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Thanks to my reviewers. Now if only I could see them. Stupid being glitchy. It's so frustrating because reviews usually help me figure out the arrangement of my chapters (like add more this character, hold off on this one). Plus they make me happy.

As an answer to a question as to why I always make Edward the son of a psycho, the answer is simple. Its fun. I torture Edward because I love him so much!

Chapter 2,

Carlisle did the only thing he could think of. He sat in the middle of the highway and let the rain soak him to the bone. For the past five hours he had been searching miles around the site where his daughter had been when she went missing.

There were no scents besides the lingering blood. The rain had done it's job cleaning up. He didn't stand much of a chance anyway. Vampires usually had a more subtle scent compared to humans. Plus the massive blood stain on the highway was still so strong. He had followed tracks through the woods. Three sets that went in different directions before disappearing altogether. One set was deeper than the others. That must have belonged to someone carrying her. Then the tracks just vanished. Tracks left by a running vampire wouldn't leave much to find and the rain didn't help. All he had was a small hope that she was still alive.

He sat in her car and dropped his head against the wheel. Sooner or later he was going to have to go back home. He was going to have to see Esme and tell her. Worse than that he was going to have to tell Emmett that his fiance was gone. He was going to be devastated.

Carlisle turned the car on and went home. He would find his daughter on his own. He didn't want the police involved in this. Not only would they be useless, but they may as well help people who need it. What could they find that he couldn't?

He was home way too soon. He got out of the car and leaned against it. He didn't want to go inside. He wanted to cry. He wanted to curl up and cry. He could hear her voice over and over in his head. Or rather her screams. He heard her screaming for him in his head. He tried to shake them away but that only made it worse.

His family was wondering where she was. After all it was just after midnight. Esme was worrying herself sick. Carlisle took a deep breath and went inside.

"Oh Carlisle thank god," Esme cried in relief, "Bella hasn't come home and she hasn't called. I can't reach her on her cell."

Carlisle couldn't speak. He pressed Bella's water soaked phone into her hand. Esme looked at it curiously then at him.

"Where have you been? You smell like blood!"

"I've been out on the highway. Esme sit down."

She didn't.

"Where is Bella?"

"Someone took her."

Esme's hands flew to her mouth, dropping the phone, and she shook her head no.

"Whoever it was planned it. They used a dead body to get her to stop and then grabbed her when she checked it out."

"No, you can't be sure," Esme said in denial, "Carlisle you can't be sure."

"I was on the phone with her Esme!" Carlisle cried, his control slipping. He heard her in his head again. "I heard her scream as they took her! Someone has my little girl and I don't know who! I don't even know for sure if she's still alive for sure!"

Esme sank into a dining room chair. She looked helpless and distant. He knew he probably looked the same. He heard Emmett upstairs. He had heard no doubt. Carlisle wanted to go up and check on him. His legs weren't moving. He felt tired for the first time in his immortal life.

Upstairs Emmett hung Bella's wedding dress in the closet, making sure not to peek in the bag. He would have Esme take it out of the bag and air it out later. He then went and sat on her bed. It was the same bed she had used since she was a little girl. When he first met her. Back then he was big brother that made her laugh. Over the years their relationship evolved to deep friendship and then to romance. He laid on the bed and hugged her pillow so he could breathe in her scent. She made him happy in every way possible.

Who had her? Who took her from him? Would they keep her alive? He hugged her pillow tighter. She was getting her wedding dress for crying out loud! Preparing for their happiest day! He pulled her quilt over him. He remembered when they made it with Esme. Back when they were living in Maine and she had broken her leg. It had been meant to be a gift for Carlisle but then a horrible winter gave the quilt a permanent place on Bella's bed. She still cuddled up under it during the winters and even during the summer when they would spend hours cuddling.

Tonight she wouldn't fall asleep in his arms. He wouldn't watch her dream and find lasting amusement in what she talked about in her sleep. Would he ever hold her again? He felt weight on the bed and picked up his brother's scent. Jasper was his best friend and knew when he needed company and when he needed to be alone. This time it was somewhere in between.

