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BPOV

I stayed in my room for hours after that, laying on the floor and staring into the ceiling, finding shapes in the white blankness, akin to my own skin. I was contemplating the act of jumping into a wall of fire and ending my existence. How easy would it be to set my body ablaze, I would not need to feel pain either, it would be very easy. My powers would never be used for evil so my deceasing would only be a positive.

Nevertheless, those were just thoughts, half-formed strings that meant nothing. They never would either because they were just thoughts that passed through my mind. I could never do that to Edward either, that was definitely the main reason I never paid much heed to my suicidal thoughts.

He was due home soon, putting me on alert for when his plan landed in Seattle, which might be soon, depending on how fast the plane is going and what the time is now. A plus for private planes is the absolute stop free service they provide, cutting hours off the journey. However, a two thousand mile plus trip may take more than a while even without stops.

I looked at the clock on the side table and it read 4:27 in the afternoon, rather strange since I had gone to the shelter around three. Then I realized I had been lying there for much longer than I thought and twenty-four hours had passed since I lied down. I dragged myself into a sitting position, pushing the hair out of my face, and looked out into the dark room.

I had to check on Emmett and Alice to make sure their change was going well so I crawled a few inches on my hands and knees and then stumbled up onto my feet, scrambling to find a lift. I almost ran into the wall and fought to steady myself, feeling groggy like I would if I had just woken up had I been able to. The floor swam up to my face and it took me a moment to realize I had had fallen over on my front.

I rolled onto my back, groaning, and put a hand to my throbbing head, which felt like my brain was convulsing and getting ready to redecorate the interior of my skull. I heard movement in the shadows of my room and tried to lift my head but the pounding increased to a painful point so I put it back down. I whimpered as wave after wave of aching pain swam down my body like fish swimming upstream.

A most hated sight, "It seems my little Bella has had a little fall, followed a sarcastically worried voice. I guess even you aren't invulnerable completely to Alec's gift." Aro was approaching me, flanked by a somber Alec and an angry Demetri who looked ready to destroy Aro. Demetri had always revered me, as a younger sister while Alec held respect for me but never actually had conversation with me.

I tried to get away but my limbs froze in place, keeping me stuck on the floor with a malicious vampire tyrant advancing with a crazed smile on his face. My voice gurgled in my throat as I tried to cry out for help from either Demetri or Alec, receiving only a tormented look from the both of them. Aro bent down and scooped me up from the floor, holding me as if I was his bride and we were on our way to our honeymoon.

"Take the two that are changing, they will be waking up soon. Hurry the plane is already here with the others." Aro called over his shoulder as he carried me, my eyes glued to the ceiling and my muscle function rapidly deteriorating with the force of Alec pressing on my mind. My vision blurred, the wood rafters swimming overhead but I forced my eyes open wider, regaining focus of the dark brown up above.

We went down the stairs with Alec and Demetri behind us, Emmett in Demetri's and Alice in Alec's, both of their heads flopping with the jolt of their carriers going down the steps. Alice's arm dropped off her lap and swung back and forth like a pendulum, ticking away her freedom.

"Alec…defenseless… you...take her...fully." I could not hear much what Aro said but I guessed he was telling Alec to use the full force of his power now that my defenses had diminished to nearly nothing, making me almost human. I was able to moan out one silent summons that flew out the window unseen while the men bickered or whatever, I could not really hear.

My last bit of hearing picked up Alec's sorrowful apology as he sent a strong wave of sense-deprivation, the final thrust that completely cut me off from everything. No sight, smell, feeling, or anything. As far as I knew, I did not exist.

EdPOV (the day before)

With the time difference between my destination and starting point, Boston being three hours ahead of Washington I landed at SeaTac airport around eight at night. I got off the plane, not having to deal with the regular hassles of flying commercial, and as soon as I was under shelter from the rain, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned it on.

A few moments later my phone alerted me that I had a message of some sort and when I looked at the screen it declared that I had 'one new voicemail'. I connected to my mailbox and the female operator's voice told me to press one to hear the message so I did as instructed and put the phone to my ear. Bella's light and nonchalant voice came through the speaker, putting a smile on my face immediately.

"Hello Edward, I know you are probably on your flight now and it is 11:43 a.m. over here so call when you can," Actually I had still been in my conference at that time, "I promise I will be up." What did she mean by up? It is not as if she would be sleeping. "I have some very important information to tell you once you get home. I am sorry to tell you, however, that I will not be there at the airport to greet you I apologize. See you soon love." she made kissing sounds and then hung up.

