A/N: Exams are over!!! :) I'm free lol. Well in response to some reviews: when I put pants in the last chapter I meant underwear, sorry I should have made that clearer. And yes Edward calls Bella 'flame' because of how stubborn and rebellious she is. And there wasn't really change with Edward in chapter 9; it was more a case of seeing another side to him :). Well I hope that's answered some questions and cleared some things up, and thanks again for the reviews I loved them.

'Bella I'm gonna get you out of here, I will come for you tomorrow night, and we'll make a run for it together, I can't stay here any longer and I'm not going to let you stay here and be drained by that blood sucker.' He sustained our eye contact and I nodded weakly, unaware of the true crisis I could be committing myself to. Jake kissed my forehead tenderly, sealing our deal silencing my speech again, and shot out of Edward's heavy oak door.

Chapter 10

Another icy, desolate night vacated me once more. Esme and Alice didn't sustain their daily visit today, and I believed it was on account of no other than Edward. Sickness was creepy up on me due to my prolonged arrangements upon the floor. All of my body was aching, chills were creeping up my spine, and I had a throbbing head. At least on the upset to this illness, my passion for Edward would be overwhelmed by nausea. I wanted to blanket my arms around my sickened torso, and rock myself to sleep, but with my restricted arms I was unable to fulfil my need. I decided to preoccupy my mind from concentrating on my current pain to something else, to form a distraction. I adopted thoughts of my past, believing they would be a good way to numb myself. I thought back to my childhood:

I had always endured being an unexceptional girl. I had always accredited myself as being somewhat mousy. I had resided in Phoenix, Arizona with my erratic mother throughout my puerile state. We had deserted Phoenix when I was merely one year of age, relinquishing my father. Charlie nevertheless still remained as infatuated with my mother as much as the day she fled. It afflicts my heart still just comprehending the pain he languished when he attended my mother's marriage to Phil, who is 5 years her junior.

When I was adolescent I regularly visualised myself as a princess who'd been conveyed from a distant province, chaperoned to my new residence to await my prince. But of course who doesn't fantasise about their unconditional, irrevocable love. But little did I fathom that I would uncover and explore this representation of love.

When Renee and Phil were wed I felt incompatible with the lifestyle him and my mother wanted to lead. Phil plays baseball and he commuted frequently. Renee always missed him terribly, but designated herself to remain with me, and I felt so remorseful for me being her reason to stay. I was well aware that my unpredictable mother desired someone to cherish and support her constantly. I also realised that I was not the person to fulfil these duties, because for one I was not around all the time, and two I wasn't Phil. I had already mastered the art of independence due to the lack my mother had. I could sustain myself fully even with her absence, and I had been neglectful of my father Charlie, so he would be thrilled by a very over-due visit. That was the moment I decided I had to put my mother's happiness before my own, her and Phil were having marital disputes due to Phil's travels, and maybe with me out of the picture it would ease the strain on their marriage. Although Renee had reminded me several times that their issues were not my fault, deep down I knew that I really was the source of the problem. I made a proposal to Renee that I give Charlie a delayed visit and reside with him until my mother and Phil could find anything more permanent in Phil's line of work. To begin with my mother was thoroughly against the idea of me being separated from her, but as absence of Phil became unbearable my mother's will crumbled, and I journeyed back to my birthplace Forks to be reunited with my father.

Mine and Charlie's first moments together were unsettling, I hadn't seen him since two summers ago, and I had to constantly remind myself of how he hated it when I called him by his Christian name. The first month I spent in Forks was the most challenging; a new school, new people, and adjusting to the constant precipitation.

I didn't really have to adjust to Charlie's company since he was never around and when he was he preferred to remain mostly silent for the remainder of the time we were together. I maintained quite a lonely existence whilst in Forks, I was bored to my wits end, and I craved abnormality and excitement. And when Billy Black arrived to greet me after he'd learnt of my arrival, he brought his son Jacob who rekindled my love of life, and we became the best of friends until he disappeared after being sighted last with some others down at La Push including Sam. That was when I rapidly began to loathe Forks, and I missed my erratic hair brained, crying myself to sleep occurred on a regular basis at nightfall.

Occasionally when my miserable depression overwhelmed me I would scream in my sleep, strangled by Forks, the absence of Jacob and my utterly lonely existence. Those were the nights when Charlie would barge in my room and shake me back to consciousness, afraid for my mental state. After several bouts of scream filled nights, Charlie insisted I go back to Phoenix to stay with my mother, but I wouldn't leave, I had to stay and face my demons, and more importantly let Renee and Phil lead their happy new life.

That thought resumed me from my reverie, if only I'd given into Charlie and not been so stubborn I would have never been plagued with the torment that is my state now. But then what next? I would have still remained the source of the fights in Renee and Phil's fights, as I knew he secretly resented me as I took priority over him.

And then there was Jacob, we would have never had our reunion if I hadn't have been brought here, and my love for Alice and Esme had bloomed so immediately, they were so kind and protective of me. Esme was like the mother I had never had, but wanted. It wasn't that Renee was a good mother, but she was just like a friend to me and I was the independent one in our relationship. But when I was with Esme she let me be dependent on her, it was something I had never experienced before, it was so different it took me off guard, but I began to realise I liked it all too much.