Then he heard Carlisle downstairs. The doctor had finally snapped completely and he was curled up on the floor crying. Esme was sitting beside him, stroking his hair absentmindedly. He turned and brought her into his arms. They curled up together and cried. There wasn't much more they could do at the moment. Their heads were foggy with shock and confusion.

---

Bella's head hurt. She felt like she had been drugged. Her eyes hurt when they were opened. Her blurred vision lasted for a few seconds before she could clearly see how much trouble she was in. She was in a room with stone walls and a wooden ceiling. She sat up and felt pain blossom in her lower back and spread all through her torso. She felt like she would if she fell asleep in a chair. She tried to sit and the pain was sharper. She was on a wooden table. She felt like she was in a dungeon from the atmosphere.

She slipped off of the table and tried to go to the door when she was tripped. She looked down and saw an iron cuff around her ankle. She also realized that she wasn't wearing the jeans and sweater she had been in last time she was conscious. No she was in a floor length blood red dress. Satin by the feel of it. She stood up and looked herself over. The sleeves were long and tight. The whole dress was. It hugged ever curve she had. There was a gold trim on the hems. It was off the shoulder with a gold trimmed neckline that showed a bit of her cleavage.

"Oh sweet lord," Bella whispered. She pulled on the chain but it was welded to an iron base on the wall. She knelt down and pulled on the cuff. It looked old to her. It was thick with an internal lock. She felt her hair. She pulled a bobby pin out and began trying to pick the lock.

"Clever girl."

Bella jumped and stood quickly. Her eyes widened in shock.

"I wouldn't have dreamed you knew how to pick locks." Aro took her hand and kissed it. "Red suits you."

"What do you want with me?" Bella asked, trying to pull her hand away.

"I told you," Aro purred, letting her hand go and stroking her cheek with one long finger, "you are mine."

"I'm nobodies."

"You are my human now," he told her. Bella took steps back as he moved towards her. "When you admit that to yourself you'll feel better."

"My family will come for me."

"I'm sure Carlisle has figured out that you aren't dead. But he won't find you."

"Emmett will."

Aro just laughed. "How about this. You keep hoping. That way, when he doesn't, I can say I told you so. Until then I am more than happy to take his place between your legs."

Bella rose her hand to slap him but he caught her. He reopened the cut on her wrist with his nail. She winced and hissed in pain before her blood bubbled up. Aro drew lightly on the wound. He stopped and licked her wound, sealing it with the mild venom in his saliva.

"Don't make the mistake of assuming I'll give in to your whimpers, princess. Your daddy isn't the only one who can control himself around fresh blood, and your fiance isn't the only one who will enjoy your warm body."

He pushed her back into the corner and she looked up at him. She felt herself shaking. He knelt down and stroked her cheek again.

"Forget about Carlisle Cullen and his merry band of misfits. You'll see what a true vampire is."

"You're insane!"

"No, no sweetheart not insane."

He stood up and left. When he was gone Bella hugged her knees and cried. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be with her parents and her brother and sister. She wanted to be with Emmett and feel his gentle embrace. She wanted to hear him laugh again. She saw the pin on the floor and grabbed it. She unlocked the cuff and went to the door. It was open. She crept out into the hall. She broke into a run and then she was grabbed by her captor.

"You love making this fun don't you?"

"Just let me go!" She cried, pushing Aro's chest.

He held her by her wrist and pulled her back to a small room.

"LET ME GO!"

"Keep screaming if you'd like, nobody who cares can hear you. My coven has a total of thirty vampires that live in this fortress. I am their leader."

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO KEEP ME HERE!"

"I am stronger than you. I am a man and you are a woman. I have the right to keep you here because I can. Now," Aro pushed her into the room, "I'm being patient with you. But keep in mind when you get angry your blood boils and your cheeks turn red and you look so sweet and innocent. I won't always be able to control my lust princess."