I was disappointed that Bella would not be there to greet me but I saw Carlisle and Esme sitting, waiting for my arrival brightening my dampened mood. I walked quickly over to them, getting their attention by calling their names and bringing them out of their seats and soon enough I was in their familiar embrace. The surrounding people watched with mild interest, not wanting to take much time out of their own "busy" schedules.

"Good to have you home son." Carlisle said as he took the suitcase from my hand and patted me on the shoulder. My mother hugged me next, surrounding me with her comforting scent of vanilla, a smell I had loved ever since my human days. As I kissed her on the cheek, a large man in the coffee shop with a sandwich in his meaty hands and grease in his hair turned and caught sight of my mother and looked at her appreciatively. I was disgusted even further when he lifter up his sweaty backside and passed gas noisily, chuckling as he continued gorging himself.

"Good to be home, Boston is not really my cup of tea. I much rather prefer rainy old Washington even if some of the people here are rather," I looked back at the gross man with a wrinkled nose, "unsavory." my parents laughed as we began walking back to the garage where I assumed the car was waiting so that we could return to Forks.

We got to the car; Carlisle's black Mercedes with the tinted windows, and when the trunk opened Carlisle put my luggage in it and slammed the door shut. He and Esme got in the front, leaving me alone in the back with my phone so I decided to send Bella a text message, letting her know I had arrived. She did not respond, even after twenty minutes so I called her but she did not answer, which concerned me since she was usually punctual with phone calls and messages.

"No worries dear, she is probably only busy. Now how about a hunting trip? You probably have not fed in a long while." Esme's proposal sounded great so I nodded and rubbed my fingers over my sleepless eyes and slouched down in the seat, my head on the back and my throat bared to the ceiling. I put my ear buds in my ears and listened to my I-pod all the way to Mount Rainier National Park, out favorite spot.

When we arrived, after being stuck in random bouts of traffic for four hours all together making it past two in the morning almost three, when you added it to the regular time it took to get there. We went our separate ways, the grizzlies and the deer already searching for cover, having smelled a predator they could not escape by running.

I caught wind of a medium sized female deer, no scent of a young one around her so I targeted her, nowhere near cruel enough to kill a mother deer or her offspring. That was something I had never had a desire to do, preying on the weakest and most vulnerable when there was appropriate game out there. I knew some other of my kind that targeted children specifically, claiming their blood was better tasting since it was "pure".

My deer was quickly getting away but not fast enough and I quickly had her out of her misery with only part of my hunger satiated, so I sought out another animal. I found my next meal in a weak grizzly, not exactly my tastes but it filled me as much as this diet could and I was satisfied. Taking the grizzly reminded me of Emmett putting the thought of him as an immortal in my head, hunting with me for blood for his first time. Brothers on the prowl for large animals.

I decided to explore the park until either Carlisle or Esme called me on my phone so I ran through the trees, startling the pikas, marmots, and birds that were there. I came to the base of the mountain and made the decision to climb to the top, or as close as I could before someone called me to return to the car. It was dark by then so I paid no attention to the worries of anyone besides Carlisle and Esme spotting me traipsing up the rock.

I made my way past all the trees, bushes and soon enough dirt, winds, and snow surrounded me, which made no difference all the same, as I couldn't feel the cold temperatures. The view was spectacular; I could see the vast stretches of forest and the herd of deer, grazing in an open clearing, not even registering the death of their fellow herd mate.

It occurred to me that it was three in the morning and these animals should be sleeping but I guess they switched there feeding times with their sleeping times due to them not wanting to be out when the human tourists came. Honestly, those were the humans that I would not mind ridding the earth of. It angered me to see them treating animals like possessions when they should be treated the same, if not better, since they provided so much for the disgusting 21st century human population.

I reached the peak of the mountain and sat on a rock that was bare of any snow or ice and looked out into the valley, where the wind blew and a mother and baby bear lumbered to the water hole for a drink. The whole scene was beautiful and I sat there long after the sun rose and the park opened for business.

The sun kept rising, throwing summer heat down and turning the air heavy with humidity, and I still had not received the call that meant we were ready to leave. I looked at my cell phone, saw that it was two something in the afternoon and… that I had no service. I could have slapped myself for being so stupid. Of I was not getting any calls because I was out of range, how idiotic of me!

