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Previously:

He didn't move.

He didn't even acknowledge that I was there.

That is until....

"It's about time Ms. Swan."

Bella's POV

"W-w-what do you mean?" I stuttered. "You were the one who stood me up."

He chuckled darkly. "Touché."

He began to play a sad, haunting tune, and he still didn't turn around and face me.

I slowly stepped forward toward him, careful not to make any noise and ruin the perfect melody.

When I was within a couple feet of him, he stopped playing abruptly.

"You dare come closer?"

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Did I give you permission to come closer?" He took his hands off the sparkling white keys and pressed his palms against the leather bench he was seated on.

"I have to have permission to come to you?"

He chuckled again, a cold, heartless sound. "When you are coming closer to me, then yes. You do."

I smirked.

He turned around so fast I didn't see him move, and then I was face-to-face with an angel.

His pale face almost glowed in the dim light and his dark black eyes seemed to be smothering.

"Does something amuse you, Ms. Swan?" He asked mockingly, cocking his head to one side.

I gritted my teeth and spoke through them evenly. "One thing the article I read left out about you was that you're a self-centered jerk."

He rose instantly and stood towering over me.

"Self-centered?!" He half-yelled. "Do you know what I've been through these past decades?!"

He took a step toward me and I stepped back, shocked to find myself pressed against a cool brick wall.

I looked away from his penetrating gaze and shook my head.

"I didn't think so." And then he stepped away from me and returned to the piano.

He again seemed to become completely oblivious of my presence as he once again playing.

I listened as he now played an angry, complicated melody. I was utterly mesmerized as I watched his fingers practically fly across the keys.

When the piece came to an end, I spoke softly.

"Can you teach me to play like that?"

He didn't respond. He merely turned around and studied me carefully.

After a couple minutes of this, I began to feel self-conscious and stated to squirm.

Finally he spoke.

"That is why I had you brought here." He ran his hand through his hair and then stood up. "But with that, there is one small condition."

I narrowed my eyes. "What's that?"

He was suddenly a blur and then appeared in front of me.

"You really want to know what it is?"

I nodded.

He leaned in closer and I could feel his cool breath on my ear. My breathing became short uneven pants and my heart beat shot up as he stood in such close proximity.

"You have to give up everything."

I slipped away from him, both shocked and almost angry.

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" I asked bitterly.

Now it was his turn to smirk.

"Everything. That means your house, any of your friends, and possessions. Your career and basically your life. You have to give it all up and give it to me."

I stared at him, unable to say anything.

"T-t-that's not one small condition." I whispered, once again stuttering.

He shrugged. "If you say no, you are free to go. But Alice....."

He didn't need to finish.

I knew exactly what he meant.

I could go. Live my life happily and carefree.

While Alice would have to stay here. With the others of her kind. With Edward.

Before I could answer, I could hear screaming and shouting from the other room.

"Bella, don't say yes! Go! I'll be fine!"

Alice.

Edward growled and ran to the door, which he threw open and yelled, "I told you to keep her calm, Jasper!"

Then everything was silent.

"What did he do to her?" I asked, my voice shaky and uneven.

Edward snarled. "Nothing that concerns you. Now what is your answer?"

I bit my lip, unable to think clearly.

I could leave this all behind. I could continue to perform and pretend none of this ever happened.

But I couldn't do it without Alice. No way. Not ever.

"Fine. It's all yours." I stuck my hand out and he grabbed it and shook it firmly.

"Now that that's out of the way, Esme will show you to your room." And with that, he turned and walked back to his piano.

I felt a cold hand grab my wrist and I turned to see a young woman smiling comfortingly at me.

"Wait. What?" I called to him, digging my heels into a crack in the stone floor. "My room?"

He turned and looked at me, a sick smile on his face. "Of course. Your life is mine now. And I simply must make sure no harm comes to you."

And with a wave of his hand, the woman dragged me from the room.

We walked down several hallways and then opened a door.

"Here you are, Ms. Bella."

I didn't say anything.

I only ran into the room and threw myself down on the bed, crying out everything that I felt.

I felt a cool hand pat my back and I turned to see Alice sitting beside me.

"It will be alright, Bella," She whispered soothingly.

I sat up and she wrapped her arms around me and let me cry into her shoulder.

No.

It couldn't be alright.

A/N Yeah Yeah! I know your beloved Edward is being awful and cruel. But that's the way he has to be in order for this story to work out.

Next chapter in Edward's POV!!!!!!

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