And there was Alice, with her eternal smile and pixie-like charm, even sometimes when she became overbearing I knew deep down it was only because she cared, and I'd grown to love her like the sister I'd never had. My life here certainly opposed my prior life. Even though I was currently being held hostage by shackles, and dominated by a man whom I currently despised, my loneliness had vaporised, it was no longer a heavy burden inflicted upon my shoulders. The cause of all my sleepless nights and bouts of depression, my suffering here was of a different nature all together.

The remainder of my day followed in a similar manor, I recalled strong memories of my past, and not necessarily my fond ones. I remembered the day of Renee and Phil's wedding and Charlie's desperate attempt not to cry and he stood in the pew next to me. I didn't know how to comfort him, as us swans are comfortable with the physical contact side of things. So I remained poised and tried to overlook it, in the hope Charlie would recover soon. As soon as the ceremony was over and the happy couple were out of sight, Charlie abandoned the church swiftly, no doubt to relieve his sorrows elsewhere.

I revisited my mother and Phil's first fight where Phil persisted in mentioning my name in an attempt to use me as a scapegoat for their domestic. That was when I realised I didn't care too much for Phil, but if he made my mother happy I would grin and bear it.

Then I reminisced on my and Jake's prior reunion from when we were adolescent, he informed me of his passion for being reckless and wild. These traits of his instantly made me smile, reminding me so much of Renee. He told me of his possession of motorbikes and how one would be at my beck and call if I ever desired to go biking with him. I knew Charlie's specific objection to motorbikes, he'd told me all too many times of the violent ends people achieved by utilizing them. But if it was any consolation it wasn't like Charlie was really around to find out what disapproved of acts I performed in his absence. So from that day on me and Jake became ridiculously close, I would be constantly stopping by to help him work on the mechanical side of things in his garage, followed by a session of reckless biking courtesy of Jake. Those were the only days I truly felt alive, without a care in the world, or a saddened heart for my missing mother.

My deep indulgence in memories had worked like a charm in order of taking my mind off of my current sickness and pain. I focused on Jake's arrival and our escape and as a highlight and end to my suffering.

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Jake had deserted his duties as a labourer for a second time in order to rescue me, once he'd freed me from my restrains; we were out of Edward's room like a lightning bolt. Jake reassured me that all the vampires would be preoccupied with their evening activities, which he didn't go into detailed about, but lulled me into a sense of security that we wouldn't be discovered. Jake scooped me into his sweltering arms and fled down the flight of stairs. He convoyed me through the passageway toward where Jake and others like him were imprisoned. We reached the final door before the flight of stairs conveying their way to the miserable depths where Jake believed he'd found a passageway of escape. But as he barged the door open we were encountered by unsought and dreaded Carlisle.

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Jake refused to diminish his hold of me, while we were lead to our doom forcefully be Carlisle. Jake knew it comforted me greatly to be in his hold. He hauled us deeper below the ground to what visualised from my eyes to be a torture chamber. I remained hopeful that all the punishment would be inflicted on me, after all I could have told Jake to leave alone, if he hadn't have attempted to rescue me he would be free of this hellish place. Stood in the midst shadowed by the dim light was Edward, from what I perceived with my poor sight his face looked pained rather than angered, which unsettled me, triggering instant butterflies of fear in my stomach. Edward grappled me from Jacob's protective hold and pulled me against his stone chest. The instant change in temperature caused my body to shiver violently, also a side effect of my sickness.

Carlisle seized Jake's upper arm and launched him to the centre of the room delivering a bone crunching thud as he yelped out agonized. I fought against Edwards's unyielding hold in a powerless attempt to console Jake's pain.

'Isabella you're struggling isn't going to get you anywhere. You will be dealt with accordingly after your dog friend.' Edward's voice was hard and emotionless, he had addressed me by first name only making too real how serious the consequences where.

My body subsided, and Edward grasped my back to his chest, his hand imprisoning my waist as tears assembled in my eyes because of my inability to assist him in his time of need.

Carlisle probed through contraptions of torture hung on the walls until he found one, he held suitable. He dismounted it from the wall, and to increase my frustration and panic I could not behold what it was. Edward's arms constricted me further, and this indicated to me that what awaited Jacob and I was unspeakable.

He set the instrument down near the neighbouring torture mechanisms and continued brutally with Jake. 'How long have you been concocting to steal Edward's property dog?' Carlisle began his interrogation with a swift, precise kick to Jake's groin, and he bawled out tortured.

'STOP!' I screamed the tears the pricked my eyes were now falling for everyone to see.

Carlisle's attention was diffused to me, helping bide Jake more time. He strode angrily toward me. He grabbed my chin and hauled it up, and angry tears strode down my face.

'Who the fuck are you to defy me? Edward may be lenient with you but believe me I fucking won't.' With that he showed me he truly meant every word and smite my tear-stained face. I looked up venomously at him, I truly hated him and I wanted him to die the most agonizing death.

'Since you were so willing to tell me what to do, I think you friend should pay doubly for that.' He informed me with a pure evil glint in his eyes. He regained the apparatus he'd selected earlier in his hand, and the glint of the dim light reflecting off it apprehended the unthinkable, it was a gun.

Before I could cry out my words of protest and pleading, a silver bullet combated the air, and in a split second pierced Jake's chest, ambushing his heart. I screamed and wailed in heart-wrenching grief as the silver pulsed through his veins poisoning him till death. I pummelled Edward's adamant arms, trying to force him to release me but he maintained his overpowering grasp. I watched helplessly from the sidelines in Edwards hold as my beloved friend was encountering his end.

A/N: Poor Bella :( and Jacob! What did you think about Jake's death???Please review xoxox