AN-Okay, so, please don't kill me if you think this is far out of character, this is my first fanfic and I'm still getting the hang of it, so sorry if there isn't something you don't like about it. PLEASE R&R! I want to know if I should continue this or not, if people don't like it, I really don't see any point in continuing it.

CHAPTER ONE

All Humans Die

By Word Nazi

Disclaimer--I do not own any of the recognizable characters, they all belong to Stephenie Meyers.

I opened my eyes slowly as I heard a soft knock on the window and glanced over at the digital clock on my nightstand. It was barely two in the morning, so I figured it was Edward, back from his hunt. I smiled at the thought. I walked over to the window and opened it. "Good morning," I said, I was still half asleep, so the words slurred and it sounded like I said "gmornin".

"This is going to be easier than I thought." Edward said.

"Huh? What is going to be easier, Edward?"

He chuckled, "Edward's still hunting in the Sierras."

Within seconds there was a cloth bag over my head and duct tape over my mouth, so there wasn't even any use in screaming for Charlie. And the next thing I knew my arms and legs were bound tight so I wouldn't be able to fight back. It's someone that's working for Victoria, it has to be. I was so scared, when would Edward get back? Was I really going to die?

I could feel the wind that was getting through the cloth on my face. I squirmed, hoping I could break the grasp of whoever this was that had me.

"Now, now," He said in a calming tone. "Calm down, won't you?"

I tried to say "I won't", but with the tape on my mouth it came out as "Hm mmm"

After what seemed like hours I heard a door open and moments after that I was laying on what I thought was the backseat of a car.

I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was lying on a couch in a room that I didn't recognize. My wrists and ankles were sore from being bound so tight, so why was I untied now?

I sat up so fast that I got a sudden headache. I put my hand to my forehead. What on Earth was happening?

I had no way of knowing how long I'd been here.

All that was in the room was the couch I had woke up on, a few chairs, a table, a TV that didn't work—and even if it did, I probably wouldn't use it--, and a book shelf filled with books in many different languages.

I picked a book off the shelf that seemed to be in Italian.

It had been months since I was in Volterra with Edward and Alice, even though it didn't seem anywhere near that long. They were going to kill me since I wasn't a vampire when we were there…

Oh no.

That's why I'm here, isn't it? The Volturi finally came to check up on our 'situation', to see if I needed to be 'disposed off'. At least everyone else was safe. Charlie, Edward, and all the others. They were all so much safer with me gone.

Edward's off hunting still, so I guess it's just my time to go. My time to die. After all, all humans lives have to end someday, some just sooner than others.

I put the book back and went to see if the door was unlocked.

I wasn't surprised when the doorknob wouldn't turn.

I went back to the couch and gently rubbed my ankles and then my wrists.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door opened. Someone wearing a black cloak with a hood covering their eyes walked in with a plate of food in their hands. The smell of bacon filled the room and my stomach growled. A small laugh escaped the cloaked figure, and, for some reason, the laugh seemed ever-so familiar.

I followed the cloaked figure over to the table. "Sit down." It was the same voice from last night, and, oddly enough, it made me so mad, even though he had brought me breakfast. As if a meal would fix anything.

I sat and he placed the plate and a fork in front of me. There was some bacon and some eggs on the plate. Without thinking, I took a bite.

After I had finished most of the food on the plate the man sat in the chair across from me.

"I know who you are." I said, totally pissed off.

"Oh, you do?" He sounded a bit shocked.

"You were sent by the Volturi to kill me."

"Heh," and then he burst out laughing.

"No one 'sent' me; I'm doing this for my own benefit." He said, finally able to control his laughter.

I gaped at him, his own benefit?

"How does kidnapping me benefit you?" I nearly screamed in rage.

"Because having you life in my hands will keep Edward at bay and away from foiling my plans." He smirked and lifted his hood off his head.

At that second, only one word came to my mind.

Traitor.

The very man who had made it so Edward was alive—well, existing in this century sat before me.

No wonder why his voice and laugh had sounded so familiar! This man saved my life on multiple occasions in the past.

"What… what's going on, Carlisle?" I asked, not understanding what his 'plans' were.

"Something you wouldn't be able to think of even in your worst nightmares. Are we done?" He said, picking up the empty plate and the fork.

"No, we're nowhere near done!" I shouted, the fury in my voice rising. "What are you planning on doing to me?"

"Bella, what do you think I'm going to do? You're a human, I'm a vampire, it's inevitable." And with that, he walked out of the room. I heard the lock turn in the door, and was trapped in the windowless room once again.

How could Carlisle betray Esme and his family? What was going on? What am I missing? What the hell were Carlisle's plans?

You have no idea what "bored out of your mind" means until you've been in a windowless room where all there is, is a broken TV, and a bookshelf with books that you can't even read

"Oh, what is Charlie going to do when he finds me gone?" Blame Edward no doubt.

