A/N – Since this is such a hit! (Thank you all my 30 voters!) I shall write another chapter to this lovely…okay not lovely…story! And I think you will be GLAD to know that I have decided to take the challenge and do all of the stories since I can't stand unhappy readers and it is my fan fiction oath to keep MY readers happy and if this is what you want well...I shall do it for you!

So in this chapter it will be EPOV so you can see how he is involved in this wonderfully dark story, you lucky peoples.

Just a reminder that the story was set a bit before original Twilight because they are all younger.

DISCLAIMER: You know the drill.

Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me

We are broken – Paramore

EPOV

"You know something? For a town that is named after an eating utensil, the food is pretty bad," Emmett muttered, flicking his fork back on the table. Jasper and I laughed lightly at our brother.

"Well, we think all food is bad," Jasper shrugged, putting his pizza slice down too – nasty stuff. I put my cookie down gently in defeat, having that thing so close to my face was making me gag a little. I got up and, with a brief nod to Emmett and Jasper, I left the cafeteria.

School was just another mindless thing we did to fit in with this world. I was becoming sick of it. Not that I didn't think it was a good idea, but it was getting somewhat lonely. The only woman we had in this family was Esme, Carlisle's wife, and she was our mother figure. The rest of us were single. You don't know how hard it is to be in a house with two other sexually deprived people. Especially when you can read there mind…

I had been a vampire for almost a century now. I was changed in 1918 by Carlisle before I died of the Spanish influenza. We weren't like normal vampires. We hunt animals. We try to fit in with the crowds. I don't want to be a monster. I want to use my skills for good, but how could I when I'm at either hunting, at school or playing piano. It was a recurring scheduled.

People avoided the Cullen's at school. They were scared of us, as they should be. They knew that we were different, but know one really did anything because they didn't care. This was good for us but somewhere deep inside of me I wanted someone too. Prove that all humans aren't the same. Someone who cared. But, I would never tell my family I said that. They would think I was crazy.

We were living in Alaska for the time being with our family friends, the Denali's. They all were too old to go to school but they still went to work as such. But, Tanya, Irina, and Kate were beginning to be a bit of a problem towards us. They were…attracted to my brothers and me and we did not return those feelings as such. They wanted sex and we wanted soul mates. They were becoming a bit persistent and Carlisle could tell we were getting agitated; his thoughts are leading towards moving somewhere else soon, maybe Washington.

I got to my biology class and sighed, another hour of a subject that I know more of than the teacher itself does. Great. I sat down and looked down. Mr Watson wouldn't pick on me anyway, I had read his mind, he was after the more rowdy people. Plus, he was scared of me too. I smirked at that.

School was soon over and I was walking towards the Volvo to Emmett and Jasper, who seemed to be engrossed by a piece of dirty paper. I sped up to see what was so special.

"Edward…take a look at this," Emmett said, a bit horrified. Jasper had the same expression, but it was more calculating. But, it was just a bit of paper; shouldn't it go in the trash or something? Jasper looked up and shook his head slowly.

I took the paper and read it, trying not to tear it.

Hello…

By the time you are probably looking over at this before throwing it away…I'm probably working against my will at a bar.

Please don't throw this away.

I really need your help.

We need your help.

On the 14th July I was stolen away from my home in Washington and taken away. I don't know where I am but I know I'm still in America.

Please help me.

I'm so scared.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I'm 15.

My cellmates are Rosalie Hale and Alice Brandon.

If you don't believe me search our names, we're probably located as 'missing'.

James scares me.

A lot.

Please, help us.

We don't deserve this.

I would be eternally grateful if you saved us from this hellhole.

Yours sincerely,

Bella.

"What is this?" I finally got out. This was either the sick truth or a sick joke. But I think this girl was telling the truth.

"I'm not quite sure but we are going to research this when we get home." Emmett stated, getting in the car and slamming the car shut. Jasper and I followed quickly.

We drove in silence. It must of taken this Bella girl guts to write this. All the possibilities of what she might be going through. If she had been stolen on 14th on July, she would have been missing for just over a month. If she was alive, that is.

The other two got out before I even stopped moving. I parked quickly and followed them speedily. They were both over the computer typing in her name. There, in bold letters was 'ISABELLA SWAN STOLEN FROM CARPARK IN PORT ANGELES: NO CONNECTIONS'.

"Whoa. Looks like the girl wasn't lying to us," Emmett finally breathed out, clicking on the link. Their, next to the text, was a picture of her. She had rich, mahogany hair that fell to her waist. Her eyes were a chocolate brown and were covered with thick lashes. She was petite at about 5'4. She was smiling slightly at the camera next to her dad, her cheeks pink by a slight blush. My eyes began to scan the text:

Isabella Swan, 15, was stolen from her small home of Forks, Washington 14th July 2003. She was last seen in Port Angele's buying a book in the local bookshop and walking towards the car park. Her father, Charlie Swan, is searching through America in attempt to track down his only daughter, 'Please, if anyone has seen her, please make it known. I need her back, please.' Was the only thing he said to us. If you have seen Isabella Swan please call this number ***-***.

I looked at my brothers and saw that they had similar expressions to me, horror. We had a letter of plea from someone that was stolen over a month ago.

We typed in 'Rosalie Hale' and got a similar message from Malibu with a picture of a girl of 17 with glossy, blonde hair and green eyes. Emmett's eyes seemed to give away his thoughts without me even glancing at his mind. She was stolen about a week after Bella had been.

The same was for Alice Brandon from Manhattan. She was 14 and tiny for her age. She had short, spiky hair and bright blue eyes, she had a huge grin on her tiny face, and a star bucks coffee in her hand. She was stolen a few days after Bella had.

"What are we going to do?" Jasper asked nervously. If these girls were taken, there was bound to be more. We couldn't let this slip past us. I felt somewhat protective over Bella and I hadn't even met her yet. This definitely couldn't pass me by.

"We're going to find them."

A/N – Okay so…what do you think? Sorry I haven't updated in a while…back to school again…grr. But I hope this chapter makes up for it! It will be back to Bella's POV next chapter and me back to updating on weekends, sorry about that.


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