Chapter 10

Isabella

"Finally you made it!" I half whispered, half yelled at Edward. I was aware of the people around the edges of the woods. There were so many. Drunken kids scrambling away to make sure the cops don't get them, and cops trying to get them. It must have been a slow crime day since it seemed that almost half of the police force of Chicago was ambushing this party.

When Edward was running, he had tripped over my leg like I intended for him to do. I knew he was heading in this direction, so it was simple to really just lay my leg out to stop him. I had to hide from Edward, so I had my back facing the moon, the only light in the woods. I lost my wig almost as soon as I entered the woods, and I could care less. I needed away, Edward and I both. As I ran through the woods, I tripped slightly, landing my knees in the mud, I had scratches up and down my arms from branches, and I could feel leaves in my hair. So you could say that the reason I hid from Edward was because I didn't want him to see my hair, or more so, I didn't want him to see me ugly and covered in mud and such.

"Yeah, Um what did I fall over?" Edward moaned slightly as he rolled onto his back.

"My leg." I said simply, watching Edward closely. I could tell he was looking at me, but he couldn't see me very well I knew, but I could see him perfectly. There wasn't much wrong with his appearance than he had some twigs in his hair. Though I could see the beginnings of a cut that most likely would need stitches on his forehead.

"Are you ok?"

No, I wasn't. I was about to expose my identity to the boy who was supposed to be my enemy, but I was slowly falling in love with him. No I wasn't ok, I was stuck in the middle of the woods, with cops everywhere and I was dirty, gross and my clothes were in tatters. I had mud on me and cuts all over my body. Of course I was going to lie.

"I'm fine. I ditched my shoes a little farther back though, and I cut my dress running into a bush. But other than all that I'm fine."

"Ok," He whispered, letting out a low breath..

"Edward, I have to go." I said after a long silence, and it was true. I couldn't stand so close to him, and not reveal who I truly was. But most importantly, I was about to jump this boy and kiss the living hell out of him. I could make out his lips perfectly, and I just wanted to press mine to his so badly. I needed away from him, so I quickly jumped up and left, running away into the woods.

I didn't get far before Edward called for me, asking me to wait.

"Bella wait!"

"Edward, no you wait!" I yelled, using my amazing acting skills to get where I needed to, away. "I need to go! I can't stay hidden in this forest forever, ok? I need to get home and away from all this, I can't get caught here!" I could feel the fake tears about to fall. To bad that he couldn't see. I'm sure that I could put on an amazing show. Maybe I should move to Hollywood.

"But-"

"No Buts!"

I was gone then. He couldn't see me, but I could see him, and I heard him speaking into his cell phone after about five minutes and I sat in the woods, just making sure that Edward would make it home safe. Once I saw someone I knew he knew take him home. Then I knew that he would be fine and I would see him soon. But he couldn't see me now... I needed space from him. Maybe then I would lose the longing in me to kiss him, hell even more than kiss him.

"Jasper?...Yeah, I was outside and ran when the cops came...Are the girls with you?...Just come find me jackass. I want to get home. And I'm sure there's still some cops running around. You know how much they would love to catch a Cullen...Corner of Violetta Drive and Smithson Road." Edward said into his phone. I hated once sided conversations.

"You are damn right that the police would love to catch a Cullen, Mr. Cullen." A voice said from what seemed like out of no where, then a figure was above Edward, knocking him out cold.

I had to press my hand to my mouth before I screamed loudly. I didn't want to be found. It would do no one any good if Edward and I were both captured. A Cullen and a Swan would bring big money, power or whatever the hell this guy wanted. Edward and I combined would control pretty much all of Chicago together once we got older, even if we never actually worked together. There wouldn't be a single thing that was Cullen or Swan.

I had to get to the others. I had to find them and tell them that Edward had been kidnapped.

As soon as I appeared out of the trees, I saw them. Oh if only they had come only minutes earlier. Then maybe, just maybe there wouldn't be a missing Edward. We'd all be fine, and laugh about it in fifteen years, that is if we all are alive by the, safe and sound. And still friendly with each other.

