The three men that entered the room simply floored me.

One man I could hardly say was a man; he looked like he was only seventeen, with pale skin, messily spiked brown hair with caramel highlights, and golden eyes, wearing a tan turtleneck sweater and jeans with sneakers. The golden eyes, pale skin, and perfect features instantly told me he was a vampire like two others in the room. His thin lips remained pressed in a line, his eyebrows angling down slightly as I stared at him. It took a lot of force to look away.

The man next to him was a bit older, but it didn't seem by much. He had brown hair that waved to his chin, hazelish eyes, and relatively pale skin, but not like any of the vampires in the room. He wore a white button-down under a blue sweater vest with tan pants, a red tie, and brown loafers. He smiled in a friendly manner when our eyes met.

But it was the other man that really caught my attention.

His hair was nonexistent, his dark skin shiny on top of his head. His brown eyes pierced my spirit, but something about his features made it seem that while he stared at me in an intimidating manner, much like Sir or Master would do in order to get a fearful expression on my face, he meant me no harm, and instead wanted to help me. His finely sculpted muscles were accented by his dark grey T-shirt and dark jeans.

I was struck by their individual looks, but something in my heart and stomach made me feel...unusual in the presence of the vampire and the man who seemed to be the complete and total opposite of him in terms of looks.

The doctor - I believe Marcus had called him Dr. Carlisle Cullen - addressed and introduced these three newcomers. "Bella, this is Agent Derek Morgan" - he pointed to the well-sculpted one, who nodded and waved ever so slightly - "and Dr. Spencer Reid" - the one with the chin-cropped wavy hair brightened his smile and waved rather enthusiastically at me - "and they are also part of the team that has been on your case since day one." Dr. Cullen gestured to the vampire. "And this is my son, Edward. He has been interested in the case ever since we moved here and he started helping the Swans by baby-sitting Henry."

Edward nodded, but his expression remained one of indifference. I was suddenly extremely uncomfortable in the room. There were too many people.

Dr. Cullen sighed. "Now, normally I only allow two visitors at a time, but I think I'll make an exception for you, Bella, as people will be coming and going."

Marcus added, "I will not leave your side until you as me to."

I gave him a look of relief. I needed Marcus with me. He was the only person I was sure I could trust. Even then, he wasn't a person; he was a vampire. That made it all the more important that he stay with me.

Agent Hotchner stepped forward. "Bella, if it's okay, we'd like to ask you a few questions."

I looked at Marcus in fear.

Marcus sighed. "I must apologize for her, Agent Hotchner. It has been six years since her voice has been above a nearly-silent whisper. Sound of any sort was forbidden without consequences, ones I am not entirely sure she ever challenged nor were ever enforced."

Edward grunted. "Well, isn't that stupid. I would have thought you'd be jumping at the chance to speak again."

I tried not to show my hurt, but by the expressions and reactions of the people around me, it was obvious I failed.

"Edward!" Dr. Cullen exclaimed harshly. "There is no need for such implications. You cannot rush the healing process. She will speak when she sees fit."

Edward sighed, then muttered, "Then what is the point in being here?" He left the room immediately afterward.

Dr. Cullen sighed. "I apologize. He never knew her, but he feels he does or should. Now that he doesn't seem to be correct, he'll be a bit aggressive or negative. It is simply the way he is."

I didn't know what to think, forget about what to say. I suddenly believed I was going to be silent my entire life, mainly just to spite him. Yet at the same time, I couldn't help but think the two most beautiful creatures I had ever seen had, at one point, been in the same room as me. Now that Edward had left, only one remained.

Agent Morgan, however, didn't seem too interested in me. He was too busy talking to the man who claimed to be my stepfather, Agent Hotchner, and the woman who claimed to be my stepmother, Agent Swan. The only people that seemed interested in me were Dr. Cullen, Marcus, the people that claimed to be my parents, Charlie and Renée, and Dr. Reid. Renée, however, was still being held by Agent Hotchner, and Charlie was still holding Agent Swan.

Marcus turned to me. "What would you like me to ask them for you?"

Slowly, I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "When I'm ready, what would they prefer me to call them?"

Marcus nodded. "Excuse me for a moment, but Bella asks, 'When I am ready, what would you prefer me to call you?'"

Renée instantly said, "Until you're ready to call me Mom, you can call me Renée."

Charlie said, "Same, except it's Dad and Charlie."

Agent Swan smiled sweetly and said, "Even though my last name is no longer Jareau, you can call me JJ. The nickname stayed, and I rather like it."

Agent Hotchner said, "Aaron or Hotch, I suppose. I wouldn't expect anything different."

Agent Morgan sighed. "Not sure if you'd want my input as well, but when you're comfortable, I suppose you could call me Derek…considering your family is now tied to my friends."

Dr. Reid looked down then back at me. "And you can call me Spencer."

Dr. Cullen nodded. "One step closer already."

I looked at Marcus, who turned and said, "That's her way of saying 'Thank you.'"

Spencer suddenly made a hand motion, pressing his right hand to his lips and then palm up in his other hand, which was in front of him. "'Thank you' in sign language."

I copied the motion, and he smiled.

Agent Hotchner (I don't think I'd ever be comfortable calling him Aaron or Hotch, I thought) turned to Spencer. "I didn't know you knew sign language, Reid."

Spencer smiled. "Only a little. I'm still learning."

Charlie chuckled. "Do you ever stop?"

Agent Swan laughed. "No, no one will!"

Suddenly, an unexpected sound rang through the air, making me jump. Renée quickly dug through the bag on her arm and pulled out a slim object, which she touched before pressing to her ear and asking, "Hello?"

