Sorry for the HUGE gap in updates. I will definitely try and update more frequently. I'd also like to add that you guys, well your reviews have helped me write so much. If you are still willing to give this story a chance after such a long time, well, thank you. You all are amazing!

- IheartTwilight

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight, or New Moon, or any of the characters. Stephenie Meyer does.

P.S.: I know this was supposed to be in Edward's point of view, but as it turns out, Edward doesn't have as big of a part as I thought. It's actually pretty equally spread out. So I decided in the best interest of the story and the readers, that it worked much better to be in multiple points of view. I really hope you enjoy it anyway!

Chapter One

Feel Something

(P.O.V.: Edward)

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

Crunch.

The jarring sound of the animal bones cracking was disturbing just as it was enticing. The fragile sound of the dead being defiled was sickening, but sensuous.

In other words, I was a monster.

I let out another feral grown as I swiped my large and brutal hands at the carcass by my feet. I heard Rosalie let out a sound of frustrated disgust from behind me; Carlisle only sighed.

"Can I help you, Rosalie?" I hissed, turning around to face her.

Her eyes, despite the fact that we had just stumbled upon a lair of wild boars, were pitch black, with only a shiny, alien tint of topaz. I winced at the word – topaz. It brought back memories of Bella, memories that threatened to kill me every time they leaked out towards the surface. Rosalie wiped at a large crimson drop of blood coming from the corner of the mouth.

"Get over it, Edward. Or at least don't try and down the rest of us," she responded cruelly.

I rolled my eyes. This was only about the trillionth time she had said that to me. I stopped getting mad about it the fifth time. Now it was only vexatious. As usual, I only ignored her comment with a biting comment of my own.

"You missed a spot," I informed her lazily, gesturing towards the blood now smeared all over her chin and lips.

She snarled.

"Rosalie, Edward, please. Feed now – we still have a long ride ahead of us," Carlisle added in, using his fatherly, martinet tone.

"Well, sorry, Carlisle. This isn't exactly five star hunting, if you catch my drift. This practically isn't even a forest with the highway right next to it-"

I sighed again, before going to drain another carcass. After so much time in the cramped confines of our car, with only books, maps, music, and each other to occupy our time, we had all become more blood thirsty then usual. Rosalie, especially. I suspected that this must be the vampire equivalent to her menstruation period. I had not voiced this opinion out loud yet, though.

"You know what I think might be a good way to erase all of our built up tension, Carlisle?" Rosalie suddenly asked in a devious voice, full of traces of sarcasm. Carlisle seemed too worn for wear to notice.

"Hmm, Rosalie?" he said distractedly.

"We should stop at a bar. A human bar."

"Oh yes, because massacring a horde of intoxicated humans will really ease up the mood," I said scathingly, rolling my eyes.

She puffed up indignantly.

"Just because you are on an extended man period and therefore cannot control your monstrous needs, does not mean Carlisle and I can't," she quipped, challenging me with her eyes as well as her words.

"Man period? Surely I assumed that only blonde, female, and arrogant vampires could go through such a phase, Rose-"

Carlisle cut off our childish bickering.

"Enough. Edward, Rosalie is only attempting to lighten up the mood. I think her idea has a very healthy amount of potential."

"Carlisle, do you even realize what she is proposing?" I said in disbelief.

But ever since Bella got taken, the memory of losing Esme has seemed to come back and gut Carlisle with more force then ever. The result is Carlisle always being in a completely catatonic state – he is like a beautiful, old, Victorian house, with the possibility to be grand and deluxe, but instead is dormant and vacant, without a fire to give light and warmth from its hearth. It only makes our mission to save Bella all the more important.

Rosalie is the only one of us who seems to be coping. Well, not even. Even though Rosalie and Emmett are thousands of miles away, they talk to each other a minimum of four times a day. Though we will never admit it, I envy her, and I know for a fact that Carlisle does, too.

Suddenly Carlisle's head shoots up in the air. Had he smelled something I had not? It was impossible. But then I smelled it, too…

"Oh, my God," said Rosalie, her crimson eyes widening. "Edward, that's… that's her! Right? Someone, say something!"

There, only mere miles away it seemed, was the scent of Bella being carried through the breeze.

"Edward-" Carlisle started, but I didn't hear what else he had said.

I was already off and running.

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(P.O.V.: Violet)

The wind whipped my hair around my face, only the bits that was coming out from my helmet, and blew open my favorite leather jacket. My leather jacket, now practically perpendicular to my body, was flying like a cape behind me. And I was Superwoman. I relished in the fantasy, even more so when a guy in a car with his wife openly gaped at my perfectly shaped torso, which was now visible beneath my tight fitting shirt.

Actually, I don't think it was quite the torso that they were gaping at. Maybe a little more in the northern direction.

