Taken Chapter 1

I panted as I leaned against the cold, stone wall; the place that my enemies left me to die in. It was actually a cave, but it seemed more like a death trap to me. All I could think about was that they had 'them' and that they were in danger. What frightened me the most was that they knew who I really was and could use that against me. He knew I was Amelia Stones. He knew who my friends were and what my weaknesses were.

I am Amelia Stones and this is me, hopefully not taking my last breaths, as I try to remove the sword from my side. While I am also trying to rescue them, or my best friends, that he took hostage to get me to join his side. Even though I had come here to say I would join, they stabbed me in the gut and took my friends with them, leaving me in a stone cage in a dark cave to die as I had no energy left to use my healing power. Yes, I said healing power. That's not the only power I have but it's one I find useful especially if you have to deal with vampires and werewolves every night and deal with kidnappers and murders by day. My life isn't like normal peoples' lives. But that will have to wait for later.

As I said earlier, 'he knew who I really was'. Well, that's because I go as 'Emily Elizabeth Lacer'(Lay-seair). I know, not too unique but I was trying to hide my identity so something like this wouldn't happen. But as luck and fate would have it, I just had to get my cover blown somehow and have him, or Drew Capwaters or Waters for short, after me and now my friends too.

I cursed under my breath as I couldn't get the sword out without causing too much pain to my already worn out body. 'If only I was stronger' I think to myself, blaming myself for being the reason my friends could be dead right now. And, to tell you the truth, it was my fault. If I had been stronger than I could have protected them and defeated Drew and his men without having to get a sword stabbed into my gut and my friends taken away.

I laid against the cave wall and sighed, I couldn't get the sword out and I couldn't break the cage bars. That's when I heard it. It was almost completely silent so I didn't hear it until I focused. It was the faintest sound of metal being....burned? Or was it broken? I couldn't place my mind on which word was better to describe the noise but as I turned to look at the cage bars; and I see him. A medium sized boy about my age, which was sixteen by the way, with dark, black hair. He was trying to break the cage bars I noted, but was having a hard time. I think he was using a knife but I couldn't be sure since my vision was becoming blurry from the blood loss. The last thing I remember before falling unconscious was the boy saying, "Don't die on me! Hold on a little longer Amelia!"