A/N: For now, I should be able to update this either Friday or Saturday, but I can only promise that while I'm inspired for this story. It's extremely complex, and not all that fun to write, but it is different for me so that's why I'm doing it. I will do my best to stick to a weekly schedule for now, but I have other stories that are more fun to write, and then sometimes I just don't feel like writing anything. You ever have those days when you wake up and you don't feel like doing anything, at all? Sometimes that happens to me, like literally nothing.

This chapter introduces the second problem, plot point basically, but it will be a while before it is fully explored. It will be mentioned a few times, but not fully brought up for a while.

Posted: February 20th, 2016

Chapter 2

Bella was about to tell her where when Leah held up her hand. "Wait, I don't want to know. Although I have a pretty good grip on my mind, I don't want to accidentally let something slip if it comes to that. Ignorance is bliss and all that."

The younger girl's mouth snapped shut and she nodded. "I need to get a few things first before I even begin to figure some things out, how do you feel about breaking and entering?" Bella asked, looking at the older girl.

"Where are we breaking and entering?"

"The Cul… The Cullen's mansion, I need money, I need things, supplies, they would have them."

"So what do you need me to do? Break down some doors?"

"No, I know where the keys are, what I need is more information from you, can Paul track me through the imprint? Can he like, follow my movements?"

"To an extent I guess, I mean, Sam and Jared always feel when Emily and Kim are too far away so they go and track them down. I don't think that they can tell exactly where they are though or where they've been."

"So I don't have to worry about Paul following me around town?"

"Probably not, he doesn't care that much."

Bella nodded, "Alright, I'm going to go to the Cullen's house, will you phase and keep track of Paul, and warn me if he is going to do something."

"I'll help you out Swan, no worries on that, one of us should get out of this hell hole," Leah replied. "You're not going to leave today are you?"

"In the next few days possibly, hopefully tomorrow but I'm trying not to make any concrete plans at the moment," the brunette whispered, thinking of her interfering ex-best friend. She knew that if the pixie caught a whiff of what she was planning, she would do something to stop her. Alice can go to hell, I need to do this.

Leah nodded again and left through the back door, phasing as soon as she hit the tree line. Bella watched her go before she walked out the front door and climbed into her truck. She trudged her way to the Cullen house, watching as the branches and small shrubs that had overgrown the driveway in the past ten months be crushed and moved by her truck's tires. Soon, she was emerging through the forest to a familiar sight. When she climbed out of her truck, Bella took in the large, glass house that once brought her feelings of peace and home, family. Now the sight only held feelings of bitterness and betrayal, brought by the abandonment of her second family and their leaving their shit for her to deal with.

She walked calmly up to the house, feeling the cord tighten slightly around her throat, but nothing unmanageable. Testing the doorknob, Bella scoffed when she realized that they had left the door unlocked. "Enough time to cover the furniture and take their favored possessions but not enough time to say goodbye," the brunette muttered as she glanced around the living room.

The young woman methodically started ransacking the rooms, looking for cash mostly, and breaking things. It'd been a rough few weeks for the girl, a rough few months, she needed the stress relief of hearing something valuable smash on the ground, especially if it was something that belonged to them. She found very little on the first floor so moved to the second floor.

She located about 100,000 in Rosalie and Emmet's room, along with a collection of gold jewelry in a partially open wall safe. Bella took all of it, knowing that the jewelry could be sold to a place that melted down gold. The next room was Edward's, and while there was nothing valuable in the room, Bella did spend a few minutes breaking every single CD in the room.

When the young woman entered the next room, she took in the Civil War history books and realized she must be in Jasper's room, his study. She walked further into the room and glanced around, getting to know the person who almost ate her, who wanted to eat her. There were many books about wars, war strategies, catalogued according to dynasties, regions and wars. "Vampires must suffer from OCD," she murmured, looking at the methodical way the books were organized and kept in a straight line on the shelf. As she ran her hand over the books, her fingers brushed against a noticeable bump in the wood.