The open highway was thrilling just as it was refreshing. I hadn't been motorcycling in so long. I'd miss this feeling of freedom intensely when I got on the plane back to Romania. Apparently, it was perfectly fine that I had skipped the whole getting drunk on blood and partying thing in the beginning, but it'd be practically asking for death to miss the new girl's initiation. When they took any last remnant of good out of the poor girl's body.

It was actually kind of sick; to think that they were throwing a whole party for her obviously forced descent into darkness. "The Rave" is what they were calling it. It sounded like some cheesy human store. But whatever. It was not worth dying for to miss the stupid thing. It would just be in and out-

My thoughts stopped abruptly then, for I had smelled someone, or something, else. It was another vampire! Several of them, by the scent of it. I looked at the thick forest boarding the right of the highway.

Maybe Giovanni and his crew weren't as lax on me skipping the party as I had thought…

Fear gurgled in my so dormant stomach. I had to get to the airport, and Romania, fast. Maybe if I got there soon enough, I could deny all charges….

So I did what I did best. I switched gears on the 'cycle, put the petal to the metal, and fled.

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(P.O.V.: Bella)

I've decided that if it is impossible for vampires to get concussions, then I am the exception.

My head throbbed as it lay against the hard, cold, stone floor of the small and dark cell. I felt like I was in one of those annoyingly implausible scary movies that people like Mike, Jessica, and Lauren liked to go see at the theatres on Friday nights. I was bound at the wrists by rope, which I could've easily broken had I not been in so much pain, not only physically but emotionally as well, and the only door out was what looked to be made of titanium, with a small, barred window. I even had guards – a guy and a girl, by the sound of it.

Edward wouldn't have let them keep him in here for so long.

A stab of pain wrenched apart my insides as I thought of Edward. The mere thought of his face, so pained and full of emotions the last time I had seen him, brought nonexistent tears to my eyes. They had taken me from him… Damien, Giovanni, even Gavin.

My pain was replaced by a burning hatred. With an anguished cry, I got to my feet. I pulled my wrists apart, causing the rope to break with ease.

"Let me out!" I shrieked, slamming my fist into the door. Pain shot up my arm. They had made the door vampire-proof. I was naïve to think they wouldn't have.

I sank to my knees, leaning on the door, and started sobbing tearlessly. I was hopeless. I was in a different country, if the several hours long flight had been any indication. Not Edward, not anyone knew where I was. Not even I could save myself.

"Please," I whispered, as my wretched sobs slowly subsided.

"We cannot do that, Miss Swan," said a carefully emotionless female voice.

"Of course not," I said, my hysterical sobs slowly coming back.

"We apologize for the cell, Miss Swan," said another emotionless voice, this time a male's.

"No need for formalities. You have me in a cell, remember?" I said, trying to keep my voice strong, but failing miserably as my sobs started again with more force.

"Alright then, Isabella," said the male, this time his voice slightly softer.

"Rhiner," hissed the female voice.

I couldn't see it, but I could practically sense the male shrugging.

Was he, my guard, feeling sympathy? Suddenly I got a burst of intuition. If I ever wanted to see Edward again, I had to get out. No more crying. No more begging. Not even anymore fighting. I had to be smarter then that. Maybe, just maybe, if I could get the guards on my side…

I smiled deviously at my plan, but I kept pretending to sob anyway.

I was going to get out. I would see Edward soon.

And no one could stop me.

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(P.O.V.: Carlisle)

Edward ran ahead, with Rosalie slowly trailing behind. Not that she cared about Bella's welfare; her logic was simple. The sooner we found Bella, the sooner she'd be reunited with Emmett. She was so selfish sometimes, it was almost disturbing.

As excited I knew Edward was, he was letting his anxiety and longing cloud his better senses. I knew he thought me to be lifeless, empty of emotion, but he was wrong. Oh so wrong. While Edward took out his grief with anger, with a plan, I grieved through my thoughts. Hurt only made me all the more pensive. And lately, I'd been thinking about Bella.

If they took Bella, and they planned on making her one of them as they had said, they'd probably take her to where vampire lore had all started. Where it "began", hypothetically speaking. Romania. Which was not good, for if they had taken her there, the birthplace of nightmares, then they had a lot more vampires on their side then we did on ours. We needed allies, and there was only one place to turn to. With the others going to Denali, we had to, just had to, go to the Volturi.

It was our only option if we wanted to save Bella, no matter how desperate it was. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I believe the saying goes.

But back to the current situation…

I hadn't run with Rosalie and Edward for one simple reason – it wasn't Bella they smelled, but someone who had been close to her, to Bella, at one time. No doubt someone who had been, who must've been, in Romania at the time they brought Bella in. But why this person would be here now baffled me.

I could only hope that this mistake wouldn't push Edward past his breaking point. If he hadn't already past it, that is.

But if he ever wanted to see Bella, we had to go see the Volturi. It was vital. So that is why I took my cellular phone from my pocket, flipped it open, and dialed the local airport for the next flight out.

We were taking a little detour to Europe.