No, I had to think positive thoughts. We will save Edward. We will bring him home safe... I will tell him that Bella doesn't exist... He won't freak out on me when I tell him... And Edward and I will live happily ever after. Forever and ever, ruling all of Chicago together.

"Someone came and took Edward!" I screamed at them. I didn't realize I was crying until then. I could feel my make up running down my face and my eyes swelling.

"What?" Everyone screamed at me, and it only scared me more. No one has ever yelled at me before. Why start now when I say that our friend has been kidnapped?

"Edward and I ran through the woods to get away from the police and I lost my wig and I had to get away from him before he saw me. But I stayed close enough for me to watch him and stuff... He was taken! I couldn't do anything because I was too far away, it was to fast and I couldn't see who took him! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I should have thought when I was getting ready and brought my gun, but I didn't think-"

I couldn't finish my sentence because Rosalie had slapped my quiet and she was glaring at me. I knew that she was pissed, and she looked it too.

"Get a hold of yourself! Dammit, so someone just fucking kidnapped him?" Rose screeched and put her hands on her hips.

I could only nod and look down. I ran out of waterworks, and I could feel my makeup drying weird and stuff. I'm sure it was hideous.

"Aro... Aro Volturi... Simple as that. They want the power, they can't take down the Swan's, so they go for second in power and rank. Us." Emmett said emotionlessly. I knew it was them, I could feel it. It wasn't Aro who had come and kidnapped Edward, he was to lazy. And he had people for that, everyone in this business had people who could easily be disposable.

"Who are the Volturi?" Rose asked shocked. She hadn't experienced anything like this before. If Emmett had noticed Bella was no longer here, he didn't show it, or care for that matter. Maybe he knew all ready too.

"A family-" Jasper started saying, but Alice cut him off. I'm sure that she remembered that really, this wasn't Rose's business until she and Emmett are married. She can't know any of this until she is married to a mobster. Its just tradition.

"It doesn't matter Rose, now we just need to get home. I know your worried and stuff about Edward, but we need to go and let the family deal with it." Alice said quickly, pulling away reluctantly from Jasper and to Rosalie's side, pulling her towards the street corner we had wondered from. Everyone in my family had a driver, and I knew that Alice could always call him to pick her up, since she was extended family they were required to do pretty much whatever she asked. Plus everyone just loves Alice. I saw her give his number a ring, and tell him where we all were at and he said he would be there in about fifteen minutes.

"Why? We need to call the police!" Rosalie all but yelled.

I saw Alice slap Rosalie with shock and I almost couldn't believe it.

"We just came from a party with alcohol, and yes a missing person is more important, but most likely people are still running and messing around at the party. So we're on our own right now." She growled, turning towards me. I always knew that Alice was perfect for this life, she was tough in the sweetest of ways. Almost like a spoiled little girl, just not as 'I get whatever I want' kind of way.

"See you at home?"Alice asked softly and I nodded to her.

Once they were gone, I turned towards Jasper and Emmett and almost broke into hysterics again. Their brother was missing, and I could have stopped it. God why was I such a spaz around him sometimes?

"We need to talk to Carlisle." Emmett stated. It was just a simple fact, and I realized that most likely I had to talk to the man that wanted me, and my father dead!

I had to get my act straight again. I had to get in control of myself.

"Of course. I should probably tell him all that I know about Edward being taken." I said simply.

Emmett and Jasper looked at me curiously and I could feel my blush spread all over my cheeks. It felt like a hot flame was over my skin as I felt their gazes on me. It was quiet embarrassing, here I was, supposed to bad ass Isabella, from the most powerful organized crime families in the country, possibly world, and I was blushing red because people were staring at me.

"Are you sure Isabella? That's like your asking for a death sentence." Jasper murmured. "Our father hates you... and your family with a passion."

"I know, and I might possibly be able to soften his out-look on me and my family for him when I help rescue his son."

Jasper sighed and nodded, pulling out his cell phone and murmured a few things into it to whomever he was talking to.

It was hard to just stand there, feeling actually dirty and gross.

