Ok, I am not going to tell you what is going to happen, not even a slight inkling, but I will tell you that is what you have all been waiting for :)

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Alice POV

Bella walked at a quick pace across the terminal, dodging and pushing her way through the crowd without a second thought. She glanced over her shoulder nervously, looking intently in the unorganized mob that followed her path. She seemed content with what she saw as a look of relief flooded her expression and she continued on forward. Bella stopped once she reached the ticket office and, ignoring the cue and annoyed voices coming from it, she pushed to the front. Bella violently shoved an airline ticket and passport into the hands of the woman standing innocently behind the desk. Her mouth was hung open in shock, yet she quickly collected herself and started going through the details intensely. After a minute or so she handed it back to Bella, a nervous smile on her face, and said a very enthusiastic 'have a nice flight'. It was obvious that it was her first day due to her attitude, but Bella was way past noticing any of those signs. Her anxiety was showing strongly as she glanced, once again, over her shoulder. She grabbed the details, rushing past the desk and into the door that lead to the plane. As she went through she stopped and looked behind her, a single tear rolled down her face. She closed her eyes and leaned weakly onto the doorframe, a sob escaping from her throat. Bella opened her eyes and searched the crowd vigorously, but this time it was not in panic but in hope, as if she wanted to be seen by the person following. A voice sounded over the interval telling the passengers that it was there last chance to board the Rome, Italy flight. Once again she looked around with desperate eyes, only to come up short. Her eye caught the clock, revealing that it was 5:57, less than 5 minutes before Edward would land, and saw as Bella took in a deep breath trying to calm herself, yet failing and in result another sob broke through the false composure. Other people began to barge their way past her, and she realized it was time to leave. Pushing herself off the wall, regret and pain clear in her vacant expression, she followed the crowd. Bella stumbled down the corridor reluctantly and with frail steps, as if she was walking down death row.

I came out of the vision with a shape intake of breath. What had I just seen? I didn't understand a single bit of it and was scared as to why this was going to happen. Looking around I found Jasper coming my way, he was panicking about something, and I had a sudden sinking feeling as I started to comprehend why this was.

"What happen? Where's Bella?" my voice was a high squeal and my eyes started to dart through the crowds, looking at each face for deep mahogany hair and chocolate brown eyes.

"I don't know," he answered, worry strong in his voice. "One minute she was heading towards the restroom and the next she was gone. I tried to search through the crowds for here but came up short. She is nowhere to be seen. I thought maybe James but his smell-"

"It wasn't James," I stated matter of factly, cutting him off.

"What?" he replied with a suspicious tone.

"She boarded a plane. Italy, going to Rome I think, at 5:57 exactly." In unison we looked at the clock, when we saw it was 6:01, and my heart dropped. The plane would be taking off now; we were too late.

"But why?"

"I don't know, but she seemed pretty distressed and..." I shook my head, not knowing how to carry on my sentence, and leant my head against Jaspers chest. I had a quick vision of everyone arriving at the terminal, then something about a note in a sketchbook, and from there my vision went fuzzy, which is what happens when someone hasn't made up their mind.

"Come on," I said, leaning back off of jasper. "The others will be arriving soon."

"But what about Bella?"

"There is nothing we can do for now but she is safe from James, and that is better then nothing." With that we turned and started toward the gate. In the corner of my eye I saw a sketchbook lying on the bench we were previously on. Turning and walking over towards it I realized it was Bella's and, putting one and one together, linked it with my vision. I grabbed it hungrily, as if I held the key to all our worries, and held it out in front of me. I looked at it longingly; desperate to know what it was, but stopped myself, as I knew, what ever was inside, was for Edward. I closed the book and tucked it safely under my arm, where it would stay until Edward came. I went over to Jasper and waited, yet we did not have long to wait. After a minute or so Carlisle, Edward and Emmett came rushing out of the double doors and on to the terminal. Edward caught our eyes first, closely followed by Carlisle and then Emmett, who was carrying a small travel bag. Carlisle and Emmett proceeded toward us but Edward stayed put on the spot, horror slowly creeping onto his face, standing stock-still in place.

I'm sorry Edward, but she is still safe, I thought, yet not initially knowing if it was true or not. He shook his head in disbelief and I ran through my vision with him, of everything that had happened in the airport.

While I was doing this Carlisle seemed to sense something was wrong, when he looked and couldn't find Bella, he realized the problem.

"What? Where's Bella?" he asked, walking and standing a few feet away from us. Edward suddenly turned on the spot and, as fast as possible for a human, ran toward where Bella had boarded the plane.

Edward POV

I rushed urgently through the crowd; following Bella sent that still lingered subtly in the air. I came towards gate 6, only to find it completely empty. I ran toward a window that over looked the runways, planes where crossing here and there, yet I knew not one of them was Bella's. I didn't understand. Why had she left us? I placed the flat on my hand onto the glass and looked desperately out toward the sky. I stood there for an undefeated time (I knew it was only minutes but it few more like years) until I heard the thoughts of my family come up behind my back. I saw that Alice had filled each of them out on the vision, and turned away from their pitying thoughts.

"Edward, son, the sketchbook," Carlisle's voice was calm and understanding. I turned toward them all and looked down at Alice's hands. She was holding Bella's Art book out, and so I slowly reached up and took it, treating it like something delicate and made of glass. I flicked through the pages carefully at first but soon I became a thirsty man, desperate for the water that was why Bella had left. I just could comprehend this; the love of my life had left me. My mate had gone.

