A/N: Yay, I got this chapter out today instead of tomorrow! I know it's a bit shorter than some of the others, but there was nothing more I could do with it. I'm pretty sure I want the next chapter to go back to the fake dimension and be in Edward's POV. Leave a review and tell me what I should do.

And I just wanted to thank everybody for the reviews I've been getting, I love them so much! I'm so happy that people actually like this story!

Disclaimer: As you could tell from the previous eight chapters, I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT.

Chp. 9

Little Red Key

BPOV

After agreeing to her request, I let Hazel lead me back to small warehouse in downtown Port Angelus. When we arrived, she turned to face me, her face cold and completely serious. "You will stay here. I have to go for a few days. If I come back and you've left this warehouse, your daughter will go to hell." She began walking back towards the door, but paused to look over her shoulder. "Remember what I told you."

She walked out of the door and I listened until she was too far for me to hear her movements.

I sighed and took in my surroundings. There was nothing in here. What the hell am I supposed to do here by myself for days on end? I thought.

I walked around in the emptiness, tracing my fingers along the wall. When I felt a small crease in the smooth wall, I looked towards it.

There was a hidden door here. Well, hidden to human eyes. I may have not even noticed it if I didn't walk over here. I tugged on both of the creases on either side of the door and it finally opened. I walked into what seemed to be an office. There was a desk, and a million books adorning one of the walls. The room was tiny, but it was very nice.

I quickly made my way over to the books, grinning when I found a familiar book on the shelf. Wuthering Heights. I plucked it off the shelf and walked back over to the desk, eyeing the expensive leather chair behind it.

Deciding to make myself at home, I plopped down into it and began reading. I read at a human's pace, not stopping once, so it only took me a few hours.

When I was done, I set the book aside and scanned the titles of the books once more. There were a few that I wouldn't mind reading, but there was just one thought that has been in the back of my mind since I stepped foot in here. What was in the desk?

Would Hazel get mad if I looked?

Would she send my daughter to a hell dimension just for merely peeking into her desk drawer?

Deciding to risk it, I opened the drawer directly above my legs first. It was just…paper. Wow, not what I expected.

I opened the next few drawers, only finding regular office supplies. I almost gave up, but decided looking in the last drawer wouldn't hurt anything.

When I went to open it, it was locked. Thinking back to the previous drawers, I remembered briefly glancing at a little red key in the very back of one of the previous drawers I'd opened. I opened that one again, snatching the key up.

I slid it into the lock with ease, and slowly pulled the drawer open. Jackpot. I thought triumphantly to myself.

Inside, there were several binders, twelve to be exact. I scanned the titles, recognizing every name. Carlisle; Edward; Bella; Esme; Alice; Jasper; Emmett; Rosalie; Renesmee; Jacob; Forks, Washington…. Andthe very last one wasn't a name at all. It simply said, Dimension.

Picking up the one that said Dimension, I placed it lightly on the desk and flipped it open. It was a very detailed description of the alternate reality that Edward and I woke up in, right down the placement of trees. She had modified every single person and changed so many things. She crafted the people there, molding them to the exact way she wanted. They weren't real. She gave them the personalities, moods, knowledge, and memories that she's wanted them with. They were like some sort of sick, play things to her.

Disgusted, I put that book away, and pulled out the book with my name on it. In it was absolutely everything about me, even down to the kind of shampoo I used. This was slightly creepy. How did she know everything about me? This book knew more about my life than I did, for heaven's sake!

I opened Edward's, and his was just like mine. I did the same to everyone's own, individual books, reading everything written about them. I was beyond creeped out.

It must have taken Hazel quite some time to learn this much about us. What if she's always been watching over my shoulder, and I just didn't know it. She could have been stalking me and my family ever since I moved to Forks.

Eventually I put the books away and locked up the drawer again.

Now I have to play the waiting game.

It took her nearly three days to return, and she didn't get upset about me snooping in her office like I assumed she would. But then again, she didn't know I read the story of me and my family's lives locked away in her secret drawer.

When she got here, she ordered me into her office, and gestured for me to sit down in one of the chairs across from the desk chair she sat in. I complied, and looked up at her expectantly as she sat on the edge of her desk in front of me.

