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Last chapter-

"I don't need to give you a reason. But I guess I could tell you why you're here to stop one question."

He smirked at us and I just stared at him, "So? Why are we here then?"

A giant smirk was plastered upon his face and I wanted to punch it off, he was clearly enjoying this…

"You're here because, four years ago, I did something I wasn't supposed to."

I quirked an eyebrow at him and Bella spoke.

"Which was…"

"Let me finish, four years ago, my father told me to do something and I guess I let my lust get in the way of it, and I let the something get away, and now I have that something again, my dad won't ever try to fuck up my face again." He snarled.

"How does that pertain to us…?"

He smirked heavily again, "That Something? Call her Bella."

This chapter-

B.P.O.V.

Huh? Did he mean… could he mean… does he even mean anything?

"What the hell did that mean…?" I asked Edward.

"Tell me what he said." I asked Edward again and he looked at me, just as confused as I was.

"It means, lovely little Bella," Edward growled a little as Marcus spoke to me, and I earnestly tried not to think about how much it did to me… and how much Marcus creeped me out… all at the same time…

I was still confused. "Do you remember that night, four years ago?" well… the only eventful thing that happened at night, four years ago--

I looked to Edward again, getting a little panicked, "W-what does he mean…" I said, shaking; surely he couldn't...

Edward almost seemed to be having the same train of thought that I was, and his breath grew heavy, I shook his arm and he shot me a tight lipped smile.

"As I was saying." Marcus spat as he shook off his jacket. He turned to me with a sharp turn of the head.

"My father, four years ago, had enough."

Edward shook the guards off of him, who really weren't fighting to hold him, and roughly wrapped his arms around me, shooting glares at Marcus.

Where the hell did he even find these flimsy ass guards…

But is it so horrible for me to describe him as unbelievably sexy right now…?

I patted his arm gently, and he shot a forced smile at me. I sighed.

"He had enough with what?" I asked, trying to maintain at least some civility, but failing, my mind only occupied in finding the answer, but still failing. At least that's what I gathered from the look on Marcus' face.

He shot me a demented, half smile, I shivered in disgust, "He… is kind of like me in a way or two. He wanted a girl in high school, and so did I."

He ran his finger along my jaw line and Edward pulled me back, taking away Marcus's hand.

I shot him a grateful glance and Marcus shot Edward a glare.

"So… you wanted the same girl or what?" I asked, Edward sighed, he looked confused too now…

"No, well… I guess that's one way of putting it."

"Yes…?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"Well, they were mother/daughter."

I sighed, "And what happened then? Why didn't it work out?" I was sort of intrigued.

" It almost did… My father told me to go and… somehow attain both women." He said, smirking to no one in particular.

"Pig…" Edward and I seemed to whisper at the same time, by the look on his face, he was planning on more than 'attaining' them…

"You haven't even heard the story, little Bella… you can't judge me." his half lip pouted and he looked disgusting.

Edward tightened his arm around me and coughed, "Go on." He said through a clenched jaw.

"So… I obviously thought for a while, on how the best way to do this was… so, I thought, if I put the daughter in danger, the mom would come running. Sounds logical, right?"

"No." Edward and I both shouted at the same time. Though I continued speaking, Edward stopped.

"In fact, I don't find anything about you logical."

Marcus snarled at me and I shrank back into m- Edward.

He pulled a knife out of his pocket. "Remember, little girl, that I have the power to kill you at any time, so shut up, stay where you are, and listen!" I shuttered.

I gulped and Edward pursed his lips, and ran his hand up and down my arm. If the… current situation… hadn't been so horrid, it would have comforted me to no end.

"Oh, and guards, separate them," he turned to us, "I hope you enjoyed that, because you won't be touching her again. Ever."

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes teared up… no…no…no! this… this can't happen… Edward…

Edward growled, but through my teary eyes I managed to catch him giving me an… intense look giving me a silent oath that what Marcus just said wasn't true.

I gave him a shaky nod and Marcus tucked his knife back in his pocket. The guards held us back tightly, making sure we couldn't move, and Edward was about 6 feet away from me and the knife... a bit closer than I'd like…

I started to shake and the guard behind me grunted and grumbled something to the other, who laughed in response.

I looked at this Marcus… animal… thing… whatever he was, and he looked to be looking between us.

"Hmm… how about we make this more interesting, shall we?" he asked, with an evil, half grin.

