AN Okay, so, this chapter might be a little confusing because it's only hours after chapter eight. Nate's drawing is completely finished, and today… is sadly one of the last days of this story. I know I promised a longer chapter… but, the next chapter is going to take me a few days to write, and it's going to be E POV, so I thought I might as well let you read what I've written.

Previously

I stared at the ceiling, images forming on it. Edward, mostly. His face, his eyes. Obviously I had no idea how long it been since I last saw Carlisle… did he already go off to kill Edward? A tear ran down my cheek. No.

Carlisle wouldn't kill his own 'son'. It wasn't like him… nothing that was happening here was like him. It couldn't be. I wouldn't believe it. Please let me wake up soon, I want this nightmare to be over. I don't care if I wake up in Phoenix. As long as this God-like vampire doesn't die because of me. Just let me wake up, Edward is too perfect to be real, this has to be a dream…

And the door opened, letting in far too much light that practically blinded me.

Chapter Ten

Duplicates

The door opened, letting in far too much light that practically blinded me.

"Good morning, Isabella." Someone said from the doorway. He wasn't Carlisle, I could tell that much.

It took my eyes a few moments to adjust to the new light. He looked like a vampire, so I figured he was. His eyes were a dark shade of topaz, and his hair was auburn and fell to his shoulders. His face was perfect, but not in the same way Edwards was. His was sort of like a brotherly perfect. He didn't look much older then she was. In fact, he looked a bit younger.

"You're very beautiful when you're asleep, did you know that?" He said, interrupting my thoughts.

What the—? What kind of comment was that? I could feel my eyes go wide and I wanted to know what was going on. I could hear her heart racing in my ears.

"Don't be frightened, I won't harm you." He came over and took the ropes and tape off of me. Finally.

"Are," my voice sounded terrible, like someone had just used steel wool to clean my throat. It hurt to talk, but I had to know what was going on. "Are you with" I paused for a minute. "Carlisle?" As much as I wanted to, I wasn't able to sound angry when I said his name.

He laughed, "I can hardly say that." He said darkly.

"Now, Bella, can you behave?" He asked.

I only nodded, as a tear rolled down my cheek. What was going on? Why was this happening?

"Good." He patted her on the head. Bella glared, but he only laughed. "I can see why Edward actually likes you! Other than the fact that you're his La Tua Cantante."

I blinked once, and then he was gone. In front of me stood… me. But it wasn't me. The me in front of me was pretty. Her face was more defined, her eyes were… different, but beautiful. They were brown, still, though. When I finally found my voice, I asked:

"What's going on?" She ignored my question and started talking.

"Now, I'm going to go kill your precious Edward. After what he's done to me, I think he should be the one to kill you..." WHAT? I honestly had no idea what was happening, but why should Edward kill me? He loved me—or so he said, and I loved him. "But since that hasn't happened yet, I don't think that it will, so, you're going to kill him, no, I'm going to kill him, but he'll think I'm you! Imagine what a shock he'll find that! And then he'll watch you be turned into a vampire and live with me for the rest of eternity from hell!"

My eyes opened even wider, and my heart felt like it was about to implode with emotion.

"What's going on?" I asked again, but it was too late, she was already out of the room.

I cried, no, I sobbed, what was going on? I thought Carlisle was against Edward. Part of me was happy that he wasn't, but then I realized that Edward was in trouble, and there was no way I was going to be able to help him.