Curiously, Bella pressed against the bump, watching as section of the next bookshelf pop open slightly. The brunette moved to the section and pried it open, locating a safe behind the bookshelf. She tested the handle and the door of the wall safe swung open. She found stacks of money in the safe, along with a Canadian passport, documents and a letter addressed to her.

Glancing through the papers, Bella saw that they were background papers for an Isabelle Beaulieu, and the passport had the same name and her picture, the one from her driver's license. She stared at the paperwork for a moment before opening the letter, hoping it would provide her with some clue as to why there were papers for her with a new name and nationality.

To Bella,

You don't know us, but we know you… Well, not really, I just know stuff, and I was informed about you through my knowing stuff. Like how I know that you would come to the Cullen house looking for money to get away, so I had paperwork made for you. I know your grandmother was French and she taught you how to speak French when you were younger, which is why I selected a Canadian passport for you.

Bella stopped reading and looked at the passport in confusion before returning to the letter and seeing a different handwriting continuing in the next paragraph.

Bella, please ignore the cryptic idiot, I mean, don't ignore him, everything he said was true, but didn't really explain anything. I'm Charlotte, and the idiot 'knower' is my husband Peter. We were friends with Jasper a long time ago, but not much anymore, not since he lost his balls to that pixie bitch and turned into a pussy bunny muncher. Anyway, Peter has a gift, despite him saying that he doesn't, and his gift tells him things, not stuff like the stupid Pixie, but stuff that will definitely happen. His gift told him about you, what the Cullens did to you, even things that you didn't know about, and what would happen after. We're ashamed of what they did and want to help you; the best way for you to get away undetected is use the papers.

Charlotte's right Bella, use the papers and passports to get away. We brought them here after the Cullens left knowing that you would find them when you needed them. Isabella Swan has to disappear, but Isabelle Beaulieu can live, can get away. Look around the house some more, discover what the Cullens were really like, but then get the hell out of there. Take the money and the jewelry, everything in this safe belongs to Jasper and Alice, think of it as compensation for what they've done. I've opened up a Swiss bank account for you under Isabelle Beaulieu. Take the cash and what you make from the jewelry to the lawyer on the paperwork and he'll set up a money transfer for you. He's not a vampire, but he's not human either, don't worry about him.

We hope we'll get to meet you one day Bella, but Peter has said that the shit storm that is coming will decide if we do get to meet. One thing that I will tell you before concluding this letter is be open to every possibility, don't let what has happened to you close your heart forever.

We wish you good luck Belle, as that will be what we call you if and when we meet.

Peter and Charlotte Whitlock

Bella slumped back on the bed, staring at the letter and the passport in disbelief. She noted that the lawyer mentioned on the paperwork was a lawyer in Port Angeles, one of the more prominent ones. She was reluctant to trust these vampires who claimed to know Jasper, but they way they spoke of him and Alice indicated that they no longer cared for the two.

She picked up the paperwork and emptied out the safe, placing it in the hallway with the rest of her stash before continuing through the house. Carlisle and Esme's room was next with Carlisle's study connecting through a separate door. Glancing around, she didn't automatically see anything of interesting in the bedroom. It was sparsely decorated, minimal items and belongings, indicating that either Esme and Carlisle didn't have much stuff, or they had enough forewarning to leave. Bella moved towards Carlisle's study and pushed open the door. Seeing the mostly bare shelves and other personal effects missing confirmed her second thought that Carlisle and Esme knew ahead of time that they were going to leave.

Bella started rifling through the papers and other things Carlisle left behind. She was hitting a dead end until her fingers brushed against the corner of a notebook that was wedged in the very back of one of the desk drawers. She grabbed hold of it and jerked it out of its spot. It was crumpled and torn when she got it out of the drawer, but still legible as she flipped open the cover. The words she read stopped her cold, reading Carlisle's precise script. The notebook told of Carlisle and Esme's quest to find a perfect mate for their oldest 'son' Edward, labeled 'The Genesis Project.'