He locked her in again and Bella kicked the door. This room was different than the one she had been in before. It was slightly bigger and there was a bed. It also had a window. The glass had the same crisscross pattern that made her feel like she was in an old movie about a damsel in distress. Large iron candelabras lined the walls with their candles lit. The smoke was drifting out through vents in the walls up near the ceiling. The room was just creepy. She had a wardrobe that she was afraid to open. She figured it was probably full of sick sex toys or something like that. She went to the bed and sat down. So was that it? She was going to be kept as a human pet?

She looked over quickly when the door opened and a vampire came in. She remembered him from the engagement party. The handsome redhead. He looked a bit more surly here though.

"Edward. Right?"

"Eat," he said, putting the tray on the small table in the corner. There was a chair for her to sit in.

"Why am I here?" Bella asked.

"Because he wants you to be," Edward answered.

"What is this?"

"Meat raviolis. I can't vouch for the taste."

Bella sat and she was given a glass of red wine.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked.

Bella looked at him. He looked back at her with deep burgundy red eyes under beautiful auburn hair. "I'm not hungry."

"Just eat," he sighed, sitting on the floor by the door and taking out his book. "I can't leave until you do."

Bella looked back at the meal. It looked delicious but she wasn't hungry. She felt too sick. So she stood up and went to the window.

"Where am I?"

"If I answer will you eat your dinner?" Edward asked stiffly.

"Yes."

"You're in Volterra, Italy in the Volturi fortress. Trying to escape is pointless. Now eat."

Bella went back to the table and stabbed one of the raviolis with her fork. She took a bite and it was good. She swallowed the bite and looked at Edward.

"How long have you been here?"

"What answer will get you to eat quietly?" He asked in a hot irritated voice.

Bella put her fork down and folded her arms.

"Why are you doing this?"

Edward sighed and closed his book. "Because I have my orders. Now eat!"

"I don't want to!"

Edward glared at her and she glared back. She stood up and he pushed her back down into the chair.

"Eat. Stop acting like a petulant child."

"You can't make me do anything."

Edward smirked. "Silly little human. I am a thousand times stronger than you. If not for my father's lust with you I'd show you just how weak you are by snapping your little arm."

"I hate you."

"Well," Edward sighed stabbing a ravioli with the fork and shoving it into her mouth, "I don't give a damn. Eat."

Bella spit the food out on him. Edward straightened and brushed the food off of his shoulder. He grabbed a fist full of the dinner and threw it at her.

"Act like a child I'll treat you like one."

He left, locking the door behind him. He saw Alice in the hall with an amused smirk on her face.

"Aren't you supposed to be the calm one?" She asked. "You did say that right?"

"I am a spy, not a babysitter. That girl is infuriating."

"Aw Eddie," Alice cooed, patting his shoulder.

"Edward has she finished?" Aro asked.

"Can't say. She refuses to eat."

Aro raised his eyebrows. "You have sauce on your shoulder."

"She spit her food at me."

Alice snickered and Edward glared at her. Aro raised his eyebrows further. "Edward. Something you'd like to share? You seem unhappy."

"I'm not her babysitter. I refuse to cater to her stubbornness."

"I hardly think throwing ravioli at her is catering to her stubbornness," Aro said lightly.

"I don't want a part of this anymore."

"Alice kindly bring me a moist towel so that I may clean her."

Alice nodded and left.

"Wow you're a perv," Edward sighed, going off with her.

---

Carlisle ran his hand through his hair yet again. Esme was sitting and chewing on her nails. Rosalie was sitting with her trying to comfort her. Jasper was trying to keep the family calm. An hour ago the rages began. Emmett was first, which didn't surprise anyone, and Carlisle came next. That was a little more surprising. Unfortunately several boulders and a few trees were the casualties.

"You searched the area?" Emmett asked yet again.

"For the tenth time, yes, I have, Emmett. I found the other woman's body an hour ago. Whoever took her wanted us to think she may be dead."

"So they think we're human then," Jasper said.

"I can't say for sure but I think we're dealing with vampires. I'm almost positive. The body was hid way too well. Like by professionals."

"How well?" Esme asked.

"Under a tree."