I reached a page full of writing. At the bottom of the page there was a picture, or a letter, that I knew was Arabic for beauty. I ignored it for the moment and began to read through the text.

To my beloved Edward,

I imagined her sweet voice reading out the letter to me, and the breath caught helplessly in my throat.

You cannot even begin to comprehend how very much I wish I do not have to leave. But it is not my choice, nor my mothers.

So am I finally finding out what she has been hiding from us?

I have been lying to you and your family, and for that I apologize.

Lying? But... what would she have to lie about? Surly she had not been hiding something that bad that she feels the need to run away? And even if it were the worst thing imaginable, I would still love her to my heart's content.

I wish a thousand times over that I had not made such a stupid choice as to get you involved in this, but I fell in love and, for a brief time, forgot. But now I am all too aware about the dangers.

Danger?! My mind cringed away from the idea that she was in danger without my knowing.

Edward, my mother worked for the Volturi.

My mind went blank. This was the last thing I would ever have thought of, yet when I think back, all the pieces fit together. Her mother living in Italy, her reluctance to talk about anything to do with her mother, and... Her fear. It explained the fear she had when she wouldn't tell me, and the tears she cried when I wouldn't let it go. Slowly the blankness fell away and I found I was scared. The Volturi! The rulers of the vampire world and Bella! No, this is wrong, so wrong.

But she was killed, hardly 3 hours ago, and now she isn't there to stop them... now I have to go and... At the bottom of the page there is a picture. Ask Alice what it is and Carlisle what it means, they will understand.

What does she mean?! Oh Bella, what has happened? I am scared for you. The Volturi are deadly beasts and you will get hurt. Yet you have lived with them for many years and… now…

Don't come, please I beg you so much DONT COME! But I know you will, I am not stupid, and so wait 3 day until you follow. At least do this for me, for you cannot stop what will happen.

Three days? What is she talking about? My mind was a jumbled mess, the facts were all laid out on the page yet my mind couldn't, or wouldn't, piece them together. I was to scared to face the truth.

Edward, I need you to remember how much I love you. Please, always remember that, and how sorry I am.

No Bella, please don't! My mental voice screamed out in desperation.

With all my love,

Your Bella.

You can't end it there! You have told me nothing! But, really, she had told me everything. Well almost everything, as that thought crossed my mind I looked up desperately, looking for the person who could unravel the riddle. Carlisle.

Carlisle's POV

I saw Edward expression change from horror to incomprehension to desperation and confusion, a dry sob escaping mercilessly from his chest. He looked up at me with desperate eyes, searching for an answer I was not even sure I had.

"Edward?" I asked, worry clear in my voice. Not losing eye contact with me he shoved the book into my hands. I took it and opened it to the right page, and then so I began to read, aware of all Jasper, Alice and Emmett reading it to. I was shocked by what I had read, and felt deep pity on her. I looked at the symbol that Bella had so pointedly said I would understand, yet I did not see what she meant. But there was a little voice coming from the back of my head, telling me that this was familiar to me, and telling me I knew exactly what Bella meant by this.

"That's terrible," Alice said with a strained voice, emotion thick as she read the letter her best friend had written. She turned back to jasper and started to cry into his chest, as he stood there rocking her, a shocked expression on his face. "But I don't understand," she voiced out a minute later. "Why has Bella drawn her tattoo?"

What? As Alice words hit home I realized what that little voice was telling me, so much so I dropped the book in shock and fear.

"A tattoo?" I asked, composing myself. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, at the base of her spine. She didn't want me to mention it because she was embarrassed," Alice answered back, unaware about what she was confirming.

I heard Edward take sharp intake of breath as he read my thoughts.

"Tell me it's not true Carlisle. Tell me," Edward whispered. He sounded like a dying man trying to find his salvation in the world but coming up short when he realized that there was none.

"I'm sorry," I whispered back, not quiet having the strength to say it loudly.

Edward broke out into tremendous sobs, knees buckling and then falling to the floor. He did not bother to get up, just sat there crying tears that would never come.

"Carlisle? What is it?" Alice's innocent voice asked once again.

"Something much worse than anything we could have thought," I replied, and so started to explain everything. "This symbol... it is of the Volturi's own concoction. You see, when a human was found that would have a powerful gift, they were changed. But when that of a child was found, they could not change them. So they would wait, making sure this child grew up in complete knowledge of the vampire world. When they got to a mature enough age, usually between 14 and 16, they were changed. But to make sure that everyone was fully aware that this human "belonged" to the Volturi, they were marked. They were marked with a special mixture of ink and vampire venom, so that even when a vampire, the tattoo would stay. It literally translates "Owned by the devil". Now, in Bella's case, it indicates that her mother was keeping her from this fate until later on in life. But I guess it is sooner then she thought."

As I finished the last sentence I realized the intense silence that hung edgily in the air as everybody began to understand what was about to happen to Bella. I looked down to my son and saw a look to such pain that I could hardly recognize it to be Edward. I could understand how much he loved Bella, as I would be the same if I ever lost Esme, and so knew that he would do anything to get her back, and that we would stand behind him every step of the way.

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