They had found numerous girls through the years, locating them as children and watching them. Carlisle would run numerous tests on them, assessing them physically and Esme would get close to the to assess their psychological and emotional state. The notes unnerved her, particularly since they seemed to track everything, dream cycles, school grades, menstrual cycle, ovulation, eating habits, hobbies, friends… She was horrified by the gross invasion of privacy and boundaries, especially by the reasons the two gave to discounting girls for their 'son.' Carlisle and Esme's handwritten littered the pages, stating things like 'Subject A is too pretty,' 'Subject B is not beautiful enough,' 'Subject C has abnormal hobbies such as playing sports,' 'Subject D has too strong a will to be seen as attractive for Edward,' 'Subject E has blonde hair.' The list went on with many different faults for each girl. She flipped horrified through the book as she read the list of literally hundreds of girls over the years until she came to the last few pages, all of them littered with her information. She labeled as Subject XB- Candidate 236, followed by her name and all of her private information. Carlisle and Esme had been watching her for her entire life, keeping track of her between Forks and Phoenix.

The journal detailed Phase I before entering Phase II, very few of the other girls made it to Phase II, meaning interacting with Edward. They made it so that her mom would meet Phil and marry him, forcing Bella to move to Forks while they were living in the city. While everything in the journal frightened her, the last page frightened her the most.

'Edward has become too obsessed with Candidate 236; he is pulling away from the family. She must be eliminated, contacted old associate to take care of her.'

'Candidate 236 survived encounter with associate. I am deeply proud of my son for resisting the allure of subject's blood, showing his superiority. Subject must still be eliminated.'

'Associate's deranged coven member is lurking around, proceed with plans to abandon Candidate 236 to be eliminated. The Genesis Project will have to be restructured to prevent similar events happening in the future.'

The notes were written in both Esme and Carlisle's handwriting. Bella felt sick to her stomach. The notebook held a lot of information, but what she didn't know was the specifics of this so called 'Genesis Project' and to what level of involvement did the other members of the coven have in it.

Bella glanced down at her watch and saw that it was nearly four in the morning. She had been at the Cullen house for over three hours. She grabbed the notebook and returned to the hallway, picking up her stash of look as she bolted out of the house. As she reached her truck, the brunette jumped back in fright when she saw a large shape lurking near the vehicle. Holding back a scream, she watched as the shape, a wolf, morphed back into human form, pulling on pants and a T-shirt once on two legs.

"What took you so long?" Leah hissed, glaring at the girl.

"Sorry," Bella replied, still spooked as to what she read in the notebook and the fright she received seeing Leah's wolf form huddling near her truck.

Leah's eyes narrowed, taking in the exhaustion and fear on the younger girl's face. "What happened?" She demanded. "What did you find out?"

"It's…" Bella shook her head. "It's too much to explain right now, just know that I have to get out of here."

"Did you find some loot then?"

"Yeah, here," the brunette said, dropping the pile of jewelry and cash."

"Damn," Leah whistled. "If I knew what kind of cash they had in that house, I would've broken in a long time ago. Would've helped me get away from this shit hole anyway."

"Here, take these," Bella handed Leah all of the jewelry she found in the house. "Sell it, melt it down, do whatever. Get away from here if you can." She opened truck door and tossed all of the cash and papers inside. "I'm going home and I'm gonna try to get a few hours of sleep. I'm definitely going to leave tomorrow though, or I guess later today, I can't stay here anymore."

"Bella, you're freaking me out, what did you find in that house?" Leah asked again, grabbing the girl's wrist. "This is more than Paul being a bastard."

"They've been watching me," the girl said finally. "The Cullens, they've been watching me my entire life, assessing me, grooming me to be the perfect mate for Edward." She started hyperventilating. "They hired that psycho James to come after me to get rid of me when Edward started to become too obsessed, and they knew that Victoria would come after me as well. If I stay, I'll die, either Paul will kill me or Victoria will, I have to leave immediately."