"Yeah vampires," Jasper agreed. "But was that smart or dumb of them?"

"I can't tell," Carlisle sighed, "but they planned this. There was more than one and they planned this."

"Do you think it was someone who is against you?" Esme asked quietly.

"Who's against him though?" Rosalie asked.

Carlisle thought for a moment. The Romanians maybe. After all he did consider Aro a friend (though not a close one) and that was enough for the Romanians to hate him. He never got along with Stefan at all. But he hadn't seen or spoken to them in at least seventy years. Therefore he hadn't told them about his adopted daughter.

"If it was someone who was against Carlisle we would have heard something by now. A ransom demand or some sort of torment," Jasper pointed out. "Something that would make their point."

"I'm sick of this," Emmett declared. "I'm going out to find her."

"Hold your horses there cowboy," Jasper said, grabbing his shirt.

"Don't stop me! Bella's out there enduring only god knows what and we're just sitting here!"

"We need a plan, Emmett," Jasper said calmly, "you aren't the only one that is worrying about her."

"Jasper's right," Carlisle said standing, "Emmett I know your pain but we can't just go running out to find her. Not by ourselves."

"What do you mean?" Rosalie asked.

Carlisle was about to answer when Bella's phone rang. Everyone looked at it as if it was sprouting legs. Carlisle grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Carlisle? Where's Bella?" Tanya asked. "I need to talk to her about the caterer she asked me about."

"Tanya can you let me talk to Eleazar?"

"Um...sure...hold on."

The family was still tense. Carlisle didn't look at anyone. He felt Esme hug his shoulders and rub his back gently.

"Carlisle?"

"Eleazar, Bella's been kidnapped. We think vampires are responsible."

"Holy...how could someone do such a thing?"

"I don't know," Carlisle groaned, running his hand through his hair again, "we're going to look for her. Can you please keep an eye out?"

"Absolutely. I'll let you know if I see or hear anything. Try going to Aro, he hears everything."

"I will. Thank you Eleazar."

"No problem. Our prayers are with you and your family."

"I thank you," Carlisle said quietly. "Take care."

"You too."

He snapped the phone closed and put it aside. The family had heard the entire conversation so there was no point in repeating it.

"Aro has teams specialized in finding vampires," Emmett said.

"Alright," Carlisle said firmly, "we're going to split up. I'll go to Volterra and ask Aro for assistance. Jasper, I want you and Esme to go to South America. Emmett you and Rosie go north."

The family went to the massive garage and Carlisle gave them each credit cards and he hugged each of his children before they went off. He kissed Esme before he got into his mercedes and drove to the airport.

---

Bella looked over when Aro came in.

"How are you my dear?"

"Let me go."

Aro chuckled. "I told you, you're mine."

"And I told you, I don't belong to anybody!"

Aro smiled and came up to her with a warm damp towel. He sat beside her and she jumped up. With a sigh he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Bella sat stiffly as he dabbed sauce from her neck.

"Have you decided against being so stubborn?"

"I hope you die."

"Oh come now," Aro purred, dabbing along the neckline of the gown, "I'm not so bad when you get to know me."

"You're creepy and you kidnapped me. You also staged my death! My father is probably worried sick."

"Oh most certainly," Aro agreed as he put the towel aside and stood. "One moment with him is enough to know you're his world." He went to the wardrobe and Bella saw the contents. It wasn't a bunch of sex toys or other perverted things, but gowns. He selected an emerald green one and Bella jumped up. "Something wrong?"

"I'm perfectly able to dress myself."

"But it's more fun if I do."

Bella began to tremble a bit and her mouth went dry. He set the green dress on the bed and grabbed her arm.

"Trembling with anticipation perhaps?"

Bella tugged uselessly away from him. He spun her around and shifted her hair over one shoulder.

"You're so beautiful for a human," he whispered against her neck. "So sweet."

"P-please don't."

"I like it when you say please."

Bella stiffened when she felt his lips on her neck. She bit her lip and tired not to cry. She tried to imagine she was home and safe. She was at the romantic dinner Emmett made for her for their first anniversary. Or their valentines dates. When he would hold her and slowly kiss her.