She continued to speak to the device, as if she could hear someone speaking to her through it.

I looked at Marcus in confusion.

He smiled. "It's a cell phone. A portable-"

I nodded, understanding. I had forgotten about those.

He smiled back. "Good. You remember them now."

I nodded quickly. Even at the age of twelve, cell phones had mesmerized me. All technology, for that matter.

Wait... How did I remember that? What I had loved from when I was twelve? How did I know I was twelve? Millions of questions ran through my head suddenly, the air starting to swim. My mind started to flash, a few images appearing, things from my past. A dance recital where I twirled gracefully across the stage, smiling, having fun. Diving into beautiful blue water - a swimming pool, memory captioned - and jumping back out like a dolphin - memory captioned this as well. Visiting an aquarium, with many sea creatures: dolphins, sting rays, fish, jellyfish, crabs, California sea lions, seals and so much more. More images flashed forth, this time with sounds, too. A school cafeteria filled with talking and laughing children. A large open field where a younger Charlie and Renee and I ran around before collapsing under a tree, laughing and pointing at the clouds, one which was shaped like a fluffy white bunny. Music filled my ears as flowers and butterflies filled my mind's eye, along with millions more things, things I'd long forgotten.

The images and sounds stopped, and the air stabilized. Eyes fluttering, I looked at the faces around me then back at my lap.

Marcus looked at me with concern. "Are you alright?"

I nodded slowly.

Spencer cocked his head to his left. "You've remembered things, haven't you?"

I nodded slowly again.

"How much?" Renée asked.

I turned to Marcus, my expression pleading.

He sighed. "I would like to try something. Anyone have a pen and paper?"

Agent Morgan suddenly pulled out a small notepad and a pencil. "It's a pencil, but it should work." He handed it to Marcus, who then handed it to me.

"I'd like to see if you remember how to write."

I bit my lip, taking the pencil and concentrating on what I was writing: Not much.

Everyone peered at the notepad once I handed it to Marcus.

Spencer frowned. "So big...so childish."

I frowned as well. I didn't think my writing was really that big nor that childish. It was normal to me. I hadn't seen anyone else's writing before, right?

Marcus sighed. "I must apologize then. In the years I tried to teach her things, I never had her write anything, in fear that her captors would find the papers and accuse me of committing what would be, in their eyes, a severe crime met with severe consequences."

Agent Hotchner nodded, releasing Renée and walking over to Dr. Cullen in order to have a private word with him. Unfortunately for me, their conversation was heard by all, as the room fell dead silent.

"What other injuries... I mean, what evidence do you have of past injuries?"

Dr. Cullen sighed. "Agent Hotchner-"

"Hotch or Aaron, please. We've been through this many times."

"Apologies, Aaron. It's simply a formality."

"It's alright, I understand. Now, is there evidence of past injuries?"

"Yes."

"Explain, please."

Dr. Cullen sighed. "It's very complex, as scars are fading and I found a few signs of a past breakage of her right arm. The age of these is at least five years. I also found a few signs of several ribs having been broken. However, the scars... There are quite a few laceration scars, but all are extremely faded. The most disturbing things I've found are the bite mark scars-"

Everyone suddenly gasped and stared at me, making me look down and flush.

Marcus' expression was one of hurt. "They...bit you?"

I nodded slowly.

"How many times?"

I held up my hands and extended my fingers twice. Twenty.

"Twenty?!"

I nodded quickly, tearing up and taking the notepad again, trying to make my writing smaller and less childish (however one was to accomplish that).

Marcus read it aloud as I wrote. "'Ten times twice.' So...ten separate occasions, yet what I'm guessing is they both bit the same location?"

I nodded.

"So it would be twenty times..." He looked me in the eyes and asked, "May I see one of these scars?"

Slowly, I handed him my right hand, palm up. There, right below the thumb, was the curvature of a set of teeth, the flesh pale white and several degrees cooler than the rest of my skin. Marcus took my hand and slowly traced the scar with his thumb.

"I'm so sorry, Bella..."

I shrugged, but slowly pulled my hand away, reminded of the burning pain then severe lightheadedness that lasted for days.

Agent Hotchner sighed, turning back to Dr. Cullen. "You said 'things', correct? Meaning...more than just these bite scars?"

Dr. Cullen nodded. "There were very obvious signs of recent and past sexual assault, the most recent being from at least a few hours before when Marcus had told us he took Bella out of the...situation."

JJ and Renée gasped, Spencer's eyes widening. Marcus hid his face.

But Agent Morgan...he simply stared at me with his beautiful brown eyes, looking as if he were about to cry. "You're not a virgin?"

I shook my head slowly.

Marcus shook his head. "That I was aware of... They liked bragging about it to me, saying I was missing out. I made it perfectly clear I was not betraying my late wife's beautiful memory, nor should they betray their living wives."

Agent Morgan suddenly tensed. "And just how often did this occur?"

"As often as they so pleased. But more often than not every day. They would either take turns or one would get her one night and the other the next night."

"And who are these monsters?" Agent Morgan asked, his tone darkening.

"I could not give their names honestly, as I only have first names for them as well as myself," Marcus answered.

"Well, these may help," Agent Hotchner said.

Marcus sighed. "The main one of the two behind it is Caius. He insisted Bella refer to him as 'Master', even though she never spoke. The other... His name is Aro."

I tried to write quickly. He's Sir, isn't he?

Marcus nodded. "Yes, he is."

I frowned. Neither were very nice.

Marcus shook his head. "No, they weren't."

Agent Morgan's expression darkened. "Every day for six years... They deserve to die."

I could have sworn I heard Marcus mutter, "And they will never be able to."