I groaned, you already took Edward away, how much worse could you make this? He answered my question.

"I'm going to tell this painful story to Edward, here, and, have you, Bella, tied to my chair here."

Edward smirked, I could see he was thinking of a way to get to me, already and I let out a breath of relief. Was Marcus really this stupid? Edward could easily distract him and get to me…

"Don't be smiling yet, because I'll be standing behind Bella, with my knife in hand." Marcus winked out of his right eye and Edward's smile disappeared, replaced by a look of pure anger; he clenched his fists and looked at me, telling me something with his eyes, but I didn't know what.

"Every time Edward moves, or talks, or makes a sound." He paused, as if to heighten our suspense, which was already at its pique.

"I will cut off, or just cut, some part of Bella's body."

Edward's eyes bugged out as he found Marcus was serious, I was being tied to this chair, Marcus behind me, he placed the knife over my head.

My breath came in short pants. Hey, at least Edward wasn't in this chair, we should all be thankful for that, right?

Apparently, Edward didn't agree and his response shocked me.

Edward, in all of the ways I had seen him, had never cried. He had been strong while I cried, and he was my rock, but, nothing, nothing, had ever pained him so much, as to cry.

This, apparently, was harder than anything for him, and I saw his eyes start to water as he bit on his lip, restraining noise, and looking at me… with that… that look that I couldn't figure out.

I could see tears coming down through his 5 o' clock shadow, as he stared incredulously at the knife and Marcus. He threw hateful glances at Marcus, and threw... am I allowed to say adoring? Glances at me… no, I couldn't go as far to say adoring…

Edward didn't like me like that…

When he looked back to me, his green eyes sparkled with the tears flooding his eyes, and he whispered something to me. I only could two words of it.

"I… you."

His eyes began to dull out as he looked straight at me. he gulped.

I had to say I was stunned, he was upset, I mean, so was I, but I hadn't ever seen him cry…

I gulped. This was bad… my body started to shake and tingle.

"Now, does anyone have any questions?" his voice was purely amused… I hate him.

"Yeah," my shaky voice answered, "What happens if I make noise."

Marcus gave me a half smile, which looked more like a grimace… "Glad you asked, Sweetie," Edward struggled to keep composure, "Nothing. I want these cuts and scrapes to tell Edward that they were his fault, not yours."

My mouth hung open. Maybe…

"Okay, Bella, look right at Edward." That was one command I was already ahead of him on.

I gave Edward a weak smile, and he looked tortured as another batch of tears collided on their way down his face.

Our eyes stayed locked, our one way of keeping unity. I tried in earnest to display all of my emotions for him in my eyes, at least try to wear my heart on my sleeve… I guess… love, care… everything I never got to tell him, a traitorous tear slipped down my face, and I gulped.

Edward gave me a tiny smile, as though some weight had been lifted off of him, I struggled against my confusion and kept my eyes filled with one emotion. For Edward… he gazed at me through his lashes and I fought the urge to ruin this moment by whispering, 'I love you.'

"Good. I'll start now."

Edward teared up again, as I shook.

"Okay, now I'm ready, so where was I? oh yeah, at the part where I put the daughter in danger."

"The daughter… see, she worked at this place in downtown Washington… I don't know the name… when she was walking home from work one day, I decided I would kidnap her."

Very sensible… I mentally rolled my eyes, I felt bad for this girl… oh, and he mom… at least she knows her mom. I shed another tear, this one, for her.

Okay, I've never been kidnapped so it wasn't me, thank God… wait… the cannibals… but that wasn't four years ago. Besides, four years ago I was pregnant with Nessie…

"I failed this task," Edward looked at me… and I really don't know, I saw something in his eyes, that… that told me… I don't know… maybe I didn't want to let myself know.

I looked straight back at him, trying to convey, in this one, single, glance, that I loved him, and, that there was nothing in this world I wouldn't do for him. That I should've told him a long time ago.

And, something in his eyes, told me that he was trying to keep something from me.

I wondered what it was. Marcus dangled his knife just inches away from my face, acting lackadaisical about my death… I gulped and Edward's body that was shaking froze, his eyes following the knife.

"And, the reason I failed," Marcus looked directly at Edward, almost challenging, and Edward tore his gaze away from me to Marcus. "Was because I let her get away. After I raped her." He smiled the whole time he said this, and I screamed, my breath caught in my throat, was he… could he… have…

Edward looked confused, and then… all of a sudden he looked furious. Something in his eyes scared me a little, it was like he lost his spark and replaced it with… anger…

"You bastard!" my breath was coming in pants as Edward shook with fire in his eyes.