I got off my perch on the rock and ran full speed down the side of the mountain watching my phone as two bars popped up in the top left corner and then three, followed by all five. Moments later, it started buzzing with texts and missed phone calls. I gnashed my teeth and called Carlisle, still running, the wind a maelstrom in my ears as it rushed by.

"Edward where have you been? We've been calling you nonstop, son." he sounded relieved and I heard Esme sigh heavily in the background making me feel terrible for being so stupid as to make them worry at all. Esme whispered on the other end, there was a shuffling, and crackling so I looked to see if I lost the connection but stopped when Esme's voice came through the speaker.

"Edward? Where are you?" she sounded so scared and I was beating myself up with guilt causing me to almost trip over a boulder, which would have sent my phone flying out of my hand. I cursed myself again for being so daft and then picked up the speed, bewildered that it was taking so long; I must have spent hours trekking up to the top.

"I am so sorry Esme; I went to the top of the mountain and did not have service. I was wondering why I was not getting your calls. I feel terrible; did I frighten you too terribly?" I was nearing the bottom and the air was heating up considerably compared to the temperature at the top of the mountain.

"Oh dear, don't worry yourself too much, I was just being a worrywart. It's good to know you are on your way though." I could see them now; they were at the edge of the forest, scanning the area, looking for me. I smiled and pressed on harder, running at supersonic speeds. Well maybe not that fast, but I was going much faster than I had gone in ages, it was exhilarating.

"I see you now, be there soon. Love you. Bye." I hung up after Esme said goodbye and returned my phone to my pants pocket. I finally reached the bottom where I skidded to a slower pace and then jogged the remaining distance and met up with my parents. Carlisle smirked at my windblown hair and askew clothes but said nothing; Esme was the one who fretted over my appearance.

"Oh dear your hair is such a mess and you have mud all over yourself, what did you do roll on the ground?" she batted at my pants and jacket, trying to sweep off the disarray. Once she saw that it was stuck there she moved onto my hair, running through it with her fingers, trying to flatten it in vain. She gave up, throwing her hands in the air, complaining about the humidity making everyone's hair such a mess.

She got in the passenger side of the Mercedes and put on her seatbelt, waiting for Carlisle and I to follow her so that we could go back home and I could get back to my beloved. Once we were on the road we had about five hours of driving ahead of us so Carlisle stepped on the gas and I listened around for police whenever we went above the speed limit, warning him whenever we were approaching one. Carlisle didn't drive too fast though; we weren't in much of a hurry.

Alone in the back I laid down, taking the full length of the seats with my legs bent at the knee and my feet pressed up against the handle of the right door and my head against the left window. Clearly the backseat of a Mercedes was not meant to accommodate a six-foot person comfortably. My thoughts strayed to Bella and how she could stretch out next to me and we would whisper and laugh, caught up in our own world.

I closed myself off from everything else, thinking of the emotional warmth of Bella's embrace, but was "woken up" around 4:30 in the afternoon, when we were around Olympia, by the most peculiar thing. Bella's voice was heard clear in the car as if she was in there with us, weak and wounded but still urgent in tone. It was a whispered message that made little sense to me, but I hung onto every word with terror

"They're here. They've taken us all and I fear they have taken the others as well. I do not know where I am being taken but I am nearly positive it is Volterra. I am weak…" her voice, trembling and faint, trailed off, leaving me with a terrible sense that if we did not get to the airport very soon it would be too late to do anything.

"Airport! Now!" I gasped to Carlisle who had parked on the side of the road to listen to the power sent message, skidding and sending a spray of gravel into the air. At my command he wheeled the car around and sped off to the Olympia airport, which was so much closer than my original instinct to speed off to Seattle and catch the earliest flight to Italy.

With our blatant disregard for human laws we roared through the highway, weaving through cars and receiving honks of anger and many ridiculous hand gestures meant to offend. We reached the airport much too late for my tastes. Carlisle tried explaining the trip took less than five minutes but I was unconcerned as I demanded tickets to Pisa, Italy.

Pisa was an hour outside of Volterra but it was the closest city with an airport so it was our only choice, which meant we would have to acquire a vehicle. Particularly a fast one. The flight was leaving in ten minutes. We had no baggage so we were soon running through ticket check and then on the plane, strapping in for the ride that would take hours away from the precious time we didn't have.

The plane took off and we were stuck in coach next to a crying baby with a tired and annoyed looking young mother who just placed her in her carrier on the floor, put headphones in her ears, and went to sleep. I was disgusted in the stupidity of the girl so I picked up the wailing infant and cradled her in my arms, rocking her slightly. Almost immediately she quieted, hiccupping and drawing in shuddering breath as she stared up wide-eyed at me.

