Bella walked over to her truck and pulled out her keys, hands shaking.

They slipped out of her fingers and hit the ground with a jingle. "Damn it," she swore, leaning forward to press her forehead against the window. She felt tired and overheated, a first for her since she'd arrived in the constantly cold and dreary Forks.

I'm probably not going to be able to drive my truck soon, she thought sadly. Bella would miss being able to drive The Thing. For some reason, remembering the first nickname she'd ever given to her ancient Chevy made her want to laugh.

In all honesty, Bella should not have been driving at all in her current state, but she'd had an appointment with her doctor at the hospital and she hadn't wanted to bother Charlie. He was already upset enough with her decision, no need to go rubbing his face in it.

She finally pushed herself off the door and knelt down to pick up her keys. Just as she'd grabbed them, Bella saw someone coming up behind her. She straightened back up, forcing herself to keep her hands relaxed.

No need to be too alarmed, Bella told herself with a grim sort of humor. Not like things could get any worse.

Slowly turning around, Bella studied the man walking towards her. At first, he seemed like a rather unassuming man; he was African American, about 6 feet tall, and was wearing a dark green jacket and jeans. She'd never seen him before but when she looked into his dark brown eyes, framed by wire-rimmed glasses, she felt herself relax.

"Are you Isabella Swan?" he asked.

Since he wasn't a vampire, Bella decided to answer him honestly. "I am. Can I help you?"

Instead of answering, he pulled out what looked to be a linen handkerchief from his pocket. Just as Bella was wondering why he was carrying it around, she was spun around with her arms pinned at her sides and the handkerchief covering her face. She took a deep breath in order to call out for help, but a sickly-sweet smell invaded her nostrils and made her head spin. She had just enough time to realize the cloth was covered in chloroform before she fell unconscious.

Once Jonas was sure that the girl was truly passed out, he put the handkerchief back into his pocket and quickly carried her over to his car, opening the back door and laying her down in the seat. He debated tying her up but decided not to bother; he could use his magic if she got too out of control. The only reason he hadn't used it to knock her out was because he had been ordered to leave no traces of any kind behind.

As he got into the driver's seat and adjusted the rearview mirror, he glanced at the girl and then at the hospital. Jonas wondered what she had been doing there but then shrugged it off. If it was something serious, then Elijah could heal her once they got back. All that mattered was that she was brought back alive and unharmed, anything after that was out of his hands.

(A/N): Welcome, one and all, to my latest story! This one promises to be just heartwrenching so take a deep breath and emotionally prepare yourselves.

Also, this is just a teaser to lure you all in. An actual chapter will be uploaded in the next day or so once I have all the final edits done.

This chapter was betaed by Hannbells so, if there are mistakes, we will be sharing the blame!