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I walked up the steps, taking caution in each one. If my heart were to beat, it would be pounding against my chest. The peoples chit-chat seemed to calm me slightly, in knowing nothing would happen, at least not here in public. I reached the top, the doors were open. People were lining up, children were running around screaming and security guards were wide eyed.

'I can do this!' I thought. I could do it, and I did. I turned to face behind me, to see the view. Oh how times hadn't changed. The trees were still higher that my neck could willingly reach. The grass was still the healthiest shade of green. The maze still existed to the west side, and the marble fountain of my parents still stood in the middle. It was beautiful. More beautiful than over 90 years ago. But I was just stalling, trying to convince myself all the reasons of why not to go in. But I had to. I turned to face the door again, but this time I walked inside.

I walked over to a queue and waited in line. There was a family, a mother and a father, with a little girl and boy. The boy looked around 14 and the girl couldn't be older than nine.

'Daddy?' said the little girl.

'Yes sweetie?'

'What is this place?'

'It's a palace. A place where the richest man in America once lived.'

'Was there a princess?'

I had to chuckle. I had often been referred to as a princess.

'Yes there was, her name was Isabella.'

The little girl paused for a moment, 'Was she pretty?'

I chuckled again.

'I don't know hunnie, I never met her.'

They bought their tickets and went through the barriers. I walked to the counter.

'One ticket please.' I ordered.

'Age please?'

'Seventeen.'

'That will be sixteen dollars please?'

I thought it was stupid, the fact I was paying to see my own home, but it wasn't home. I handed him the money anyway, collected my ticket and walked through the barriers.

I didn't know where to go. Where would you go in your house after not being there over ninety years? I decided to go upstairs, see what was there, my room hopefully. I followed the staircase round. Paintings where over the walls, my father, my mother, me Damon and Stephan. I paused at that one. How much I wished they were still here, that I could still talk to them, see them, hear them, hug them. But the first world war took them from me. And I never got to say good bye...

17th July 1918

I woke up early. I dressed in my deep purple dress, I pulled my hair up into a bun. My face looked fresh today, I looked happy. The sun was seeping thew my curtains. I pulled them back as far as they would go. It was a beautiful day, no clouds, sun shining, and the gardener was at work.

I ran out of my room, down the stairs and into the dining room where I came across my father eating with the newspaper in his hands.

He looked up,

'Morning beautiful.' He greeted me.

'Morning father.'

'Sleep well?'

'Yes thank you, yourself?'

'No actually.'

'Why not? The air last night was lovely!'

He frowned.

'Where are Damon and Stephan?'

He looked at me. His eyes stared into mine. He looked...proud?

'Damon and Stephan..they're gone.'

'Gone? What do you mean by "gone"?' I could hear my voice becoming panicky.

'They joined the war. They left last night. They would have said good-bye, but Damon thought it would be best if they didn't.'

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Damon was my world. I loved Stephan, but Damon was meant the world to me. The three of us where inseparable, until Stephan decided to make 'friends' with the lower class people. Me and Damon did everything together. They wouldn't go without saying good-bye. What if they never came back?

'Isabella? Did you hear me?'

'Yes.' I sounded off, of course I would.

'You understand why they went?'

I thought for a moment. 'No. No I don't. It's VOLUNTARY! Why couldn't they just let someone else go? There are other men out there! Men who mean nothing to the world! Have no family, friends, are poor! Why couldn't they go? There would be less people on the streets! Why Damon and Stephan? They should be here, at home!'

My father stared at me, in amazement?

'Who are you?' he asked me.

'Excuse me?'

'You are not my daughter. That is not my Isabella. What has happened to you?'

'What if they don't come back? Well? They would have died for nothing!'

My father rose, and I cowered into my seat.

'NO. NOT "NOTHING", THEIR COUNTRY. FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE HELPLESS! What has happened to you?'

'I do not wish for my brothers to die, that is what-'

'SELFISH!'

'For not wanting my brothers to die? I'm selfish for thinking of their welfare?'

'Yes, because your thinking of yourself! YOU want them to live, for YOU! They are being selfless, putting their lives on the line to protect innocents!'

'Because they are IDIOTS!'

'BECAUSE THEY ARE MY SONS!'

I burst into laughter.

'What is funny, Isabella?'

'You! You think that because they're your sons they're like you! They are NOTHING like you! They are not monsters!'

'What are you implying Isabella?' He looked livid.

'That man,'

'What man?'

'The man that comes here, the blonde man. Long, blonde hair.'

'James? What about him?'

'I know what your doing with him!' He looked puzzled. 'Your planning to sell me! Do I really mean that little to you?'

He stared at me.

'What goes through your head young lady?'

I was about to speak when there was a knock at the door. My father held a finger up towards me, telling me to be quiet. I turned round to see who was at the door, none other than James himself.

I heard him speak for the first time. 'The butler let me in, he said you wanted to see me?'

'Yes-' he looked at me, 'we're ready.'

James smiled, it was creepy.

'Excellent!'

Present day

I continued up the stairs. I took a left at the top. I just wandered along the corridor, remembering the three of us running and playing along here. That was when I saw them. The Cullens.

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