"Our cousin, Irina had left a few of her outfits at our house when she visited last, you can get cleaned up and shes about the same size as you, so you can look presentable when you see our father."

I nodded and folded my hands in from of me, watching the two brothers before me, whom, about half a year ago I would have wanted to shoot them quickly and kill them within being in their presence for only a minute.

I saw a dark Bentley pull up under a street light and Jasper and Emmett climbed in the back. I took the hit and climbed in after them. It was spacious and I didn't even brush against Jasper who sat in the middle. The car had been changed and it was longer than most cars, only barely though. There was another row of seats parallel to the seats we sat on, so the car could hold six passengers comfortably and it looked almost like a normal car. I could tell that the windows were blacked out from the outside, no one wants to be spied on from the outside of the car. Quiet simple really to block out the windows from the outside. The police or anyone could really see inside and see if you were doing something illegal all of my cars were blocked out, mine, my fathers, mothers and even the cars we had for no reason.

The ride to the the Cullen home was a quiet one, but I really didn't feel awkward. I almost enjoyed it, and it would have been even pleasant under better circumstances. I didn't hate them anymore, I don't think I could ever again. because... they were my friends almost. Though we haven't really talked much, or really even had civil conversations with them because I hadn't seen them since the beach debacle but I felt like I knew them. Edward talked about them constantly and told me so many stories about his brothers. I knew that Emmett worked out every morning from four am to seven am, and he hated chocolate, only because he was allergic and no one else in the house could have any in the house in support for Emmett. Jasper still had a nightlight, but no one was supposed to talk about it, because Jasper would have a gun to their forehead in only a second. He only used the light still because when he was little, someone broke into their house intending to steal whatever they could. Edward had said that Jasper still can't sleep without the light, or wakes up with hearing the slightest noise at night.

When we arrived at the Cullen home, I was not really surprised. It was large, but not as large as mine. I felt like it was much to large for just me, my mother and my father. Yes, our maids and house keepers lived in the spare rooms when they need to. I just felt like we could use a smaller home, the largeness of it made me feel like really, me and my family weren't close sometimes even though we are.

The Cullen home was very grand. As the car stopped in the four car garage, I saw that there was a red motorbike of some kind, though I couldn't place the brand, a Jeep that looked custom made to be used off road, and a Mercedes. The garage was very clean and anything that wasn't white, was made of chrome.

As we walked inside, I noticed that it was styled in an almost all white interior I couldn't help but stare at almost everything. It was beautiful and not at all how I thought the Cullen family would live. I pictured maybe greens, and blacks as their design pallets. It was almost... Astonishing at how beautiful the house was.

"You like it? Our mother designed everything in the house. We each have our own design taste in our own rooms, but really our mother has the final say, and almost the whole house is white." Emmett said with a smile.

As if she was called into the room, Esme I assumed walked in, a dish towel in hand and a scowl on her face. Even though I could tell she was about to scowl at her sons, she was beautiful. Esme had a dark caramel colored hair that was framed around her face in soft waves to her shoulders. A dark green emerald brooch in her hair that was in the shape of a dragon fly. You could see Irish etched all along her features. Several freckles lined her face along her nose and cheek bones. Esme was tall, and slightly curvy, bit it seemed in all the right places. She wore a light sun dress that exposed her arms that had a sweet heart neckline. Her dress was cinched around her waist, under her breasts and it flowed to her feet. Her dress was a shade or two lighter than her brooch in her hair. She seemed almost like something from a fairy tale, Snow White perhaps with her milky skin. I had never seen Esme before and she surprised me at how soft her face was and such.

"You come home at almost three am and don't send me or your father a call at all? How dare you! Now where is Edward? I need to yell at him too! Your father has some business for you boys, and-" Esme stopped mid sentence when she finally noticed me it seemed like.

She studied me for what seemed like forever, like she knew who I was, or she had seen me before and couldn't quiet put a face to a name. But after a while, she seemed to snap back to her scowling. She didn't scowl like she was honestly angry, it just seemed how it was her motherly instinct.