Marcus smirked, heavily. I was a bit scared. And I screamed in pain when Marcus pressed the knife to my wrist, slicing a deep cut, and revealing a gash, with blood flooding to the surface of my skin. I threw my head back in pain.

I felt a tear escape my eye as Edward shook, his mouth open a little, as he snarled at Marcus, and at the same time, held regret for hurting me. And sadness… for everything else. My hand struggled to give pressure to my… cut wrist… but I was tightly bound to the chair that was currently cutting off my circulation…

Okay, here, I knew two things.

One- I saw my blood, covering my wrist, and I about fainted.

Two- when Edward got angry… it made me want him even more.

Oh, and three-I really didn't know which one was more disturbing.

My breath came in pants as Marcus laughed and I screamed.

"How could you! I want to leave now! I was… how could?! Edward!"

Edward's whole body was shaking in anger, his fists clenching and unclenching, his eyes almost black with anger.

And if I wasn't so terrified, I would've jumped him, but that's not the situation…

Edward's face went rigid, as he looked at me, and looked at Marcus.

He looked to the knife, then me again, and then took a deep breath, and calmed down a little, still looking lethal, but a tiny bit better.

Anger flashed through his features, and it did mine as well, I'm not going to lie and say I wasn't pissed. But I was scared to death and wanted Edward.

"As I was saying, I raped her," he paused to see if Edward ,moved, he was still as stone, eyes locked on my bloody wrist, and, knowing Edward, he thought it was all his fault. "And I was so caught up in basking in my own pleasure, she ran away."

I was panting as he flashed the knife in front of my face, trying to see if Edward would move.

He didn't.

"My father… well, he did this," he pointed to his face, "To my face and I won't tell you how. But, I've spent four years looking for you, Bella. And I found you."

Edward's lips raised over his teeth.

"In Chicago… it took a while, but my father…" his fist tightened over the knife, "oh well, I found you, how, you ask?"

Silently, yes, I was wondering how the hell he found me.

"It was months ago… I was in Chicago, for a day, with my father."

At the mention of his father he groaned, "And he wanted me to take a quick look around for you. I did as told."

I was shaking and Edward was having trouble not to combust. He was absolutely seething and I was far too scared of the fact that… this… evil monster behind me kidnapped, hurt, and raped me to think about Edward's body.

"Naturally, these things take time… we ended up looking in all of the wrong places, and we were just going to give up for dinner… when we heard a name that flared our curiosity, that name was Bella."

I couldn't think coherently, and was only barely registering what he was saying in my head, while Edward struggled not to attack the… guy… behind me.

I loved him even more for that, you could see that all he wanted to do, it was etched in his features, to attack him. You could see that it was taking over his control.

That it was most important to him right now, but he still put my safety first.

Although, my hand felt like someone covered it in gasoline and lit it on fire, but I'd be damned if I let Edward know how much pain I was really in, he looked miserable enough as it was, but I was sure he could see how much I wanted to scream.

Through the anger in Edwards face, he sent me tender glances, ones that gave away more than I think he wanted me to know, but I don't know what it was yet. I settled for concern and clenched my hands as the pain crept through my wrist again.

Edward let another tear escape at that.

I took in a big breath and Marcus smirked, yet again, at our obvious discomfort.

"So, I knew that the chances of the Bellas being the same was slim to none… I felt… I knew it was you, Bella." He said, like it was supposed to be comforting…

"My father and I searched restlessly, for a long time. I met four men on the side of the road, and resorting to a last option, paid them to help me. Fat wad of good it did me, though…"

I gulped and Edward let out a shaky breath, his eyes still glistened with unshed tears.

"We had help though… the imbeciles… they managed to get themselves killed… by my dog… and you!"

He snarled at Edward.

Edward and I both froze, Edward trembled from the need to say something, and my eyes widened then shut tightly as Edward screamed.

"You… you sent cannibals after her?!" after these words flew from Edward's mouth I could almost hear him shouting at himself in his head, and he looked at me with teary, panic filled eyes. I shut my eyes, and held my breath in.

Without the slightest hint of regret, he swiftly bent the knife down to my other wrist and made a deep slice that made me scream.