She was a beautiful little thing with pink lips, large blue eyes, and fluffy curls of ebony atop her head, which fit snugly in the palm of my hand. The diaper bag was within my sight and I could smell the bottle of formula in there so I handed the child to an eager Esme who was a row behind me and pressed the button for a flight attendant.

He arrived seconds later with a placid smile and asked if he could get me anything, "I need you to take this bottle and run it under warm-not hot- water." I relayed the instructions to him, receiving his sincere promise to be back soon. I could tell the idiot girl had been heating up the bottle in the microwave since the plastic smelled slightly burned.

The man returned with a warm bottle, which I accepted only to pass back to Esme, since she was probably much better at it than I would have been. The soft sucking sounds from the infant were comforting so I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes, listening to her feed. Her heart rate slowed and her breathing evened, letting me know Esme had successfully put the baby human to sleep.

I shut out the thoughts of the others around me, poked into the thoughts of the baby girl, and saw her memories; the fights between the father and mother, the nights she spent crying, her diaper soiled and her stomach screaming with hunger. Another with her crying, yet again, with her mother passed out on the bedroom floor, a tourniquet around her arm and a needle by her knee.

Then the horrible scenes shifted to what happened mere moments ago; warmth and happiness along with the blissful feeling of being fed and fawned over by my parents behind me. Next was my face, which caused her to stir in her slumber and sigh softly. I turned to Esme's thoughts and saw that right before she sighed and a delicate smile crossed her face, elating me.

The woman next to me stirred and perspiration dotted her forehead, goosebumps broke out on her arms, and she trembled with violent shivering, her teeth chattering. She woke up completely and began fidgeting and yawning, not even bothering to look down to see if her baby was even still alive. She waved at a passing flight attendant and demanded tissues; her nose had started running. When the attendant returned with the box of tissues she snatched them up and noisily blew her nose, tossing the snotty rag on the floor once she finished.

Next she started groaning in pain, holding her stomach and cursing under her breath, periodically wiping her nose until it became red and irritated with the rough tissue. She rummaged in the diaper bag, from which I had taken the bottle earlier, and produced a rattling bottle of extra strength pain reliever. I looked into her thoughts and found the answer to her ridiculous behavior. "Need that heroin. Damn you Billy for takin' my stash. Fuck my stomach hurts!" She was going through heroin withdrawal symptoms.

BPOV

Numb… everywhere. I couldn't see, hear, smell, taste, or feel anything. I was completely cut off from everything and it was the worst experience I'd had in a long time; vampires relied so painfully on their senses that taking them away from them could cause insanity. I tried moving my big toe but that ended unsuccessfully with the sense of hopelessness.

The only thing I kept during this immeasurable amount of time was complete consciousness within my own mind. I was able to think properly without disorientation but still could not hear anything save for my own inner voice that whispered small words of encouragement to me, telling me to stay sane. The voice sounded like Edward. I prayed to… whoever was listening or could hear me that Edward had gotten my message and was on his way to save me.

All around me I saw black; giving me the sensation that I was blind, an event I would have rather not had to go through since no one would ever hope to be without their sight. The darkness was intimidating; not heart pounding petrifying like it had been at first, when I initially caved under Alec's power. Ever since then I had been like this; cut off from the world and the happenings around me. Moreover, who knew what was happening to me.

After being suspended in the void I decided it was time to at least try to get some of my senses back so I focused on my memories of awaking; waking up from a deep slumber to a warm ray of sunshine on my face. Rousing from sleeping in Edward's arms in our meadow one summer morning to rain pattering on my skin and then running and laughing to find shelter within the trees.

I centered my power and sent it up to my mind; screaming mentally in frustration, pain, and weariness as the simple task took so much out of me and I was surprised I was actually feeling the effects of my actions. I took that as a sign that I was resurfacing. I tried again, reaching the 'accomplishment' of seeing sparks of light dancing at the edge of my vision and hearing my sobs as the full brunt of my aching body hit me. It felt like I had been beaten by the entire Volturi guard.

I suspected that Aro had taken Rosalie and Jasper along with us, which included Alice and Emmett, and brought them to Volterra, whether to kill them for knowing of the vampire world or to turn them. I only wished I were able to take the pain away from the transformation. It seemed horribly unfair that they would have to suffer the terrorizing torture that Emmett and Alice did not.