"And how can you not at least call before telling me that you were bringing someone home! At least so I could draw her a bath or shower. She could wear something of Irina's. Surely there must be a reason to bring her home at this hour, and I know that you brought her to-to 'hook up'!" Esme exclaimed going slightly purple in the face. "At least you could have told me you were bringing... Isabella Swan home." She whispered my name to make sure that Carlisle hadn't heard it.

"Mrs. Cullen, really I don't mean to be a bother... I'm just hear to speak with your husband... There was some trouble at the party tonight..." I whispered softly, looking down at the floor.

"Oh hush now. Lets go get you cleaned up now, there's nothing more that Carlisle dislikes more than someone dirty in his presence." Esme smiled and set down her dish towel, taking my hand and leading me through their house.

Unfortunately, there was no pictures of Edward or any other family member on the walls, only fabulous art on each and every wall downstairs. The grand stair case in the foyer was beautiful, and very large.

Once we were on the landing upstairs, I saw that there were family pictures all along the walls there.

"Carlisle refuses people to see his families pictures, it blurs business he says... He never lets anyone upstairs that isn't family, so all our memories are stored up here." Esme said softly, smiling at me.

The pictures all looked professionally done, yet they all captured real moments of life. A small child, whom I presumed to be Emmett laughing, tossing a ball to a younger Esme. A picture or a five year old Edward on his way to school, smiling and laughing at the camera. A picture held away at arms length, the camera turned to look at the person taking the picture, and Esme. Carlisle was the photographer, and that surprised me. In the picture he was smiling and laughing, his free arm around Esme's waist, and his lips to his temple. You could see a child's arm in the background, and there were toys all over the yard.

"That picture was taken when Emmett was just two years old, and we found out that I was pregnant with Jasper..." Esme said with a proud smile. "No one knows really that Carlisle likes to use photography to calm his nerves... If he wasn't doing what he does now, he would be taking pictures of everything and everything... He has such a compassion for life I assure you... There's more to Carlisle that meets the eye."

"I have never really thought about Carlisle at home..." I chuckled softly, looking at Esme. "I see him... so... differently, and sometimes it scares me on how I see the world."

"Your a good girl Bella. I'm sure you will always find the right path." Esme said with a smile.

"You... called me-"

"Bella? Yes well... Edward has been talking about you constantly, and I knew that there was something familiar about you when I first laid eyes on you... If you put two and two together, you do realize that you aren't who you say you are honey... I do trust that you will come clean eventually... Until then your secret is safe with me, as I know it is with everyone else."

"Thank you." I whispered, unsure of what else to say to someone who doesn't even know me, but she was treating me with such compassion that she might as well be my mother almost.

"Lets go get you cleaned up now." Esme smiled and guided me into a bathroom.

I didn't realize how gross I was until I saw my reflection. My hair was tangled and frizzed, twigs and leaves stuck in it, and my dress was ripped in several places. Dried blood was on my arms, a little on my face, and all over my dress. How could running through the woods cause this much damage?

"Use whatever you need honey, and when your finished use a white towel hanging there... Go through those doors and Ill have some clothes laying out for you." Esme said with another smile that felt contagious.

I washed quickly, knowing that I needed to find Edward, do whatever I could to find him. And I ran my hair through a brush I found on the sink counter several times before I walked through the doors Esme pointed me to. It was a bedroom and there was an outfit sitting on the bed.

I slowly put it on, only slightly embarrassed that Esme had set out panties and a bra too. The outfit was a simple white dress that was cinched at the waist like Esme's, but a belt went around under my breasts. The belt was a dark red color that contrasted with the white in the dress. The dress only came to my knees and was a little tight. I assumed it was because Irina, the owner of the dress was about a size smaller than I am. Esme even set me a pair of red pumps in two sizes, and the nines fit me perfectly. By the time I was done dressing, my hair had air dried and went down my back in graceful waves.

It had been almost an hour since I had arrived, and I couldn't believe that I had almost forgot the reason I had come to my enemies home.

Emmett and Jasper were waiting for me outside of the bedroom and Emmett let out a low whistle.

"Don't you clean up well." He laughed softly and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Where's your father?" I said, getting down to business.

