Who are these people? You've probably guessed. But what is Emma really?

Send me messages to try to figure it out, and if you've got any ideas, do the same, 'cause I always need a bit of inspiration :-)

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-Sophia xoxo

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You remember that feeling that you get once your eyes are closed and sunlight hits your face? How splotches of colour seem to appear inside the lids like shaded raindrops falling onto a glass pane and stretching before disappearing? How you want to grab those splotches, or to twirl them in between your fingers, or even to just hold onto the hypnotising dance for a while longer before they disappear? They always disappear.

Back home, in my barely moved-into bedroom, the window lets in a lot of light in the morning. It's a bit infuriating at times when I'm woken by the white light simmering through the clouds at the earliest hours of the morning, but I've gotten used to it, and now I find pleasure in its comfort that I know to be home. If what I'm experiencing right now is the same as what I experience at home, then I can't be in a cave, can I? Which means that it was all just a stupid, horrible, senseless nightmare.

I exhale in relief, turning over, prepared to fall asleep again. My bed feels extremely comfortable, and in this moment it feels like my own little safe haven. I nudge a silky pillow under my arm and hug it like a teddy bear, pulling comfort for that simple homely gesture.

Wait - Silk?

My pillows are only made out of white or navy blue soft cotton, certainly not silk. I sit up hastily, fumbling my way through masses of luxurious duvets and silky sheets. I'm melting under the warmth and effort it takes through the process. All of this luxury is heavy! But I don't have luxury in my bed... just plain, simple, but comfortable cotton and linen. It's what I know to be home. So where am I?

I'm lying in a grand king-sized sky bed, with falling drapes of a deep red intwining the dark wooden posters on the four corners of the bed. I'm surprised by the darkness of the wallpaper and the mahogany floor, decorated by even darker furniture. The rare light that comes in through the large windows is filtrated through the thundery clouds. My vision of happiness and joy of sleeping in late is completely clouded by the gloom.

'Where am I?' I think to myself again. I try to scramble through my mind but it's like reaching blindly into a black hole.

I hesitantly get out of the bed, so that my tiptoes are brushing against the cold floor as I sit on the edge of the luxurious mattress. Chills go from my toes to the crown of my head when I realise that I'm wearing a simple, black and - very - short satiny night gown. What's going on?

"Enjoying your stay?" My head whips towards the door and my eyes immediately cloud with anger that I didn't know that I felt at first. I stumble to my feet and march over to Chase, trying to appear threatening. I fail miserably. His size overtakes my petite figure as I punch him in the chest. He doesn't budge.

Really though?

"What the hell have you done with my sister!?" I shout, punching him repeatedly until he grabs my wrists and holds them still, annoyance clear on his attractive face. He blows a strand of hair out of the way impatiently that had fallen over his green eyes.

"Where is she?" I repeat, trying keep the shakiness out of my voice. I need to know that she's safe, that she hasn't been hurt in any way. I don't seem to remember that I'm standing in a very short nightie in front of the guy that kidnapped me. Not one of the wisest choices I've ever made...

"She's in good hands, don't worry." He says casually, ignoring the way that my body suddenly begins to tremble with anger. In fact, he looks amused. Amused!

"Don't worry!? Are you freaking serious? I saw her when you took me away! She was lying in her own pool of blood!" I yell again, this time much louder than before. At the mention of blood, Chase's eyes turn a blazing red, and he suddenly looks so much more intimidating. Where have I seen those eyes before? I try to reach into my mind again to find something that resembles him in any way, but it comes out blank again. But his red eyes aren't just gleaming, they're also dancing with anger like flames on a candle that can't be blown out.

"Chase," I begin in a shaky voice, taking a step back and ripping my hands from his hold, "wh-"

-You just don't understand do you?" He cuts me off, his voice dropping to a lower level. He forces my chin up with a strong finger, and stares at me with cold eyes. There's a tinge of sadness behind those eyes and all of that anger though, an emotion I hadn't seen before but is now clearer than ever. "I would never hurt her. I love her Emma..."

My heart stops. Excuse me wut?

"Huh?" I breathe out, completely dumbfounded. He sighs and shuffles his hand through his dark brown hair.

"You're probably thinking that our kind could never be capable of love, and honestly I thought so too." Okay, my brain is this close to breaking down. "I did not throw her to the ground, and I had a few words with the guy after that but just trust me on this one, I had no intention in having feelings for her when I was assigned the job to stay close to her, but I ended up having them nonetheless. And we can't just back out of an assignment. Unless of course we want to end up without a head on our shoulders..."

He's out of breath, as if his speech has taken more effort than he's usually accustomed to. He's just confessed his love for my sister, but to the wrong person. I suddenly feel a pang of sympathy for him, and I have no idea why I should feel sympathetic for my kidnapper, but I do. And who the hell in their right mind would be okay with a guy like him dating their sister? But as I've mentioned before, people wouldn't exactly categorise me as normal.

"Listen Chase," I let out calmly. He seems surprised by the softness of my voice, coated with pity. "your speech was beautiful and all, but why don't you tell her instead?"

