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Edward's POV:

I put clothes in my drawers and realized something was missing. I looked around the room then it clicked. I walked a few corridors down to Alice's room.

"Hey have you seen Bella?" I didn't see her in the halls or anything but I haven't been to her room yet.

"Listen Edward, about Bella," Alice started," remember our first night here? We were in the car and Bells asked me about my vision?" I nodded. "Go look in her room," so I bolted.

It looked ordinary, a picture next to the bed and a broken lamp, nothing out of the ordinary. Then one of the guards walked in. "What are you looking for? She's gone," he said. I stared blankly, "What do you mean gone? What did they do to her?" Aro was in deep if he hurt her. "More like what she did to them. She escaped, been gone for about four days now," he picked up the broken lamp pieces and headed out. "I wouldn't go see Aro or anyone yet, just a warning." He chuckled and left.

Ran away? No one has ever been capable of that, ever. Damn, I'm impressed. But where had she gone? Surly she wouldn't leave without telling me. Alice walked in.

"Do you know anything else?" I asked. She nodded, "No, I saw her jumping out a window when I had the vision, but I haven't seen anything else important. I haven't even picked her up in my mind for the last four days. I can't fathom where she's at."

There must be something, she wouldn't just leave without somehow telling me. "Look around for a note, it's not a big room, I know she must have left one," Alice nodded and ran to the bathroom. I looked under the mattress, nothing, then the drawers, in some old books, then in her closet. Nothing.

"I've got nothing in the bathroom, even checked the walls," I looked in the bathroom and she punched a few holes in. I raised an eyebrow. "What? I'll patch it later." I sighed and depression washed over me. Left with no word, left me with nothing but extreme worry. I walked back to the main room and laid in her bed.

"Sorry Edward, I don't know what to say," she touched my knee. I buried my face in my hands. "How could she just leave? Now I'm stuck in a Great Depression…" I said the last words slowly. Great Depression. I moved Alice's feet and broke through the floor. She raised an eyebrow. "I'll patch it up later," I put my hand through and felt around. Then I found paper. "Ahhh!" I knew she'd leave something.

"What made you think floorboard?" Alice questioned. "We talked once about the time I left her, she called it her Great Depression. She hated me because she though I left her without memories, but I actually stuck everything under her floorboards. She's done the same."

I opened the paper and read the note inside:

Edward, I'm sorry I've caused so much trouble but I needed to fight and see if I could make it out of here. They were experimenting on me and so many things got to me. I'm just sorry you aren't here to get away with me. Tell Alice I love her and I love you more than life. Meet me at the clock when you can. Bella

"The clock?" I looked outside and thought. What clock? "Alice do you know anything about 'the clock'?" She nodded a no. I paced and reread the letter a million times over. Her writing improved dramatically from our letters we wrote ages ago back in school. I saved all of them. I have them with me. I wonder if a clue will be there. I sprinted.

I went in my suitcase and pulled out all our letters. Some from Spanish in her senior year and Biology when we first met. I read all of them. Then came across American History. We talked about Parliament that day:

It's such a dull subject, can we go home?

No Bella, get an education, it's great for you.

Ha Ha. It'd be easier to learn if we were there, history isn't my best subject.

Then we'll go to England one day.

I want to see Big Ben! Can we see Big Ben?!

We'll do anything you want.

"She's headed to England," I've got to get to England.

Bella's POV

The letters were mailed so now I had to wait. I'm not sure what it is about being a vampire but you have literally zero patience most of the time. I was never like this as a human.

It had been a full week now that I'd left Italy and I still hadn't come up with a master plan. I knew and figured I'd have to stay in Spain for a good time, there's no way Edward would be getting out soon, guards were probably tripled now that I'd escaped, but I still needed get by money. I looked at my new home, my new, old, smelly, rusty home, and looked out the window. I had a wonderful view of the ocean and could see a market not too far away and few more miles there was a factory. Maybe I could work there.

But first I had to change my passport name and number. I looked at mine and knew I'd had to get different materials. The stuff I used for the letters wouldn't cut it. I saw Jasper forge one once so I remembered some of what to do, he did it while I was still human so things looked funny. I skipped toward the streets.

I felt very liberated walking down the street, I felt like my own person again, like me again. And as I walked I realized I've never been on my own before, I've always had someone else there with me, always protecting me…. Now I have to take care of myself. I hoped it would be an easy task like the make it in films. I knew this was a lie.

I found something equivalent to an OfficeMax While rolling the streets and really hated that I didn't have any money. I truly loathed having to steal from people, I'd find a way to pay them back, but I was in a rut and things needed to be done. I put on a long sleeve with a hood and sunglasses to hid from the sun and left.

I walked through the store looking at various things I'd need, mostly different shades of ink and hopefully the type of paper I'd need, and realized the owner was eyeing me like a hawk. He never took his eyes off me and the store had mirrors all over, no hidden areas. I hoped he'd get distracted.

"¿Qué es una hermosa chica como te va solo?" Ah, so this was the eye of attraction, maybe I could work with this.

"Simplemente haciendo más tinta para un equipo que es todo. ¿Te importa ayudarme?" he smiled a gracious smokers smile and walked toward me. He showed various types of ink, asked what type of printer I had, I lied and said an HP C5280 and while he deciphered I quickly took what I needed, like lightening it was so fast. Then it clicked.

"Pido perdón a mi, pero me gustaría trabajar en su tienda?" I needed a job and factory work was too grimy. He argued and I argued back best I could in the Spanish I knew. Finally he agreed. "Comienzas mañana a mediodía." And at noon I'd be there.

I walked out the store with my stolen goods and found money on the ground. It made me happy, I figured I'd find a way to put it in the register tomorrow at my new job, but I thought about making a phone call. I debated and debated about it on the way home and still could make the choice. "You already sent them letters, Bella. No phone calls," but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to hear that voice.

I went to a coffee shop and asked to use their phone and I'd happily pay for it. They took my money and before I dialed I asked if there was a number so I could block the phone number. He questioned me in English, I laughed and asked again in the language I was fluent in, he told me. I dialed. It rang five times before I got an answer.

"Hello?" and I sighed with a mixture of feelings. "Carlisle, it's Bella." Silence. It lasted so long I eventually heard people in the background and figured he was at the hospital. "Bella?"

"Yes, and I need your help."

I know this chapter is kinda eh, it was late, I wanted to write and was on a firework high from Independence Day (I love fireworks wayyyy too much). I'll definatly be posting again soon. What do you see happening?