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Chapter Two: This is Definitely Not a Kodak Moment.

I could barely get enough oxygen in me to breathe, let alone walk up the long, gated entrance to the dark, mysterious castle. I could hear my footsteps echo from the coble stone and ring in my ears.

Making me that more anxious.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea? I thought.

On the other hand I don't want to chicken out and have all the girls see how much of a pussy, I really am.

So I have no other choice, then to man... I mean, woman up.

Yeah, Isabella Swam is not a coward!

I want to go home…

Wow, I'm so pathetic.

While, I was having this ridiculous, yet delusional pep talk, I managed to make it to the gated entrance.

Long, black rusted, a bar with a figurine of a gargoyle on the handle was to say at the least, intimidating.

Holding my breath, I turned around. They all stood at the edge where the car was parked and continued to watch me. That's fine, no pressure. Yeah right.

Thank god, I'm flexible after so many open side leaps. A type of jump or leap where you basically doing the splits in the air at an angle. Ouch.

I gracefully twisted my body between the bars by using my leg and arm muscles to pull me up over the gate. It was only a matter of falling on my face while trying to jump off the thing that made me lose my balance.

I pushed myself up from the ground, trying to ignore the stinging in my palms and knees because they took the most impact from my fall and just continue walking to the door.

The cobble stone walkway was the same outside the gate but surrounded by the trees and parts of the forest. It was almost, like whoever built this castle their original intentions were to keep hidden from the outside world.

I have to admit, it was spooky, like borderline Dracula spooky. I felt like eyes were watching me from behind the trees and in the midst of the darkness, but decided that my imagination was getting the better of me.

Finally, after what seemed like forever the castles entrance came into view. I couldn't help but notice the door with its aged oak wood most likely painted dark to match the rest of the castle and as I got I closer I was able to make something of the figurine on the door knocker, it looked like some sort of family heirloom.

Wondering if I should knock or not. I decided it would be best to just go in without making such a ruckus, even though I hope I don't get caught and end up going to a foreign prison where I've heard what they do to pretty girls like me. My father, Charlie, has told me horror stories about foreign prisons and I trust his knowledge since he's the police chief from my hometown, Forks.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I open the door slowly. First of all, let me say that I'm shocked that it was even unlocked at all.

I push with all my might, but the door only opened a crack.

Hey! Don't judge me!

Its oak, a very thick wood.

Lucky for me and my petite figure I was able to barely make it inside the castle by squeezing inside the crack in the door.

Alright, I'm in.

Where's that damn painting of what's his name? I thought to myself.

I couldn't really see anything, since it was so dark inside with barely lit candles randomly attached to the walls. So, I was left with no other option but dreamlessly walking the corridors trying to find painting of King Aro.

Not only was it dark, but cold. So, cold that I could almost see my own breath come out in small midst puffs as I opened my mouth.

I couldn't help but notice that all the paintings or portraits were all beautiful.

Like each person was carved out of marble and became real, especially this one portrait of a Prince Edward? At least that's the label under the painting.

I couldn't help but take in his handsome features. Soft lips, the color of ripe red apples, hazel eyes or that's the only way I'm able to identify the color because they look like gold. All the royal portraits have gold eyes in them.

There.

There, in the center almost as big as the other paintings was King Aro. I have to admit, he gives me chills just staring at the portrait. His eyes look as cold as glaciers and his mouth in a straight line with little crinkles on the corners like he was forced to waste his valuable time to have himself painted.

Pulling out the small Kodak camera from the back pocket of my jeans and adjusting the picture so all I had to do was push the button and it would snap a copy of the image so then I can run my ass out of here as fast as possible.

"Say cheese, King Aro" I smirked and quickly snapped the photo.

Turning around to start running towards the door, I felt something collide against my head.

Dizzy. I soon lost focused and started swaying, but before I could fall I felt a pair of arms sweep me up from my feet.

"What do we have here? My, isn't she a beautiful creature." I faintly heard the voice of the owner who currently keeping me from colliding on the floor.

"Edward, are you sure she's the one?" A voice from behind us spoke harshly.

"I'm sure, Rosalie. Look, isn't she perfect?" He answered.

I couldn't pay attention to the rest of the conversation because I could soon feel myself losing consciousness and being separated from reality.

Help.


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