But this wasn't a room filled with candles set up by her fiance, and it wasn't his gentle touch she was feeling.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, unable to keep the tremble from her voice.

"Because you fascinate me, and I collect fascinating treasures," he murmured into her hair.

His hands stayed mostly on her arms and shoulders. It was so creepy she couldn't stand it. Aro slowly unzipped her and the gown slipped easily down her shoulders. He turned her and looked her over. Bella's cheeks were flaming red and he smiled.

"You blush so sweetly."

Aro looked slowly over her body. When she tried to cover up Aro grabbed her wrists.

"No, no sweetheart, let me see your sweet naked body."

Bella shifted uncomfortably. She felt more violated in that moment then she had in her entire life, and she had her pants ripped down in gym class in seventh grade. She thought that would always take the cake for most humiliating moment of her life.

"Such a sweet young body. Your breasts are especially nice. Are you a C? Your nipples are like little rose buds."

"Stop please," Bella whimpered.

"I'm giving you compliments my dear. I'm overlooking how disgusting you look from the knees down, you should thank me."

"If I'm so disgusting then just let me go home! I'm not thanking you for anything!"

Aro pushed her back onto the bed and grinned. "I will fix your imperfections before you become my bride. Starting with that tangled mess between your legs. I refuse to touch you there until I'm satisfied."

Bella covered her self with her arms as he spoke and felt anger boil in her. How dare he act like he was giving her some sort of gift! He kidnapped her!

"Sleep tight princess."

Aro walked out and Bella let the tears she had been hiding fall.

---

Carlisle sat in the doctor's lounge. Life wasn't fair and kept proving it. In the file in his hand he had the information on his burn patients. Or rather burn patients and two corpses. The corpses were sad enough. They were twenty eight and thirty. Way too young to die. The worst part was the seven-year-old...Carlisle looked at the chart again...eight-year-old lost her parents on her birthday.

"That's just sick," Carlisle sighed, looking up. He stood and went down the hall to where the little girl was recovering. She was hooked up to a respirator and an IV drip. When she was brought in she was severely dehydrated from the fire. For the most part she was unharmed. Her mother had managed to get her out of the house before dying.

"Labs back?" Carlisle asked a passing nurse.

"Yes, she shows no permanent damage from smoke inhalation and she'll be admitted into physical therapy."

"Good. Thank you," Carlisle said. The nurse handed him the papers and Carlisle went into the room to add them to her chart.

"Mommy?"

He froze. Strange, he was a three hundred year old vampire who had treated every disease at least once and told countless people that they had lost loved ones to sickness, injuries or natural causes. But when the little girl asked for her mother he was frozen in place and wishing he could be anywhere but here.

"Where's my mom?"

Carlisle put her chart down and sat on the edge of her bed. Bad news was bad news. He could do this.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Dr. Cullen," he said gently, "you were brought in after the fire department was called. Do you remember anything?"

"Mommy with me in the yard. My legs hurt so bad."

"You have severe third degree burns on your legs and feet. We're keeping an eye out for infections and you'll be admitted into physical therapy to help you walk."

Bella nodded, barely understanding what it meant.

"Did you tell my mom and dad so they won't worry?"

Carlisle's voice hitched in his throat with his breath. "Bella...your parents didn't make it."

Bella just looked at him. She seemed to understand but then again Carlisle knew that she could just be in shock.

"I'm alone?"

He wasn't expecting that. She did understand that her parents had died and what that meant. He was expecting to have to tell her in at least three different ways.

"We're working on contacting relatives and we'll find out who you are to go with." Carlisle touched her head gently to comfort her, "I'll make sure you're taken care of."

Bella looked at him with sad brown eyes. Tears were beginning to form and fall.

"I want my mommy."

"I know you do," Carlisle mumbled, "I wish I could bring her back."