"Fucking psychos," Leah growled. "But Bella, you have a problem, Paul will know if you try to leave, he'll feel you if you get too far away. He might not like you, but he and his wolf believe that you belong to them. He will drag you back here and I don't even know what he'll do to you after that."

"I thought you said he wouldn't hurt me…"

"Paul probably won't, but his wolf would sooner rip you to shreds than let you go. I've seen into his head Bells, I know what his wolf is like."
Bella was silent for a moment, looking pensively at Leah. "I know I've asked a lot of you, but can you help me out one more time?"

"You want a diversion…"

"Please Leah, I need the pack to be distracted when I leave. You said he won't notice short distances, like maybe Port Angeles, but if I go farther he'll definitely notice. Please Leah, I can't, I can't stay here, but I can't escape on my own."

"Alright, alright," Leah responded holding her hand up. "I'll do it, I'll think of something anyway. And you already gave payment for it in the form of all this lovely jewelry."

"Thanks Leah," Bella replied, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I- I'm going to go back to my house now, take a nap while I can but I'm probably gonna leave in a few hours."

Leah nodded her head, "Take care Swan. We probably won't see each other again, but I wish you the best."

"Thanks again Leah, for everything." Bella bid the other girl goodbye and went back to her house to get some sleep while she could. Her sleep was restless with her thoughts rolling through her mind.

Her eyes snapped open a few hours later as a scream caught in her throat, her body covered with sweat. She showered and dressed quickly, stuffing the money in a bag before running out the door. Bella climbed in her truck and roared out of the driveway towards Port Angeles, her body still shaking and her mind still shook from her nightmare. She couldn't recall exactly what the dream was about, but she knew Paul played a big part. She remembered glowing golden eyes, silver fur, sharp teeth and claws, feeling the teeth close around her throat, the claws rake down her body.

Bella found the location of the attorney's office on the documents in one of the quieter areas of the business district. She hesitantly stepped through the door and looked around, seeing no other soul in the waiting area, not even a secretary. "Come in Ms. Beaulieu," a smooth voice came from one the back, drawing her attention. There stood a tall man with long dark hair that fell over his ears onto his shoulders. Piercing gray eyes met hers and Bella shuddered slightly before following him into the back.

"Are you Mr. Elder?" Bella asked, looking at the forms again for confirmation.

"Call me Ben Ms. Beaulieu, I've been expecting you," he replied in a smooth voice, pulling out a file on his desk. "I have all of the information you'll need to start a new identity, along with the papers that Mr. Whitlock gave you. I understand you have some money you want to deposit?"

The brunette stared at him in shock for a minute before snapping to attention and dropping the bag on his desk. Mr. Elder, Ben, counted the money quickly and wrote down the figure in his receipt book before pulling out his laptop. "I'm giving you a receipt for the cash Ms. Beaulieu, and I'm transferring the equal amount into your Swiss bank account."

"How do I know that I can trust you?" Bella asked, her frazzled mind catching up with her.

"How did you know that you could trust a note from people you've never met?" Ben countered, never looking up from his computer.

"What are you?" Bella asked after a few moments of silence. "Peter said that you weren't a… a vampire but you weren't human either."

Ben sighed and closed his laptop with a click before looking up at the girl, "Mr. Whitlock was correct, but what I am isn't important." He stood up and pulled out a few more files from his safe before placing the cash in it. "I have here a plane ticket that leaves from Seattle this afternoon, a direct flight to La Guardia International Airport in New York. Due to advice from Mr. Whitlock, I purchased a seat for you on a flight leaving shortly later to Florence Italy, also a direct flight."

"How…" Bella murmured, looking at the boarding passes that the man handed her.

