I have been working, in my mind, on this totally new concept of an old family member. Her name is Clara but that is all i can say right now. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me if its a total bust. Sometimes that happens. Also be brutally honest. I can handle it.

BPOV

The plane was very uncomfortable. Though the private jet held no humans, the tense air in the room caused me to feel trapped like a coyote or a rat. Four of the Volturi guards surrounded me, adding to the feel of encasement. Felix, the one closest to me, could not stop smirking as I shifted in my seat. Three other large vampires, whose names I didn't know, kept their distance, their size reminding me of Emmet, though they looked nothing alike. The muscle triplets were unsure about my power, knowing I was strong if Aro sent them to transport me, but not knowing how strong. My finger tapped uneasily, Felix's grin growing wider.

The plane touched the ground, the movement jostling no one the way it would have for a commercial plane with humans. "Can I make a phone call?" I asked Felix, keeping my hopes low. He stared at me, thought about it, then handed me my cell phone, already dialing Edward's number.

I knew that this was not safe, going to Volterra alone, but Edward would never have let me come at all, and if I didn't go they would come for me. Edward had been gone for a week now. He said that he was in Chicago with some old friends. We had been talking (the number that he used sometimes unfamiliar) so i mentioned the trip to him, but not the location. His voice never matched the beautiful pictures he painted of him at Lake Michigan, humoring the locals by "enjoying" a deep dish pizza, and visiting his old house. He sounded off, forced.

I didn't dwell on it because Edward picked up on the first ring.

"Hello," he said. His voice sounded panicked, worried, the way it always was if I called him.

"Edward!" I couldn't hide the relief at hearing his voice.

"Bella," he said almost relieved, but not quite. "Bella are you alright?"

"I'm fine Edward, just getting off the plane. I stopped in New York but I am still going."

He swallowed loudly. "New York? so close." he said the last line as just a whisper, barely audible. No noise came from the background of his phone, though he claimed to be on the lake's shore all day because of the overcast weather.

"Edward?" I asked, unhappy about his nervousness. Something hushed came from the other line, menacing, but I couldn't make it out. I could hear the panicked whimper from my husbands lips at the unreasuring source.

"Bella I have to go. I'll see you...later." I was about to question him when I heard the dial tone. His hang-up was so abrupt, so sudden, so unlike him. I quickly closed my open, surprised mouth as Felix and his goon gave me a questioning look. I handed them my phone and reboarded the private jet for take off.

EPOV

My phone was in my hand, closed. Bella's unsure voice still ringing in my head. I dry sobbed, small twists of pain and devastation piercing at me like an attack, an attack straight to my heart. A cold, papery skinned hand fell on my shoulder, though the action was not one of comfort, it was to keep contact. My breath was ragged, my insides distorted in pain and torment as I tearlessly exerted my pain and devastation. The hand, thin and withered, stroked my shoulder but in an effort to draw attention to his face.

I looked up to find red eyes clouded in milky films. They searched me, the hand resting on me remaining put in order to see my thoughts. His eyes bore hungrily into my own when flashes of Bella entered my mind.

"She's so close to us Edward. She's coming home," Aro said, menace lining his tongue.

I'm sorry that Aro is a little OOC. I have always though of him as a little evil. I also think that he might act like that if he REALLY wanted something or someone.

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