Chapter 3

PLAYLIST:

Say (All I Need) - One Republic

Crede-ma - O-Zone

Ring My Bells - Enrique Iglesias

Isabella Swan

I went over to my disc player and turned on the first one I laid my hands on. One Republic. Not bad for a little bit of moody dancing. I skipped to my favorite then let the music wrap around me as I moved.

Do you know where your heart is?

Do you think you can find it?

Or did you trade it for something

Somewhere

Better just to have it?

Do you know where your love is?

Did you think that you lost it?

You felt it so strong, but,

Nothing's turned out how you wanted...

It was nice to be back in my studio. I let my thoughts fly was my favorite way to be. No routine. No coaches. No fancy choreography. Just pure emotion mixed with movement. Naturally, my thoughts eventually turned to Edward. After hearing him play, I'd railed Alice for not telling me about her handsome brother. I'd been curious to know what had made him blind, but I hadn't actually had the guts needed to talk to him.

We'd never been introduced. Somehow, whenever Alice would drag me off with her to Jasper and Edward's dormitory room, Edward was always gone. Alice would roll her eyes and say, ''He's such a piano freak. He's never away from one of those things.'' And so I'd been harboring my secret, silent crush for almost three months now. Ah, well. Maybe after the break...

I stumbled, losing concentration, and it was then that I realized I had an audience. He was tall, thin, pale-skinned, with red hair that seemed to stick up in all directions. His eyes were an odd shade of gold, but had a blackish tint to them. I blushed. ''Umm, what are you doing in here?'' I asked. Not the best way to start a conversation, but hey, he'd walked through my room and into my dance studio without my permission. I deserved a bit of an explanation.

''I'm Tristan, a friend of your dad's. I heard the music. You dance beautifully.'' His voice had a heavy Scottish accent. He advanced slowly. Involuntarily, I took a step back. He laughed a little. This frightened me more than I wanted to admit. I kept stepping back. Suddenly, his face became angry, but his voice was calm. ''Well, well, well, you are talented. Do you know what I am?''

Dangerous.

''Hopefully someone who will be out of here soon,'' I mumbled. He laughed out loud then.

Less than a second later, so fast I couldn't see it, he had closed the distance between us. ''We're actually both leaving,'' he said. ''Right now.'' I moved away from him again.

''No, thanks,'' I said. Something was wrong. He had moved so fast. I ran for the door, but he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and flung me against one of the mirror panels. It shattered and I screamed in pain as the shards of glass cut my skin. I lay there, unmoving. Charlie, help me, I thought. Tristan picked me up gently. His skin was freezing. Uncomfortably so. I had to get away. I struggled, but the pieces of glass only buried themselves deeper. Then he did something really really insane. He jumped out the window.

I couldn't stop the cries of terror that tore themselves out of me. But we landed gently. ''Shut up!'' Tristan exclaimed. He raised his fist, and then everything was very dark.

Edward Cullen

I sat at the piano, trying to compose a new piece but something was very wrong, and Alice was trying to keep whatever it was from me. I couldn't see her thoughts, but I could hear them. She was singing ''The Sweet Escape'' by Gwen Stefani in her head and was concentrating very hard on the words. ''Alice,'' I said in a normal voice. She would hear. ''You'd better tell me what's going to happen.''

She was by the piano under a second later, replaying the audio of her vision for me. I sat back when it was over, horrified.

''She's going to be kidnapped?'' Maybe this was an omen. Maybe we weren't supposed to be together.

I heard Alice nod. ''Mmm hmm.'' Yes.

Some very innapropriate words escaped my mouth then.''What can we do?''

''They're taking her to Northern Scotland. If we decide on saving her, it will be fairly easy. She's been hurt really badly. They want to turn her, but she's got so much glass embedded in her skin that they're afraid to do it. They're going to keep her in a room of her own. They're afraid of putting her in a dungeon or something. They don't want her to die. She's going to be a gifted vampire.''

I considered this for a moment. We'd not only have to get her out, we'd have to get her to a hospital before she... I pushed that thought aside. ''Let's go,'' I said.

''Hang on a sec, Edward. We can't just leave. Let's talk to Carlisle. He'll have an idea.'' Then she raised her voice slightly. ''Everyone, we need to talk.''

Suddenly, everyone's thoughts became a little louder. They were all standing here. As Alice explained, Carlisle was already coming up with ideas. ''I'll go with you. We'll get the girl out, then I can help her. We're going to have to bring her here, though. I can't haul all of my things all the way to Scotland and back.''

I nodded, feeling useless as he, Alice, and Jasper strategized. I couldn't think of any way I'd be able to help.

Esme, Rosalie, and Emmett would be staying behind, but I couldn't just sit here. There was something that was supposed to happen between me and this girl. I knew it.

''All right, Edward, your part is going to be the most important in this,'' Carlisle said a few moments later.

Author's Note: Hey guys, I love writing for you, but I need you to review and tell me how bad my spelling and punctuation is. I sometimes write ''it'' when i mean ''is'' and so on. Let me know what you think! Does it stink? Is it worth continuing?