I didn't remember falling asleep, but when I woke I was on a plane. I didn't know how I knew I was on a plane, but I knew I was on a plane.

Looking around, I noticed Marcus, Eleazar, Tanya, Kate, and Irina weren't nearby, and I panicked. My bags were on the seat next to me, but where were the vampires that were supposedly going to help me escape?

That's when I realized something. My bags were next to me. Somehow, I knew that only my backpack should have been next to me, not all my bags. That meant... I was on a private plane? I wasn't sure, but I stood and looked around.

Towards the front of the plane, I could see the heads of the three blondes, Marcus, and an additional brunette woman, but no Eleazar. The five of them were whispering so fast I couldn't understand their words, so as quietly as I could, I walked over to them, not wishing to disturb their conversation, but not willing to remain alone. However, as soon as I was five feet away from them, they all turned and looked at me.

Marcus smiled. "Come here, Belle."

Timidly, I walked over to him and sat when he patted the seat next to him.

"You remember Tanya, Kate, and Irina, no?" Marcus gestured to each of them as he said their names.

I nodded timidly, pulling the sleeves of my cashmere sweater over my hands.

Marcus gestured to the brunette woman with golden eyes in the seat across from us. "This is Carmen, Eleazar's mate."

I nodded, and Carmen smiled. "It's so nice to meet you, Belle!"

I smiled timidly then looked away, sitting back in the plane seat and pressing my knuckles to my mouth. I stared out the plane window and watched as the lightening clouds gave way to a lavender sky. Looking down, I saw nothing but the blue sea meeting the tan beaches of land.

Hours passed. I learned that the reason I hadn't seen Eleazar was because he was the one helping fly the plane, the co-pilot. Another man, Liam, was the pilot. It was discussed by the vampires near me that Liam's mate Siobhan and the other member of their coven Maggie were waiting with friends in Washington state, meaning Liam too was a vampire. Marcus offered me breakfast, but despite the hunger pains crippling my stomach, I had to refuse. I wasn't used to eating, and even when I did get to eat, I couldn't eat much.

"You have to eat. You haven't eaten in days," Marcus protested. "Humans like you need to eat every day. Caius and Aro ignored that. I am going to fix that."

I looked down, and nodded.

"What would you like?"

I looked up at him in confusion. What did he mean, what would I like? My opinion didn't matter. It was another reason I wasn't supposed to speak.

Marcus sighed and dashed away, returning a second later with a piece of paper. I slowly read the words and realized this was a menu. I pointed to the French toast, and Marcus dashed away, returning ten minutes later with the French toast, bacon, syrup, and a glass of milk. I ate slowly, savoring the meal, not expecting another to come for another few days. After finishing it, Marcus took the plate and glass and dashed off again, returning and sitting next to me again. I turned back to staring out the window, and he left me alone.

I must have fallen asleep again, because when I woke up, I was in a bed I didn't recognize. I jumped to a sitting position, surprised to find myself under the blankets and still dressed in the dark jeans and grey cashmere sweater.

Looking around the dark room, I took in my bland surroundings. The sheets and blankets were grey, the wooden bed frame painted white. The wallpaper was grey and white striped, and the windows had heavy grey drapes. The carpet was dark grey, the bedside table, closet, and dresser white. The room was small, the bed for two people and in the middle of the wall, but it seemed so much more welcoming than my old room. Despite the lack of light, there were no dark corners, nor were there torture devices or a mechanical puppeteer. Already I liked this room much more than the room I had spent so much of my life in.

Thinking about my old room, I remembered that I was still on the run, and that Master and Sir wanted me dead. I remembered that Marcus was a vampire, and he had drank the blood of humans before, even though he was trying to change that and drink the blood of animals.

I shivered suddenly, sinking back under the covers. My eyes started watering, and soon, the tears escaped my eyes and I cried as quietly as I could. However, they must not have been as quiet as I thought, as there was a soft knock on the door. Silencing myself, I wiped my eyes on the sheet and started to get up when Marcus simply opened the door.

"No no, relax," he said.

I pulled the covers back over myself and curled my knees up to my chest, sitting up. Marcus sat near me, no longer wearing all black. He now wore black pants and shoes with a red button-down shirt, still wearing that silver pendant with the V, the quadrant shield, and the two red gems. I was tempted to touch it, to turn it over in my fingers and trace the shape of the V and the shield, but I decided against it, keeping my hands under the blankets.

Marcus sighed. "Belle, we're going to need to think of a new name for you. We can't keep calling you Belle. Not only is it not your real name, but it's easy for Caius and Aro to find you using the name Belle."

I nodded, but I was still very confused. I had a different name? A real name?

"What would you like to be called?"