They had always been close. He was always drawn to her, he always had a strong desire to protect her. But now she was gone. She was out of his reach and protection. He remembered coming to work the next day and finding that she had been sent to pediatrics. He remembered popping down on his break to see her struggling to stand through her pain. Then she was gone. Her parents insurance couldn't cover her stay at a burn center and she didn't have family to take her in. Carlisle thought his heart was going to rip into pieces and he was so worried about her he began to get distracted and stressed.

That had been a cakewalk compared to this. Back then she was just the sweet little girl that needed someone to protect her and give her kindness. Now she was his daughter and now that she was gone Carlisle was realizing just how much of his life she had become infused with. Seeing her every morning when she woke up sent him to work with a smile on his face. When she was sick he would worry about her all day. He would even wonder if he carried viruses home with him. He later realized that the idea of a vampire carrying a virus was absurd.

"Flight 180 to Volterra Italy is now boarding rows one through five at gate A-5. "

Carlisle stood up and joined the line of travelers. He presented his boarding pass and passport to be safe. He walked onto the plane and took his seat. He called Esme to let her know he was going to be unreachable for a while and that he missed her already. Then he pulled out his iPod and listened to music until it was time to take off.

He couldn't remember the last time he flew. When they moved he and Esme usually drove together while the kids flew. Mainly because moving the family from the east coast to the west coast was hard on Bella who needed to get out and stretch every couple hundred miles or needed to stop for something to eat.

Why didn't he want her to be a vampire? He shook the thought from his head and came back to reality where the stewardess was giving the safety instructions and her partner was trying not to stare at him.

"Oh god look at the guy in seat two A," a young woman whispered to her friend.

"God damn," her friend, a man by the sound of the voice, agreed. Carlisle felt bad for Aro's son in that moment. He knew Edward could read minds. It must be annoying to have to hear all of the little fantasies. Carlisle sighed and ran his hand through his hair again. He knew the couple was still watching and he was sure they would see the golden band on his finger.

They did. He found slight amusement in their disappointment.

The plane taxied around to the runway and then it was time for takeoff. Back in coach he heard a man traveling with his young daughter and she was starting to get scared.

"It's alright, hold my hand and close your eyes."

A toddler was crying. A middle aged man was chanting be calm over and over again. A young woman was taking several deep breaths and another was giddy about take off. Apparently a group of college kids were on the plane as they were excitedly chattering about spring break.

Carlisle hated spring break. He also hated when he was flipping through channels and saw his own precious baby girl partying on a beach with Rosalie. Then she drunkly flashed someone. They both did. That was the most horrifying day of his parental life. Though the funny part was when she tried to pretend nothing had happened but cracked the moment she saw him. His little Bells was so transparent it was sweet.

When he was allowed, he put his earbuds back in and turned on his music. He didn't want to listen to happy chatter about vacations, or the businesswoman talking about how excited she was to get home to her family. He was trying so hard to block out what he didn't want to listen to he forgot what he was listening to over the headphones. It was the playlist for the wedding. Bella had decided to let him pick the song for the father daughter dance. The usual picks were there, Because you loved me by Celine Dion, Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle, even You'll be in my heart by Phil Collins.

He lost it when he thought he skimmed through them all and the opening sounds of Free Fallin played. While the song was about something completely different, it was the song he had sung to her one night when she was crying for her parents. Mostly because it was what was playing in his head at the time. But all the same it was their special song. He got up and slipped by the man sitting next to him and went to the back of the plane and into the tiny bathroom.

"All the vampires walking through the valley move west down ventura boulevard, and all the bad boys are standing in the shadows and the good girls are home with broken hearts," he sang quietly. He sat on the toilet and buried his face in his hands. "And I'm free, I'm free fallin'"

How could someone take his baby girl from him? He wanted to pull himself together but he couldn't. Since he met her he had been drawn to her, like a mother hen to a little chick.

He composed himself and looked in the mirror. He put his hand to his eyes. He had thin trails of blood down his cheeks. He cleaned them away with a moist towelette and tried yet again to compose himself. He took a deep breath and went to sit again. Soon he would be in Italy. Soon he would get Aro's help.