"Okay, so now that I got some things taken care of, we can begin our mission." A brief grin donned her face before her expression turned serious again. "We won't be killing them for awhile. First we have to make a plan. Tonight we're going to drop by their house in a different reality, one where they don't exist. We have to do it this way so that they won't pick up our scents and we will be able to roam freely into the house without being noticed. This is so you will be able to get comfortable with the layout and know what the hell I'm talking about when tell you about a certain place in the house." She explained.

I nodded my head. "Let's go." I faked enthusiasm, but I really felt sick to my stomach.

"That a girl." That grin of hers was making another appearance at the corner of her lips. She pushed herself off the desk and ordered for me to stand up.

I did, and I felt the familiar tingly sensation in the pit of my stomach. Everything blurred around me, and then suddenly, we were back in her office. "Okay, champ. Let's head out." She walked through the office door and into the empty warehouse.

I followed her when she ran out into the night air that was just a minute ago day light. We ran for a long time, before she finally came to a stop at an eerie looking mansion. It was just…grey and dead. It wasn't nearly as warm and inviting as the mansion Esme had built back home.

She trotted to the front door, pushing through it and walking in. She didn't bother flipping on light switches, even though it was pitch black. It's not like we couldn't see, though.

She took the lead, wandering aimlessly through the abandoned home. I'm sure it looked much lovelier in the daytime, but right now – in the pitch black – it gave me an uneasy feeling.

We made our way out the back door eventually, and walked around the perimeter of the outside, memorizing every detail.

When we were finally done, we ran back to the warehouse. Once again the tingly feeling came back. The changing of dimensions didn't faze me now, I was used to it.

Hazel gestured for me to follow into her office and take a seat once more. When we were both situated, she cleared her throat loudly. I still didn't understand why she did that all the time. It was completely unnecessary, seeing on how she was a vampire.

"Now that you know the layout, we can get down to business." She started. "When we get there, I want you to charge through the back door when I give you the signal. I'm not sure what it will be yet, but I'll let ya know." She paused for a moment.

"That's it?" I asked, skeptical.

She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "No, now listen. I'm gonna go in there and make sure they're comfortable first. They won't have any idea that you're going to be there with me so you have to stay in the woods and be absolutely silent. Can't breathe, can't move a muscle, got it?"

I nodded and she went on. "Then when I do give the signal, you charge in, and we fight to the death. With the right training, I know you'll be an excellent fighter. You will have to make sure we're both covered with your shield when we go in, or Sadie will persuade us to stop what we're doing." She stood from her chair and began pacing the room.

"Tomorrow night, we can go to a different dimension and fight that version of them for practice. Right now, I want to start your training, okay?" she glanced up at me and I nodded again. "Damn, why are you so quiet?" she questioned.

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry." I drawled. "But did you ever stop to think that maybe I just didn't want to talk to you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She seemed stunned for a moment, but then quickly shook her head and completely ignored what I had just said. "You can leave now." She hissed.

I stood and stormed out of her office into the warehouse. I slumped down onto the floor with my back pressed against the wall as far away as possible from her door. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my forehead against them.

A few hours later, as the sun was about to rise, she strolled out of her office. As she neared the door that led to the outside, I spoke up. "Where are you going?"

She turned on her heal, and placed her hands on her hips. "Out. Now stay here. I have to check on a few things" with that, she sashayed out the door.

And then I sat, and waited again. It was only a few minutes after she had left when I heard deep breathing coming from somewhere in the forest behind the warehouse. There were no windows, only wooden walls, so I couldn't look to see what who or what it was.

The breathing got closer, and I could hear footsteps. The wind wasn't in favor of me, so I could smell nothing. And there was no heartbeat, so I knew it was something that was definitely not human.

I was about to risk getting in trouble and just going to check what was when something burst through the warehouse door. There was a glare from the bright shining light that turned on at night right outside the door, so I couldn't see who it was at first.

But as the person who I could now clearly see was a male stepped forward, I almost screamed with joy when I recognized them.

"Emmett!"

Whoo! Another twist in the plot! I almost made the person at the end be Edward, but couldn't think of anything that would make sense. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Reviews are better than Emmett saving you from an abandoned warehouse.