I looked at him with eyes wide in fear. He was asking for my opinion. Even though I could trust Marcus, it could still be a trick. He was still Master's friend. He might punish me.

Marcus sighed, then suggested, "Well, we could say your name is Isabella, and call you Bella for short. It's not that different from Belle, but it would make it easier for you to adjust to it until we found your real name."

I nodded. Bella. I liked that.

Marcus smiled, placing his hand on my foot. "Then Bella it is."

As if that was a cue, Eleazar, Carmen, Tanya, Kate, Irina, and another man with red eyes that I figured to be Liam entered the room.

"We have decided on a name?" Carmen asked, but Eleazar chuckled.

"Carmen, we all know we heard the conversation. Of course they decided," Eleazar said.

Liam nodded. "Bella. It is a simple change, yet a lovely one."

Everyone smiled and murmured their agreement. I smiled softly, rather pleased they enjoyed the change in my name.

Suddenly there was a banging sound coming from another room. Everyone looked to the door.

"Is it them?" Liam asked.

Marcus narrowed his eyes and sniffed the air. "Possibly. We need to get Bella out of here. It is of the utmost importance that they do not get her back."

"Why? She's just a human," Liam scoffed.

I shied away from him, and Marcus hissed. I shied away from him as well, not liking the inhuman sound he made.

"She is not just a human, Liam," Marcus growled. "What they did to her is unspeakable, and at such a young age, too. It is a miracle she is still alive. How they controlled their thirst around her I will never know."

Absent-mindedly I traced a few scars on my wrists and ankles, ones that were much colder than the rest of my skin. I was reminded of the burning pain then the light-headedness.

Everyone turned to me quite suddenly, and I stared at them with wide eyes.

"They didn't control it at times, did they?" Tanya asked.

I shrugged, but I gripped at my wrists, suddenly wanting to make the scars wounds again. It would be so much easier for them if any of them gave in and drank my blood, wouldn't it? I mean, they wouldn't be running anymore, they wouldn't have to push away their thirst, nor remember I needed feeding and watering.

The banging grew louder, and Marcus went rigid. "We need a plan."

Eleazar pursed his lips, then said, "Marcus, take Bella and as soon as we open the door, run as fast as you can. We'll create a diversion."

"They'll kill you instantly," Marcus said.

"Bella isn't any ordinary human, remember?" Eleazar said. "Her abilities may be very strong if she were changed. I can't even see them."

Marcus sighed. "And what if it's a human that's at the door?"

Liam smiled. "I'll take care of them."

Eleazar nodded. "It's decided."

Marcus sighed, then scooped me up and dashed out to the front room. Eleazar readied himself, as did everyone else, and Liam rested his hand over the doorknob. Marcus nodded, and Liam turned the doorknob. Marcus took off, there was a hiss, and then suddenly I blacked out.

I woke to a bright white light and searing pain in my limbs. Reflexively I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the light, but my eyes widened at the sight of white gauzy bandages wrapped around my hand and arm, a thin, clear cord sticking out of the back of my hand. Eyes widening, I set my hand back down and pushed myself up, causing my arms to errupt in a sharp, slicing pain again. I winced, and a cold hand suddenly rested on my left one.

"Careful, Bella. Let's not rip the stitches now," a familiar voice said softly to my left.

I turned my head sharply, my eyes wide open despite the pain the bright light caused me. Marcus was here, his pale skin bright white in the equally bright light. He smiled at me, patting my hand gently.

I looked at him questioningly, my eyes asking my million questions. Where am I? What happened? What is going to happen now? Are Master and Sir still after me?

Marcus sighed, looking away. "You're in the hospital in Forks, Washington. You... You fell down a few flights of stairs and kept on going, right through sliding glass doors. You lost a lot of blood and needed a transfusion."

I stared at him blankly. Was this the truth, or was he lying to me, hoping to protect me?

Marcus sighed again. "Bella...some people here would like to talk to you, to reintroduce themselves to you." He leaned in closer when I looked at him in confusion, ears perking up at the word "reintroduce". "Bella... Your family has been looking for you these past six years, and they're here. They've been waiting for you to wake for nearly fourteen hours now. The entire FBI team supporting your parents through the case and teaming up with Italian officials is also waiting to meet you. They want to talk with you about what happened."

I shook my head. I would do no talking.

Marcus sighed. "Unfortunately, you don't have a choice."

I bit my lip. I didn't want to talk. I couldn't talk. I wasn't supposed to talk. Absent-mindedly, I reached to my throat to find my collar, but to my dismay it wasn't there. Panicking, I felt all around my throat for it, but it simply wasn't there. Someone had removed it.