---

Aro walked into the massive room he used to receive guests. He was surprised when he saw Carlisle standing alone. Aro was never one to panic and he wasn't planning on starting. He didn't bother with the cloak and the formal appearance. He was casually dressed as he usually was. Carlisle thought he looked like he stepped out of a novel. He wore a loose puffy shirt that was way outdated and black pants with leather boots.

"Carlisle! What a pleasure!" He said happily. "I hope you're well."

"Aro I've come to ask for your help," Carlisle said in a voice that didn't suit him. Aro looked at him curiously, his voice was shaken, like he was trying to keep himself from falling to pieces.

"If it is in my power," he said, "what is the trouble?"

"Someone...a vampire...kidnapped Bella."

"That's terrible! Have you any clues? Anything?"

"No! All I know is they are vampires from the way they hid a decoy body. The rain washed away all scents. They lured her out of her car. Aro I heard her scream for me over the phone."

"Please, old friend, sit," Aro encouraged. He led Carlisle to one of many sitting rooms and eased him into a blood red velvet sofa.

"I keep hearing her scream for me. My family is searching everywhere. I know you have tremendous pull in the vampire community. I ask you to help me find her."

"I will," Aro promised, "I can send a team out. I'm afraid with her silent mind Demitri will be of no use."

"Thank you Aro," Carlisle said. He felt the tears in his eyes again, "heavens I'm such a mess."

"You have every right to be," Aro said.

"I should have turned her when she asked," Carlisle mumbled, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief. It was his second one. The other had become so soaked with his bloody tears. "But no, I wanted to preserve her humanity."

"Glasses reflecting the past are always clearer my friend," Aro said in a soothing tone, "you couldn't have known this would happen. Edward, come."

A moment later Edward came into the room and knelt before Aro.

"Assemble a team to search for Carlisle's daughter Bella."

"Yes father."

Edward stood and nodded to Carlisle before leaving.

"Please, my friend, peace."

"I have to go out and try to find her," Carlisle said standing, "thank you so much for your help."

"Of course," Aro said, touching his shoulder gently, "I will call you with any news."

"Thank you, Aro, thank you so much. You have no idea how much she means to me."

Aro smiled sadly before showing Carlisle out.

---

Edward sat in his room replaying what had just happened. He knew that Carlisle was attached to his human but he didn't know just how deeply. He always knew him to be a gentle and composed man with a warm heart, but he was so different now. He had been trembling and afraid. Then there was his own father. Aro was flat out giving an old friend false hope. What was it about that human girl that was so fascinating, that two powerful vampires would go to such lengths to have her?

He heard Aro walk by on his way to Bella's room. Aro opened the door and walked in. Bella was sitting by the window looking out over the sea.

"Your father came," Aro said casually, "he's positively broken hearted. He'll probably end up permanently staining his cheeks red."

Bella looked over at him. She had been crying and her eyes were bloodshot. Aro came over and tasted her tears.

"Sweet human Bella. I told him that I would help him find you. I told him how sorry I was for his pain."

Aro was grinning against her neck. Bella felt her stomach sink.

"He actually cried. Soft hearted Carlisle cried for his human daughter."

Bella pushed away from him. It was pointless, she couldn't go anywhere. His cold hands slowly wrapped around her shoulders and she felt his lips against her ear.

"He thinks I'm his old friend helping him. He'll never know you're here."

"You're disgusting. He'll figure it out and come back and kill you."

"Not likely," Aro chuckled. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and sighed, "just let them go. You're mine, pet and nobody will take you away."

He stroked her cheek with his thumb and turned her around. Bella looked at him with angry tear stained eyes.

"Blue is your best color."

Then he left. Bella sunk to the ground and cried again.

TBC

Yes, I know, in the SM series vampires don't cry. I want them to in this story. So I'd appreciate it if I didn't get any reviews pointing that out. In my more recent stories I've been straying a bit into other fictional vampires, kind of mixing and matching. I feel it allows me to broaden the characters a bit. If that bothers anyone, sorry but what can you do.