"Mr. Whitlock is very good at what he does and so am I," Ben replied, sitting back down. "I just need you to sign a few forms, and I'll turn over your bank cards, credit cards and other financial information, as well as the deed to the house that Mr. Whitlock purchased for you in Montreal, even though you probably won't be using it any time soon." Bella continued to gape as she signed the forms Ben placed in front of her, absentmindedly reading them to make sure she wasn't signing away the rights to one of her kidneys.

"All right, everything is sorted on my end, here is the rest of what you need," the lawyer said, handing her a packet of papers. "And here are the keys to a rental car, you can return it to the Seattle airport when you get there. I suggest purchasing a small carryon before going through security though or else it'll look suspicious. Can't be to careful in this day and age."

"Thank you Mr. Elder, Ben, I don't…" Bella's voice trailed off, unsure of what to say.

The lawyer waved her off, "This is my job Ms. Beaulieu. Be forewarned though, as soon as you leave this building today, this office will disappear and I will dispose of your truck for you. If you need to contact me, use the number on the card I provided for you in the folder."

"How often do you do this?" Bella asked before she left. "Help someone disappear that is…"

"Humans? Not too often, others though quite frequently. I only deal with humans when they get wrapped up in this mess."

"Someone like me then…"

Ben sighed again and set his hand on her shoulder, looking at her with sympathy, "Mr. Whitlock didn't inform me of the specifics of your case as I don't need to know, I do know however that this isn't the end for you. Where you're headed, you'll find freedom."

"Freedom or death you mean."

"They're both the same if you think about it," he replied as he guided her to the door. "It was a pleasure working with you Ms. Beaulieu and I wish you the best."

At that, Bella stepped outside the office and felt a small breeze. When she turned around, the sight of an empty office space greeted her with a sign for a leasing agency on the door. She stood there in disbelief for a minute before turning back around to face the streets. "Vampires, shape shifters, of course law offices can disappear."

She sighed and glanced at the keys in her hand, hitting the key fob causing the gray Hyundai up on the corner to beep. She climbed in the car, and pulled away from the curve, heading to the mall in order to follow the lawyer's instructions. She grabbed a small carryon, and some clothes. The mall had an apple store, so she splurged a little and purchased an iPad to keep herself amused during the flight. It was less than an hour before she was on the road again to Seattle. Remembering to sign Isabelle Beaulieu on her credit card statements wasn't as difficult as she thought, almost as if she had truly left Isabella Swan behind her.

The further away from Forks, La Push, she got, she could feel the tether tightening around her throat, pulling her in the opposite direction, tugging her back to her doom. She pushed forward, ignoring as the cord tightened to the point where she almost couldn't breathe. She made it to the Seattle airport and into the parking lot for rental car returns, and set her head down on the steering wheel with a loud thud, gasping for air.

"I can do this," Bella muttered as she heaved herself out of the car and grabbed her carryon. She dropped the keys at the desk and glanced at the flight boards, locating her flight information that was on the boarding passes Ben printed off for her. "I can do this," she continued to murmur quietly to herself as her ID was checked and she was ushered through security. She made her way across the airport to her gate and slumped into a chair, taking deep breaths to keep herself from throwing up. She purchased some ginger ale, a sandwich and fruit from one of the nearby vendors and ate them slowly, hoping to be able to keep them down. It was a little over an hour when it was announced that they were beginning to seat priority customers and first class. Looking back at her boarding pass, she saw that she was seated in first class and unsteadily made her way to her feet and onto the plane. Stowing her carryon in the overhead compartment, Bella settled into the plush, first class seat and sighed.

Nearly 40 minutes later, the plane started to move, preparing for takeoff and Bella closed her eyes. "Please let this work," she sent a silent pray up to anyone who was listening. "Please let me get away."


Leah's eyes remained glued to the clock on her wall as her blood pressure steadily crept up along with her stress level. She wasn't sure what time Bella was making her escape, but knew that it was going to be today, possibly as early as that afternoon. "What to do, what to do?" She huffed out, knowing she had to do something to keep Paul occupied.