"We removed the collar while doing the stitching and the blood transfusion," said a polite male voice to my right.

I jumped, eyes wide in fear as I turned to look at the man who spoke. He was handsome and blonde, with unnaturally pale skin, golden eyes, and perfect features. He wore a blue button-down shirt and light brown pants under his white lab coat. Although he looked trustable, with his fair smile and polite voice, he was still male, and the golden eyes and pale skin reminded me of Eleazar and his friends, meaning this man was a vampire.

"Bella, this is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. He has taken very good care of you, and is a fantastic man to trust," Marcus assured me, resting his hand on mine again.

I nodded slowly, eyes still wide with fear, heart still racing but slowing. I would be the judge of who to trust and who not to trust, thank you very much.

Dr. Cullen smiled. Marcus was smiling. Despite their handsome, perfect smiles, I couldn't smile back. I was too scared.

Marcus turned to Dr. Cullen. "I think this may all be a bit much for her. Maybe she shouldn't see her family just yet."

But Dr. Cullen shook his head. "Marcus, they have been waiting for six years. Charlie has not stopped pestering me about any Jane Does coming in matching her description. Now that we've found her, he has not stopped demanding to see her since he got here twelve hours ago with Renée and their spouses. I understand it might be too much for her, but she does need to see her family again. Maybe she'll remember them. They most certainly remember her."

Marcus sighed. "Alright, let them in."

Dr. Cullen smiled and opened the door. "She's awake now if you would like to see her," he called to people waiting on the other side of the door.

A woman squealed, and the sound of chairs grating on tile floor abused my ears. The frantic murmurs of emotional people came flooding in, and Dr. Cullen stepped aside to let everyone in.

Instantly six people entered the room: two women, two men, and two little boys. Both men had dark hair, and one woman had light brown hair, the other blonde. The little boys both had blonde hair. The man closest to the brunette had a beard and mustache, brown eyes, and fair skin, wearing a red plaid flannel shirt and black pants. The brunette woman had green eyes and lightly tanned skin, wearing a blue tank top under a navy blue sweater, with light-wash flare jeans and brown suede booties. The other man had dark eyes and wore a black pantsuit, while the blonde woman had blue eyes and wore a black pantsuit as well.

"Victoria?" the brunette woman asked.

"Is that really you?" the man in plaid asked.

I looked at them in confusion, but the name Victoria did sound familiar. I kept glancing at Marcus, who took my hand and squeezed it gently.

"Bella, these are your parents, Renée and Charlie. They have been very worried about you these past six years."

The brunette woman started tearing up. "Oh, it's been so hard!"

The man in plaid smiled. "It's nice to know you're alive and well."

I shied away from them as they came forward, no doubt to hug me. I still couldn't remember who they were. I couldn't find any memories of them.

They looked hurt by this. "Don't you remember us, Victoria?"

I shook my head slowly, and it was evident that this simple action hurt them more than words can describe. The brunette - Renée, no doubt - started to cry, walking back to the other man, who wrapped his arms around her and shushed her, reassuring her that one day I'd remember her. The blonde woman came over to the man in plaid - Charlie, no doubt - and took his hand as he stared at me in wounded shock. Seeing the hurt in their eyes and in their body language, I started to tear up too, then the tears fell from my eyes and cascaded down my cheeks.

Marcus closed his eyes and shook his head. "I told you, Carlisle, that this wasn't a good idea."

Dr. Cullen frowned and sighed. "I didn't think it would hurt everyone."

Marcus sighed. "Well, at least we all know she's alive. Now we can begin refamiliarizing her with her old world."

The man holding Renée stepped forward. "Victoria, do you prefer the name Bella?"

I looked at Marcus in fear. I wasn't about to speak to that man. His seriousness frightened me.

Marcus answered for me. "Agent Hotchner, she has been called Belle for the past six years. We changed it to Bella, short for Isabella, to protect her from those who held her captive and because it was so similar to Belle, it would be an easy change."

The man - Agent Hotchner? - nodded. "I see." He turned to me. "Bella, my name is Agent Aaron Hotchner, and I am your stepfather."

Renée nodded and said, "And this is your half-brother, Jack."

One of the blonde little boys waved shyly at me. I waved shyly back.

The blonde woman smiled at me. "Bella, I'm Agent Jennifer Swan. I'm your stepmother, and this is your half-brother Henry."

The other blonde little boy smiled and waved at me. I waved shyly back.

Marcus turned to me. "This is your family, Bella. This is where you belong."

I looked at the six people in front of me, prepared to at least say the word "Hi", when suddenly, three more young men entered the room. Both of them floored me with their amazing good looks. I knew right off the bat I was in for some trouble.

But how sweet would all that trouble be...?