I honestly have no idea why I'm not screaming my head off or torturing him with needles - creative, I know - but the idea of my sister having someone there for her, who loves her, someone other than me, well... it reassures me.

Of course he could be a really good liar, but when he talked about her, his eyes twinkled with something very close to love, and you certainly can't put that up if you were lying. So I believe him. Like the innocent little girl I am I believe the man who says not to have knocked Alice out, but kidnapped me as well. Crazy, I know. But it kind of comes with the mind reading and all that stuff.

Mind reading! Why haven't I thought of that before?

I want to slap myself silly that I haven't thought of it before. Maybe it'll work with him, maybe it's just with Jay that it doesnt work, and maybe I can actually get some information out of him without using physical strength. Not that I would stand a chance against Chase if it came to a physical battle...

I place my hands on both sides of his forehead, gaining a sceptical look from him.

"I will but - Emma?" Chase inquires curiously, slightly scared at what I'm doing. He obviously wasn't expecting this. To be fair, I wasn't either. Suddenly, as I take in a deep breath of concentration, piercing black eyes pop into my mind.

Jay.

At the sound of that simple name in my head, the thoughts come rushing back: the cave, the blades, the blood, and... Jay. Fangs! I swear I saw fangs.

"Emma? Hello? Can you hear me?"

The voice seems so distant to my ears, my eyes droop and grow heavier and heavier as I get back those dreaded memories, and I can feel a pair of strong arms catching me as I fall. The last thing I hear is the sound of my sister's future lover screaming for help.

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"What did you do?"

-Nothing! I wasn't thinking!

-What the hell did you do Jay?" The voice seems urgent but faraway, and I'm battling through the darkness, trying to reach the familiar voices echoing in my head. They all seem too loud to fit into my mind all at once, and with the intense volume I feel a throbbing headache pounding away on the inside of my skull.

'You gave her your blood didn't you?" Silence. "I can't believe it! Why!? You know that Hunter doesn't want her to know yet! What were you thinking?"

-That's the point! I wasn't! I couldn't think, the blood was hypnotising, I couldn't see straight!

-Not the blood. Her blood. You realize what you've done don't you?" More silence.

-Yes, I do." The other voice snaps back, before returning to its cold self. "And I'll take care of it."

-You better. I don't want to see your head on the floor anywhere anytime soon, okay?"

"Don't worry about it-"

-No I do worry man. It's Hunter we're talking about.

Hunter?

My eyes spring open, and two pairs of eyes are suddenly scanning my face with the same worried expression. It kind of looks funny from down here. I laugh slightly, still dazed in a drug-like state. The pair of green sparkling eyes look into mine curiously, but the dark ones stay indifferent.

"Pretty eyes..." I murmur, reaching for a strand of brown hair.

-She's still half-asleep." He points out. "Emma? Can you hear me? It's Chase."

Oh yeah Chase, the dude who loves Alice.

"You love her don't youuuuu?" I chant, laughing uncontrollably.

I hear him sigh. "Yes, but that's not the point. What happened?"

-I saaaaaaw him...." They both look at me impatiently. The other one sighs.

"You saw who?

-I saaaaw.... Jay." I look at him more closely and realisation snaps be back to reality. "Get away from me!" I scream, battling against Chase's strong arms encircling me in a firm hold as he lifts me off the ground.

Jay looks completely shocked.

"Monster!" I scream, "You're all monsters!" I yell for help and suddenly, in a second, three other men are in the room. Hunter looks over at Jay and snarls, showing fangs and all. That man tortured me. I scream even louder, and I swear one of the men actually blocks his ears with irritation.

"Sometimes I curse advanced hearing." He mumbles, earning multiple and hurried 'shut up Calebs' all around him.

"Help! Heeeeeeeelp!" I scream, and two others help Chase bring me over to a random chair in the bedroom, where they all hold me into place.

"Damn she's strong man." A man says. His golden hair falls in waves around his face, and his blue eyes scan me with amusement. He's absolutely breathtaking, and radiates a sense of calmness. That isn't enough for me to calm down though, and I continue to battle against their hold with adrenaline charging through me.

"Stay focused Caleb." Chase snaps. The smile vanishes off Caleb's face, and his face turns completely blank. He looks extremely serious. It's a sharp contrast from the playful expression he wore moments before.

"Drake, get the ropes. She's not supposed to overpower us."

I keep on screaming as the man named Drake lets go of my arms hesitantly and runs over to a desk in a flash. His light brownish blond hair is back, and his grey eyes look at me intently. "Why is she stronger than us?" He inquires, a bit of nervousness in the underlay of his tone.

"What's up Drake?" Caleb asks, winking, "Afraid you'll lose to a girl?"

Drake's eyes turn darker and he starts binding me with rope with expertise and with more determination that before, motivated by Caleb's taunting words, so that I'm completely still.

"Let me go!" I yell. When no one moves and continue to stare at me instead I look up at Chase who's standing closest to me. "Alice will never forgive you!" I yell and his eyes fill with sadness.

"I'm sorry Emma... Orders are orders."