She didn't know what to do, she was nervous and confused. Isabella was also confused as to how she found herself here, here in the very place she never wished to be again. No it wasn't the Cullen's, it was her Grandmothers property somewhere deep in the forest. She hadn't been here since her grandmother vanished, she vowed never to step foot on the Swan Land again and yet here she stood at the front door of the grand mansion; a key in her hand.
It had arrived the other week, a letter from her grandmother and the photo of the home. She knew not what the key was for and spent the day where the old brass key belonged. After trying every door in the house she knew of, followed by everything with a keyhole. She had almost given up when she found herself down in the basement, wondering what made her go down; only to stop as she came across a small supporting wall with a beautifully carved brass lock sat. She frowned and looked around the wall to see nothing, but none the less she pushed the key into the hole and turned, her brows rising as the tumbler turned over, the wall springing open and a blinding white light to escape.
Isabella... My little Bell...
Isabella frowned and stepped into the light, the door slamming shut and locking; a sinister laugh echoing the dark basement.