arrogant.

"Edward." I sighed his name. Not in the way I used to sigh his name. Now it was more of a tired moan. "I will never forgive you. And I will find a way to die before I come back to you." A chocking sound bounced off every wall. I'd obviously hurt him with my last sentence. There was only a tiny bit of me that cared. The biggest part of me literally couldn't care less. "I just want to go home." I was ready to plead. All I wanted to do was going back home, forget anything had happened and live my life as if I'd never met Edward at all.

A sigh slunk around the room, making the already chilling air seem even colder somehow. I pulled my legs further into me and squeezed my eyes shut for a second.

"Bella. Please..." Edward's voice seeped with need. It sent a shiver down my spine. Not in the way it used to. But now it was a feeling of revulsion. A small movement in the left corner of the warehouse captured my attention. Squinting, I focused on that one spot. Edward slowly crept into the small stream of light that fell through the accidently made sky light. His features looked older, they looked harder. In fact, any attraction I once had to Edward was now gone. All I could see was the life absorbing blood sucker that was trying to prevent me from making the choices I wanted to make.

"Please what Edward?" I shouted through the freezing air of the night. "What do you want from me?" His face crumpled with agony. I couldn't deny that seeing him this way wasn't bringing me pleasure. If he had just left me alone and let me live as I wanted to then I'm sure I would have been more than happy to think of him as happy, maybe even wished it upon him, but he'd tried to change me. Tried to change my decisions. And I just couldn't live that way anymore.

"I thought I was doing what's right for you by bringing you here. I thought I was protecting you." Bile rose in my throat. How could he possibly think that? Even for a split second. What in hell made him believe this was right for me.

"I am sat on a damp, cold floor. I am sore all over, I am worried. Charlie is probably worried sick about me. All I want to do is go home. What makes you think this is right for me? What makes you think you have any say over what is right for me anymore?" My voice trailed off as I began to sob. Up until now I was so strong. I couldn't take this anymore though. My entire body was shaking from the cold, from exhaustion but mostly from utter grief.

Edward stepped forward again, his face contorted by pain. I looked directly at him, into his eyes, pleading silently for him to understand. He took a deep long breath and pinched the arch of his nose with his thumb and fore-finger.

"They will keep you safe?" He questioned me, before taking the fingers away and staring directly back at me.

"Yes." I whispered my answer, knowing he could hear me. If he had been a normal human there was no way my throaty voice could have been heard, but he wasn't human. He'd told me this so many times. Why had it taken me so long to see that?

"And they love you? And care for you?" Edward asked. The pain in his voice detectable even by me.

"Yes." I answered again, this time stronger than before. Slowly realising my legs, I began to stand. There was a momentary pause from Edwards side.

"And you..." He stopped to swallow. "And you love them?"

With sheer determination, I stood up right and glared Edward straight in the eyes.

"Yes." I emphasised the word as much as I could. I loved them. I knew that. Edward took a staggered deep breath. His face broken, his breathing uneven. It was as if I had put a knife straight through his heart. A small part of me felt sorry for him. Surprise coursed through me. I didn't expect this reaction. After everything, I hated him, I knew that. But a small part of me, probably the part that used to love him, felt compelled to help him. The bigger, more dominant part of me refused to help him.

He was the reason I was here, uncomfortable, hungry, thirsty and alone.

"Okay." He whispered the word so quietly I didn't know if I had actually heard him speak or if I had made it up in my head. "I'll help you leave." He spoke louder now. There was no hint of playfulness in his words. I truly didn't think he was lying. A small smile escaped onto my lips, a tear dribbled down my cheek.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"This is what we are going to do..." Edward began as he took another step forward.

JARED'S POV

What the hell are we going to do now? Pauls thought swirled around my head. Both Sam and I had followed Paul and his instinct, we were fairly certain he would know where to take us, and we weren't wrong. But that didn't make the situation we were in now any easier. We'd run for a good few hours at top speed, before we'd hit the furthest border of America we could.

We all looked down at the sea water lapping against the rocks below. They threatened impending death if any of us tried to jump and swim for it. We, as wolves were good swimmers, but we didn't know how far away Bella was. Although judging by the rolls of annoyance and concern coming from Paul we weren't anywhere near close and now we were at a dead end.

There was some back ground noise in my head. Some of the younger wolves had phased and were running patrol but I'd become pretty good at picking out which people I wanted to listen to and which people I just wanted to 'zone out.'

And you definitely think she's in that direction? Sam questioned Paul as calmly as he could. We all knew he wasn't as calm as he was making out but there wasn't much else he could do.

Yes. Paul snarled back, obviously pissed off that Sam had the audacity to question him.

We'll have to rent a boat or something and keep going... I offered an idea. As absurd as it was. I didn't care. We just needed to get to Bella and quick. We had no idea where she was or the state she was in.

Paul's big furry head whipped around to stare me down.

Please tell me you are joking. We are wolves, not fishermen. He growled at me as his wolf bared his teeth. Instinctively, I bared mine right back as my hackles rose. The fur on my back blowing in the wind. Sam stepped between the two of us.

Now is not the time. Sam looked us both down, alpha style. We need to come up with a plan and now. My wolf swallowed just as a human would in times of uncertainty. This was not good.