Capture My Heart

Jacob.

Ever get that feeling that something bad was about to happen?

The full moon hit, and I was up all night, barely able to blink due to the anxiety twisting around in my stomach. It was the first full moon since Violet left, seeing as she’d disappeared at least a month ago.

Sunlight didn’t appear, but the clouds lightened and by this point I was about ready for the relief to come when I realized Violet was, wherever she was, probably going to be a human soon, and that she’d be in control and safe.

No relief came though, and I only grew more and more panicked as the hours dragged into the morning, tugging me with them.

A few minutes after my dad got up, I felt the need to do so myself, but that dreaded feeling still remained, sitting like a dead weight in my stomach.

“Jacob, perhaps you should go and see how the newcomers are today,” my dad said while I was eating. I frowned at the thought of seeing Jamie after two days of avoiding her blissfully, but if my dad wanted me to go, I would.

I walked tiredly, brokenly, because of that clenched, tight feeling that refused to fade, while Emily’s seemed to be getting farther away rather than closer as I took a route through the trees. It took me only a second to realize why that was exactly the case.

For one thing, the sun was out, which it hadn’t been a second ago.

No big deal right?

Wrong.

This wasn’t La Push, and the sun was coming from the wrong direction.

The ground was covered in a soft layer of snow, that didn’t melt under my bare feet although it should’ve. There were trees, trees everywhere as I pulled a 360 trying to find a way out of them.

There was none, so I walked blindly, for what felt like forever and eventually feeling really pissed that I ended up in the same place. I growled to myself, when I recognized the place, kicking a randomly strewn rock so it soared before crashing into a tree.

I glared at it when it didn’t even dent the thing, before my eyes widened in shock. Not only had it not dented it, but it hadn’t moved, although I thought I had seen it.

And then Violet walked through the trees.

Her eyes were alert, but they were starting to lose some of their light, not edgy like they usually were when she came out of her transformation as I knew she just had. Deep circles resided underneath them and wondered how long it had been since she slept. Her hair was tangled, and she dragged when she walked. She couldn’t see me.

That much was clear, with the way she also didn’t see the vampire that was suspended, some 60ft in the air while watching her silently, just like I was forced to do.

Three others hung nearby, and the head leech waved his hand, barely, so no noise was made, but so that the three remaining wasted no time in launching themselves at her and knocking her backwards.

There was a loud thud as she hit the ground, her body first smashing into the tree before she fell forward, gripping the soil in anguish.

Pain shot through me as Violet’s body crashed into a nearby oak, and I realized not only did seeing her hurt drive an agony into me, but that I could also feel everything that she felt.

Crumpling to my knees, Violet did the same and it was like we were one. I followed every action she took, and felt every flicker of emotion that passed through her, reading them off like a book; pain, surprise, anger, hatred…more pain.

I sucked in a sharp breath just like she did as the four vampires crowded around her.

She raised her head weakly, and I did too so I could watch fully as the foursome discussed her fate as if she were nothing. They couldn’t use her because she was a wolf, but one still wanted to keep her.

They hurt her.

I could feel everything, the tearing of someone breaking down her mental barriers, so similar to mine and still a part of me, although they were her blocks and my own were still intact.

I could feel the weight of icy hands holding her down while she struggled to keep her mind closed off.

I could feel the weakness as the memories were torn away and damaged, and the will to fight disappeared with the lack of energy fighting back so hard had stolen. She screamed, a piercing sound that tore at my ear drums while my own scream accompanied it at the exact same moment.

And yet, through all this, I was still selfish enough to want her to keep fighting.

I wouldn’t lose her, I couldn’t.

She was giving up though.

She was stopping.

She was leaving me.

No, no, no…Violet don’t stop! Dont leave me! I begged, knowing there was no more fight for her to give.

I was slipping, she was slipping. She couldn’t take anymore. I didn’t want her too. She’d suffered enough, let her rest now.

We both hit the ground at the same time, the ice releasing the hold on our arms. Black spots danced across my vision, and I welcomed the darkness.

XxX

Ugh…my head…

I sat up with a groan, but I was pushed back down.

“Lye back down Jake, you’ll hurt yourself,” Emily’s voice said, but it was dulled, and distant, as if someone had put cotton in my ears.

My eyes darted around the room while I waited for them to adjust. Even the faint light from the lamp hurt and I hissed from the throbbing in my skull.

“What happened?” I grumbled, my eyes slitting open a bit.

I was spread out in Sam and Emily’s spare room, a thick blanket lying on my waist and my shirt missing. The windows were open, but the sun was, as usual, not shining and a light was lit in the corner of the room.

“I don’t know, Paul, Canto and Sam found you passed out in the woods, they said you looked like you hit your head on something and were hoping you’d remember. You’ve been out for four days.” Emily said, touching my head lightly while I winced. I could see her frowning now, concern evident on her features.

“Four days,” I repeated, dazed; it felt longer.

“Yeah, they were all worried, especially that Jamie girl; she really has the hots for you.” Emily chuckled and I scowled at her; like I needed to be reminded of that right now. She just shook her head though and laid a wet cloth full of ice on the lump I felt on my head. I wondered why it hadn’t healed by now, but blamed it on my unconsciousness.

It was weird, I had never remembered falling, but being in that…vision state with Violet must have affected me physically as well. Maybe when that leech was going through my memories he messed something up. Violet’s pain and my own could still be linked- oh god.

What the hell happened to Violet? Did they take her? It’d been four days, she could be anywhere by now.

My stomach plummeted while Emily continued fussing over me in the dim light of early morning clouds. She reminded me of how my mom must’ve been so much, but right now I was too stressed to deal with it. My mind shot through different thoughts at a mile a minute and I tried to string together a few sentences so I could keep from going crazy completely.

“Where is everyone?” I muttered, not caring.

Emily sat beside me on the bed, her hands running through my shaggy hair. “They went out for the full moon; Sam and the rest are trying to keep Canto’s pack from edging to close to town in their wolf form. They had to make up for lost hunting time too because they wanted to see if you recovered.”

I hadn’t been around the pack long enough to tell if that was a lie like I usually could. Instead I just nodded, going along with it.

“Oh,” I said quietly while Emily nodded thoughtfully. I waited for her to say something, since it seemed like she had something on her mind.

“What?” I asked finally. She shook her head, but watched my face carefully as she asked her question. “Who’s Angel?” she asked.

I felt my eyebrows rise in confusion. “What?” I repeated. She tapped her chin distractedly, “I don’t know, you just kept muttering about an Angel in you sleep, like someone was hurting her.”

I tried to keep my face blank and voice even. “Huh, weird.” I mumbled, looking away from her.

If I looked at her, she would be able to tell that I knew more than I was letting onto, which I did. Angel was Violet. She was my angel.

Emily said no more, and left, eyeing me cryptically, dissatisfied.

I slept for a while, staying in bed for a few hours before the remnants of my ‘injury’ had disappeared completely. At least, physically anyways.

I was constantly in some kind of a state for the whole day because I knew, deep down in the pit of my stomach and the soles of my feet that my Violet was in trouble.

And that I was most likely already too late.