The hours dragged by and I hoped that soon I would wake up from this terrible nightmare and find Edward in my room with me.

Carlisle returned with a sandwich and I had millions of questions to ask him, even though I really disliked him at the moment.

"So what's up with the isolation?" I asked, my tone as sour as I thought possible.

He glared at me as I sat across from him at the table, the sandwich already in front of me. I didn't touch it.

"Eat." He insisted. Afraid that he would leave if I didn't, I took a bite. Too much mayonnaise for my personal taste, but this was probably as good as it was going to get.

"Okay... does anyone know I'm gone yet?" I asked, worried about Charlie worrying about me. Carlisle laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked. I was a little annoyed that he was laughing at this.

"Turn on the TV."

"It doesn't work."

"Oh," he said, standing up and walking over to the TV and, to my surprise, the news turned on. "There's T-vo, too. SO I'll rewind to the beginning." A crooked grin slid across his face, but it was nothing like Edwards' smile.

We watched the news in silence as the weather man proclaimed that Forks would be having a rare sunny week and that people should take advantage of that. Then there was some stuff about car accidents in the more populated areas of Washington. A bunch of nonsense went on about the sock market and such, too.

Finally a man wearing a green plaid shirt with his dark hair gelled back—I didn't catch his name, but it's not like that really even matters—appeared on the screen.

"I'm here in Forks for a live interview with Charlie Swan who went missing two days ago."

Two days. Two days? Had it really been two whole days? It seemed like it had only been hours, how had over forty-eight of them passed?

"Mr. Swan, is there anything you want to say?" He asked in a rather bored tone.

"I just want to ask that whoever took her, please don't hurt her. Bring her back safe, please." A tear rolled down his cheek and it broke my heart to see him like this. "She's so delicate, so fragile. And, Bells, if you're watching, please be safe and make contact as soon as you can. Be strong and don't let whoever you're with hurt you. I love you Bells, please, please come home in one piece."

"Okay, back to Seattle." The man said and the TV screen paused for a second and then brought on a woman with blonde hair and a man with practically none.

"Thank you Jack." The bald man said.

"There are still no clues on as to where Isabella Swan has been taken, and the note that was left has been of no help, either. Friends and family and missing her dearly and hoping for the best, but fearing the worst. There are searches going on in the nearby mountains that her and her boyfriend Edward Cullen apparently spent a lot of their time in. Cullen is still in custody of the police and being questioned, and will be held there until further notice.

"A house caught on fire in Olympia this morni—"

The TV flashed white and then remained black and Carlisle doubled over in laughter.

"The… the look on your face… when he… two days!" He was literally shaking from laughing so hard.

Now's my chance! I can run!

I bolted for the door, knocking over the chair and almost tripping. But I wouldn't let me fall, I couldn't. If Carlisle caught me, it would probably be my end.

I reached for the door and it opened. Great.

Now where?

Carlisle's laughing was starting to die out, I knew I needed to hurry, or I would be the one dying.

I ran down the hall to my right and then up a flight of stairs. I had to get out, to see Charlie, to see Edward.

I felt like I had been running for an eternity when I finally made it outside. The sun was shining, and it was almost as bright as it was back in Phoenix. I squinted to get used to how bright it was out here.

I had to keep running; I couldn't let Carlisle catch me. This wouldn't be my ending.

I need to—WHAM!

I fell to the ground, a sudden pain beneath my collar bone.

"Edward?" I hoped.

"Only in your wildest dreams! You still have to last this nightmare." Carlisle laughed. A nightmare indeed. One I don't think I'd survive.

When he finally set me down back in the windowless room I realized that I couldn't handle silence anymore.

"So when are you going to drain me of my blood?" I asked coldly, not really even wanting to know.

"I'm tempted to right now." I froze.

"What?" I said, my voice sounded half dead.

"I said," he sighed. "That I'm tempted to drink from you right now, with the bleeding scratch just below your collar bone." He licked his teeth. "Your blood smells phenomenal. It has an aroma above all others." A growl built up from his chest and escaped from his lips.

"I don't know how Edward can even breathe around you." He added, stepping closer. I swear, it felt like my heart was skipping every other beat.

I had been in these same pajamas for two days now, and I was starting to wish that I had chosen some sweats and a shirt with a higher neckline. But no. Obviously I don't plan ahead for being kidnapped, I'll have to remember to do that when I get out—if I get out.

I had chosen to where a pair of navy blue shorts and a royal blue spaghetti strap tank top to bed since it was getting oddly warm lately. Silly me.

"Mmm" Carlisle hummed "I don't know how I was even able to offer to change you before." He was only inches away from me now; death was at its doorstep. "Maybe it was because it wasn't as ripe with fear as it is now." I stumbled backwards and fell on the couch.

"Any last words?"

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