I shook with anger and sadness as tears rolled down my face; I couldn't see well enough to notice Edward's reaction, but the whole room was deathly quiet as I whimpered, it was the only noise I could hear. Marcus didn't seem to notice.

He sighed, "They weren't supposed to try and eat you… I wanted you back to me, safe. I even paid extra for that luxury."

He chuckled menacingly, "I remember that night well." The only thing I could focus on was my wrists, my whole body was shaking, and my loud breaths reverberated through the room as Marcus continued on with his… horrid… tale.

"They said they had found you, purple and shivering next to a heating vent in an alley way. I asked where they put you, and they said they strapped you to a table, I was glad to hear that," why… "and they said they had to go. Little did I know that this… Edward… came to save you…"

I shook, tremulously, as violent pains engulfed my hands and wrists.

"You may ask how I knew? Just so you know, there was a camera in that room… and I searched your photo, Edward. I really didn't know you would've been a very well known and successful doctor."

My head snapped back in pain that I tried to ignore.

"I would have let you off easy, just taking Bella, but you stole Bella, you stole my dog, and you killed my men… I really had no choice."

Pain was mixed with confusion on my face, "I thought-"

"I know, I lied, I know I told you I didn't know why Edward was here, but he's the actual reason you're here… I didn't actually plan on telling you this much."

He paused and I yelped as he fingered my hair, my eyes shut tightly, the last thing I saw was the look of… adoration? Concern? On Edward's face.

"I want them back, Edward, I want Bella, I want my dog!

Edward's lips quivered, but his mouth stayed locked.

Marcus grew exasperated and walked to the door, opening it and throwing the knife outside.

"For God's sake boy! Talk, I'm done!"

But Edward didn't talk, he sprinted over to me, cradling my head in his hands as he kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, basically, everywhere but where I wanted him the most… but this worked too…

"Bella, oh Bella." He kept whispering to me as he smoothed my hair back, his eyes darted to my wrists directly after that.

The blood had dried now, and Edward was just staring at them… thinking of infections probably.

Even in the given situation… I just wished, just once… that he would… do these things out of… love.

But never. Not for me. I thought, without hope. He deserved much better.

Marcus let out a loud cough and Edward untied me, pulled me to him, I winced but said nothing as my wrists bumped again him.

Edward and I gulped.

"So, in summary, I raped you four years ago, let you get away, hired cannibals to find you, let you go again, and here we are, except for this time, I fully intend on getting both Bella and my dog back."

"Bastard." Edward finally realized that he could attack without consequence, but, after hearing this… suck summary, decided to just glare, and try to protect me…

"Well, I'm glad you took that well," he smirked and we snarled, "I'll be letting you off to your room now."

My stomach growled, sure, I could deal with the hunger, I'd gone longer, but Edward…

"Can you at the very least feed us?"

He huffed in response. "In an hour or so, okay?"

"Wait, first," Edward said, both rage and confusion coloring his tone, he spoke hesitantly, "Didn't you say… that this was… a mother/daughter story…?" he spoke so slowly, and his grip on me tightened.

I looked to Marcus in confusion.

He stopped at the door, "Oh, yeah," he smirked at us, "I Almost forgot, tomorrow, we will make a video that will go to your mother, and y father can be happy with her," he looked me up and down, "while I have my way with you."

See, Edward and I had different reactions to this.

Me? My whole body froze, my blood, my heart, it all felt cold… and it all… just felt like it stopped…

My mother… the only thing moving on me right now, was the tears, flooding my eyes.

Edward? He let out a roar of a growl, which completely took me off guard… but you could probably judge my reactions to that side of him by now…

I was still too numb, I guess you could say, to register any of it in my brain.

Everything was mixed and jumbled together. One big, sticky mess of my thoughts, all clouded by two words.

My mother.

My knees grew weak, and hadn't been for Edward keeping me stable, through his ragged breath, I would not have made the effort to get back up.

Marcus smirked and left. But that barely registered. The only thing holding me up was the shaky arm, looped through mine.

A recurring thought came, yet again, into my head… but it hit me the hardest this time and it nearly made me collapse.

My mother.

That was actually really emotional for me to write. I really didn't expect to have to put this down, half way through writing, I just felt it… the pain they were both going through.

Yes, I actually had to wait an hour before writing again…

Ha, and you guys thought my twists were random… see, they all come together somehow, its not just random twists.

I do happen to have a story line my readers!

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