Dashing out of her house, she phased once she hit the tree line and scouted around, looking for the redheaded leech's scent. She located it on the northern boarder of the tribe, crossing inland before disappearing back over the territory line. 'Perfect,' she thought, 'I can distract them with a hunt for the leech. This scent is only a day old, so it should work.' She howled, alerting the other members of the pack. She felt Sam, Jared, Jacob and Paul phase in while the younger wolves were already running patrol. "Found the leech's scent," she told them. "It's fresh, only a day old, we should be able to track it."

Paul's wolf snarled out in agreement, joining her at the northern edge of their territory before chasing the scent through the forest. Leah, Sam and Jacob followed behind him while Jared stayed behind with the younger wolves. Quietly observing Paul as they hunted, Leah noticed that his wolf had been closer to the surface recently, ever since he imprinted on Bella. It was almost as if the wolf wanted to get his claws into the girl, so stayed alert, waiting for his chance when Paul finally let him go.

They followed the scent for hours, chasing it around and around before it finally lead back to Washington where they lost the scent. "We lost the scent again," Jacob seethed, his own wolf furious at the failure of the hunt.

Suddenly, Paul started pacing, clawing at the ground. "Too far, too far." The words ran on repeat through his mind, confusing the others except for Leah. A single thought slipped through her mind involuntarily. As soon as the thought crossed through her mind, Paul's wolf lunged at her, his larger body mass forcing her to the ground. "Where is she?" He snapped out, his teeth dangerously close to her muzzle.

"I don't know what you mean," she returned, her bravado slipping at the sight of glowing yellow eyes and razor sharp fangs.

"Return her to us, she is ours." The wolf was fully in control now. Leah rolled away just as the silver wolf lunged towards her again. He missed her neck, but caught her in the shoulder, ripping a chunk out.

"Paul, calm down, what's wrong with you?" Sam commanded but the other wolf didn't appear to hear him.

"Gone, gone, too far away, too far away, find what is ours, drag her back, drag her back and punish her," the wolf chanted, a crazed look in her eyes.

"Leah, what did you do?" Jacob asked, looking at the smaller she-wolf.

"What you should have done," Leah snapped. "Bella was your best friend, but you allowed Paul to torture her, to kill her."

"Bella is Paul's imprint, we're not allowed to interfere," Jacob replied.

"He's right Leah, you had no right to interfere with the imprint," Sam said.

"I didn't interfere with the imprint, I didn't do anything," she protested again.

"Gone, gone, too far," the silver wolf repeated. "Drag her back, punish her, punish her, devour her." The wolf turned his golden eyes towards Leah, assessing the smaller wolf. "Helped her, helped her, distracted us, led us away." Leah backed away hesitantly from the feral wolf. Sam and Jacob stood back from the two wolves, believing that this was a matter that Paul should take care of since it was about his imprint.

"Of course you two morons stick your head in the sand," Leah bit out. "It's what you're good at, it's what all of you are good at."

The silver wolf snarled, lunged and Leah bolted away, taking off through the forest. Usually she was the fastest wolf but with the injury to her shoulder, Leah could feel the breath of the enraged wolf nipping on her heels. He clamped down on one of her back legs, pulling her backwards to a stop. Leah howled in pain and phased back into her human form, whimpering as she felt her dislocated knee, and ripped shoulder and ankle.

Leah looked up as she heard a twig snap, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw the crazed golden eyes of Paul's wolf come closer. She could no longer hear his thoughts but she didn't need a look in his mind to know that he was thinking.

'I'm sorry Swan,' Leah thought as she closed her eyes and let her head thump back down on the ground. 'I hope you manage to get away, then I hope you come back and kill these assholes. Avenge me Swan,' was her last thought before Paul pounced, his teeth and claws ripping through her body.


A/N: I'm expecting outrage at that last bit, you can voice outrage in the reviews, but seriously, don't flame, that's rude.