I discovered that, after sending a probe through my body, both of my femurs were snapped in a clean break and my arms were all but dismembered from my body, which explained why I felt so ghastly. My left eye also felt swollen and my nose seemed to be half way across my face, by my ear. The rest of my injuries extended to torn skin, dislocated joints, cracked ribs, and even my spine seemed to be in two halves, just like my femurs.

Someone did not want me to be walking around.

I could move then, whether or not it was mentally or physically I did not know, and I was fairly convinced I could twitch my toes- barely- and move my head, just scarcely. My necklace slid across my chest, inspiring me to experiment with my wings; to see if they had been damaged and if I could still use them to my advantage.

The silver wings on my throat grew warm at my fervent begging for the real wings to still be there, pleading that the beautiful white feathers and down would burst forth from my shoulder blades. I could feel the sinew and muscles working under my skin, trying to use the last of my diminished strength to spring them out. I gasped as they finally erupted, leaving me panting and sobbing. The event only happened in my mind but I knew that it would still apply when I woke up completely. If I ever did.

At first what I thought was my mind playing tricks on me was actually reality, as I so brilliantly figured out after countless minutes of ignoring it. Someone was screeching and shouting directions, his voice cold and domineering, which alerted me instantly that it was the bane of my existence: Aro. I wished fleetingly that I were still deadened to all outside things, if only it would save me from having to see that creature again.

"She's waking up! What are you doing idiota?" I recognized the Italian word of idiot, not exactly hard to figure out since they were so similar in pronunciation. "Push her harder! She cannot regain consciousness." I stirred even more, putting my spine back in place during the process, which began to mend itself in seconds allowing me to sit up. Next were my arms, the bones coming together like pieces of a jigsaw.

Aro continued with the commotion, telling Alec to put me down again but since my awareness was coming back to me rapidly now and soon I was able to open my eyes to a too bright light and a room full of vampires. I was on my side, thrown down like a rag doll, and I twisted and pressed the heels of my hands against that marble floor, struggling to lift my upper body. My hips were glued to the floor and I couldn't move my legs much; my femurs hadn't mended themselves, immobilizing me almost completely.

"Help me!" I cried to the murmuring vampires in the room with the high domed ceiling but they didn't stop their excited chatter. I heard words like "exquisite" all over but other than that nothing was said that acknowledge my wakened presence. Sitting up completely I dragged myself backward to a half wall, pushing with my hands, scrabbling to find something to hold on to.

I bumped into what I thought was the wall but when I tried to find the top to hoist myself up my scrambling fingers clutched the coarse fabric of denim and strong legs underneath them. I felt so used and dirty, like I had been violated as the eyes of the vampire that I knocked into bore into the top of my hair, which was gnarly and matted.

"My darling Isabella, welcome home!" Aro smiled a horrible, slimy grin that showed perfect white teeth that did not belong in a face so horrible. Weeping, I pushed away, using his legs as a sort of kick off for my hands and tried to put as much distance between him and me. It was a failed attempt since the arena I was trapped in couldn't have had a diameter of more than twenty feet.

Shaking my head I ran into the other side of the ring, and pulled my legs in close to my body, hating how they fell uselessly, lying limp against each other, bare up to my mid-thigh where my shorts still were. Thankfully, I worried I was nude and exposed. I reached up and hooked my fingers over the other side of the divider between the "audience" and me.

I kept my eyes on Aro as he creeped toward me, smiling horribly, while I grasped the thick wall and tried to lift myself to put up a fight before I was defeated. My demise approached as hateful guards filed into the room, sheathed in useless and ostentatious armor that was clearly supposed to show off the wealth of the Volturi clan to the visiting covens.

They stood at the doorways, barring my exits even though any possibility of me getting out alive was next to nothing since I was weaker than the most pathetic vampire. Just as it seemed all hope was lost a shout came from beyond the closed doors and a clatter rose along with a pounding and a cracking of wood as the newcomer or newcomers broke down the door.

The vampires that came through the shattered wood next, their eyes shining like rubies in the noon sun, gazed around the room catching sight of me. That was met with a strange combination of roars and screams that deafened me, causing me to fall back to the floor with only one thought on my mind.

Longest chapter ever people! Thank you so much for bearing with me as I tried my best to produce a quality chapter. This was over 5,000 words by the way! Please send me your thoughts, complaints, or feedback please! Anything you give me I will appreciate! Thank you, it's been real! (Yes I meant to say it that way too, teehee!)