"He should be returning soon. He's an insomniac, and instead of getting sleep, or taking a pill our father works. Normally he comes home at around four, and then takes a half hour nap." Jasper said looking completely professional in a cream colored button up shirt and a dark black tie. He was dressed in gray dress pants and black polished shoes.

Emmett had changed too and was dressed similarly. He wore a pair of not exactly gray, but not black pants with a medium red shirt on, however Emmett was tie-less and his top button was undone on his shirt and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Would you kids like something to eat?" Esme said coming up the stairs. "Oh, Isabella, that dress looks lovely on you. If only it wasn't Irina's then I would absolutely give it to you!"

"Thank you Mrs. Cullen." I said gratefully.

"Please call me Esme... I hate when people call me Mrs. Cullen it makes me feel old, and reminds me of my mother-in-law." She laughed lightly, but I could tell she didn't particularly like Carlisle's mother.

Esme made us some simple little finger sandwiches, something that reminded me of playing tea party when I was a little girl.

At exactly four thirty, Carlisle walked in the door that came in through the garage.

"Esme, coffee please." He murmured tiredly and it seemed to me really that he didn't notice the three of us sitting there.

After almost fifteen minutes of pretty awkward feeling silence, at least that's how it felt for me, did Carlisle notice us.

"What's going on? Where's your brother?" He grunted a bit, his eyes going to Jasper, then to Emmett, then to me.

We locked eyes for a long moment as if we were having a conversation with them. Carlisle's bright blue eyes were hard like diamonds when they met with mine. And I could see the hate there, and the anger. But I saw joy too, and I could almost see why it was there in his eyes. I, Isabella Marie Swan was sitting in his kitchen, eating his food, and it would be all to simple to kill me right there.

I think Esme can read minds.

"If you even think of harming a hair on this girls head Carlisle Oisin Cullen I will personally shoot you myself!" Esme all but yelled at him.

I arched my eyebrows at her, and I couldn't help but giggle.

"Why are you here." Carlisle spat out slowly.

"I thought it would be important to inform you personally, and Emmett and Jasper thought so too, that... That... Edward was kidnapped." I whispered out the last part, looking down at my, I mean Irina's, shoes. I felt my eyes fill with tears at Esme's quick intake of breath, and the broken sob that escaped her lips. It truly broke my heart.

"Your positive?" Carlisle asked slowly.

I nodded and finally looked up at him.

"I saw it personally and we have come up with a good guess as to who took him... Aro Volturi."

Carlisle quickly pulled out his cell phone and left the room, it was only minutes until we heard angry yelling from him.

"My son has been abducted?" Esme whispered and I could only nod as a tear escaped my eye. I quickly brushed it away and stood up.

"I must go... I'll have the clothes dry cleaned and shipped here..." I whispered, sliding off the bar stool. "Emmett, Jasper, call me when you have information about Edward... I'm going to help get him back."

I didn't turn to look at what they had said to me or the looks on their faces. As soon as I left the room the only sounds were my heels clicking against the tile flooring as I walked to my waiting car, having texted my driver about fifteen minutes prior to leaving. I needed sleep, and I needed it then. I knew that if I fell asleep, my driver would carry me inside, and take me to my bed. I had done it many times before. I was asleep as soon as I buckled my seat belt, darkness clouding over me.

Oooooh so almost everyone but Edward knows about Bella being Isabella... When will he find out? What will he do? Only time can tell.

Was it really Aro who had taken Edward? Or someone else? Is he ok? Or is he dead? So many things could happen right now! Bwahahahaha! Ah, I love having the power. :D

On another note, I've decided that this store is all that I'm going to focus on. My other stories will be put on hold and I think 'Till There's Nothing Left' will be the story I work on next. I can only handle one at a time.

In other news, sorry for being so late in updating. I've had band camp about a month ago, went on vacation last week, I got a job at taco bell (I know how to fold a burrito! :D xD) and school starts in about a week and a half. That's why I'm only going to focus on one story, I can only hand so much.

Well until my next update, adios amigos/amigas.3

Lots of Love,

CullenWannaBe00