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Suddenly she felt the fire blazing through her veins from her head to her toe, but she was trapped in her own body, unable to move herself from the position it was in. She couldn't even open her mouth to voice the agonizing pain that she was experiencing.

She tried to scream out, hoping that someone would be able to hear her and be able to know the pain she was experiencing, but not a sound was heard.

It was then that she realized that she was no longer in the ballet studio, but that she was moving. She had no idea how or why because she hadn't been able to open her eyes yet to get a good view of her surroundings.

Deciding to attempt it, she opened her eyes and quickly glanced around her, then immediately shut them again, forging them together. Opening them had definitely been a bad idea.

The only bit of information she received for her second of sight was that she was in a car, and heading somewhere at an unusually fast pace. She had no idea where she was going, but someone was taking her somewhere.

She strained her ears to try and see if she could hear anyone talking. Luckily she could hear two voices coming from the front seat.

"Do you think that something went wrong," said a woman in the passenger seat sounding a bit worried.

"I don't think so. I can still hear her heat beating pretty strong, she'll be just fine," said the man driving the car.

"But she's been out for two days, and hasn't made one noise or moved since she passed out," said the woman still unconvinced.

WHAT! How could this be possible? How could she of been passed out for two days, who were these two people, and where were they even taking her?

She tried to remember what had happened, but she had no idea. All she could remember were a few fuzzy details of people and a ballet studio. She tried to piece everything together, but as she began to do this, her memories began to fade even more. She could not even remember the conversation that the two people just had in the front seat. She couldn't even remember her own name.

She could still hear people talking in the distance, but couldn't grasp anything that was being said.

"It will probably only last for a few more day. By the time she wakes up we'll already be back in the city," assured the male voice.

"Do you think that they'll be able to find us?" she questioned him.

The man gave a heavy sigh, "There's no chance that they'll find us there, not even in three thousand years. And even if they do eventually find us, she'll have no idea who they even are or what they once meant to her. Besides, I wouldn't even be the least bit surprised if she has no idea who she even is when she wakes up!"

"He'll never stop searching for her, you know that right?" she said in a whisper sounding even more fearful than before.

"I know," said the man with satisfaction.

Slowly the pain began to fade away with her memories, till there was nothing left.

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Gradually she began to wake up. As she became more conscious, she tried to remember where she was or how she even got there. All she could remember was pain, a pain strong enough to consume the entirety of her memories.

For hours, at least that was what it felt like, she tried to remember her own name. In the end though, nothing came to her.

"Think, think, think," she thought to herself.

"Okay relax, everything is okay." She tried to calm herself down and think things through.

"So I don't know where I am. I don't who I am, and I don't know who brought me here. Great. Alright, so all you need to do is just breath and everything will be okay."

It was then that she realized that she hadn't been breathing since her whole thought process began. She tried to see if other things were working right. It was then that she noticed her heart wasn't even beating. She began to have a panic attack.

"What happened to me? Am I even alive?"

Suddenly she toke a voluntary breath and was stunned as her throat began to burn. It was like she was being forced to swallow a burning hot curling iron.

She immediately sat bolt upright and opened her eyes as she continued to take in her "first breath."

Even though her throat felt like it could have been in flames, she could smell a number of different things. She could smell all the dust particles in the air around her, fresh bread from a bakery nearby, a Chinese restaurant that was probably just around the corner. But the most potent smell was the one that burned her throat, making it ache with thirst. She had no idea what it was, but it smelt delicious. She knew that whatever this scent came from would sooth the pain, but that could wait.

She looked around her and noticed that she was in a small apartment. As she looked around, she was astonished by what she saw. She could see every single little thing, every speck of dust, every small crevice in the wood floors, and every streak of paint on the wall. Everything was so clear and vivid. As she closer t the furnishings of the room, she noticed how simple it was with its orange cream walls, a small antique desk, what she assumed to be a walk in closet, and a single twin bed to which she was currently sitting in. The room actually wasn't half bad; it was kind of homey in a way.

As she listened closely, she realized that she could hear everything probably within a miles radius as well. When she tried to pin point the sounds; she could pick out specific cars on the street below, people having entire conversations on their cell phones down on the sidewalk, and two people whispering in the room next to hers.

She had taken in another breath, this time anticipating the burning. She noticed that she could also smell the two people who were now standing just outside her door. The first was a man and he smelled like pine trees and lavender. The girl on the other hand smelled like vanilla and jasmine.

She slowly slid her legs off the side of the bed so that she was facing the door.

Suddenly the two strangers walked into the now small room.

Taking in their appearances, she noted that the woman was very lanky, and her features were almost catlike. Her hair was also a curly fire red that fell around her face and ran halfway down her back.

The man was different; he was more built and had blond hair that pulled back into a ponytail. Their features weren't similar, but at the same time they looked as if they could be twins. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something different about these two. She could tell from their stances next to each other that they had some sort of bonding relationship that kept each of them together.

After she was finally done analyzing these strange people, she finally looked the man in the eyes.

It was then that she became aware of one of their similarities; they both possessed a pair of blood red eyes that she couldn't stop looking at.

At long last, the man was the first to break the silence, "Hello Bella."

"Bella, is that my name?" she questioned. She was almost excited at the fact that these two people knew something about her.

"Yes your name is Bella," he said with a smirk on his face "and my name is James."

She tried to see if she could either place his name to any type of memory, but as usual she received no additional information.

All of the sudden she heard a light cough from across the room. When she looked up again, she saw that it was coming from the woman.

"Oh, my apologies," James said almost embarrassed "I would like you to meet my sister, Victoria."


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