–It was mentioned that it was "too inconsistent" time-wise, well I already explained that I aged them up instead of having them be as young as they were in the books. Like, a meet-in-college sort of vibe. I didn't like how young everybody was. Like it or not, that's your own personal opinion. 3 Also, I don't go through every single day that happens, there are time jumps where some days are skipped, sometimes weeks, but it usually mentions it. I try to d it that way so that everything that happens isn't in the span of a day or a week because let's be real–that's just crazy. I like to show time-lapse.-

Their house came into view as Alice pulled up the driveway and a gasp escaped her lips. She hadn't been here since Jasper and Carlisle had warned her about Edward and Alice. The garage door opened and she flinched at the blurred memory of her backing the car up as she made her escape. Her head ached where the scar was. It was kind of fitting that she was brought back to the same place where she was destined to die at in the first place. Fate was an interesting thing indeed.

Alice opened her door and Bella stared at the concrete, noticing that there were still a few drops of her blood dried on the floor. Her eyes flew up to Alice's and watched as a smile spread across her porcelain face. "Come on, he's waiting." She held her hand out to her and Bella ignored it, standing up shakily as she gripped the car to steady herself.

Alice watched with a little huff as she spun around on her heel and skipped into the house. She stared at the door after her. They knew that she wouldn't run, not when they had Charlie. Mustering up courage from a place she didn't know she had, she stepped through the door. The house would have been beautiful to her if she didn't remember clutching to the walls as she made her escape.

The walls were bright, and clean and she remembered just how much it reminded her of a hospital. Everything was staged, only used as objects to make humans more comfortable. She walked past the huge windows in the living room and stepped into the dining room. She wasn't sure where she was supposed to be going until she heard the groaning from the back reading room.

She ran, stumbling over herself as she flung herself through the door. Charlie was battered, blood dripping down his forehead as he sat, slumped in a chair in the middle of the room. "Dad?!" Her hands found his face as she lifted it up towards her. He was still breathing and relief flooded through her veins before she heard the chilling voice in the corner.

"Isabella, my love." he stepped forward into the light, and she cringed at the demon before her. He was dressed in a starch white top, sitting just above a pair of blue jeans. There wasn't a drop of blood on his shirt as he stood, hands clasped behind his back. "I knew that you would do as you're told. Charlie here has the ability to track your phone, I saw that you left it at home. No phone calls were made, and no text messages were sent. Police technology is genuinely something to marvel at."

She kept her eyes on the floor as he stepped towards her, and she fought every instinct to get up and run. It wouldn't matter if she did. She would never make it where her heart wanted her to go. "Let Charlie go, I'll go wherever you want me to. I'll do whatever. Just don't hurt him, please."

He regarded her as she watched him from her peripheral. She couldn't look him in the eye. His hands picked imaginary lint off of his shirt as he crooned Alice's name. She didn't hear her walk in, just saw her small feet appear just out of her eyesight. "Alice, please take care of Charlie. Please make sure that he is unharmed." Alice pulled her off of Charlie, grabbed him dragging him towards the garage. She didn't dare breathe until she heard the car door open and close.

"Now." He stepped towards her, his cold hands reaching towards her. She scooted backward, hitting her head against the bookshelf as panic swelled in her chest. She had accepted that she was going to die, but she was terrified. She heard him inhale as he leaned over, his face just inches away from her hair. He rocked back in disgust as she watched a fake painted expression pass over his features-pain. "You reek of dog."

"Sorry." The words broke her lips without her even thinking to say them. Her mind betrayed her as it slipped into its old submissive ways. She had gotten so close to freedom, to her happily ever after. He was in front of her in a moment, his cold hands holding too roughly onto her face as he looked into her eyes. He never knew how to handle delicate things.

"I forgive you, at least you're holding yourself accountable for your mistakes." His cold fingertips brushed against the warmth of her cheek as he stared at her. "Come, my love. Let's get you cleaned up. I have a present for you." He pulled her to her feet, his hands gripping too tightly around her wrists as she stumbled after him. They made it to the living room before he paused and turned towards her, taking her hands in his. "I want your first time to be memorable, so we will have to be careful before I turn you." He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and watched her expression.

She gulped and wondered if her face betrayed her when he released her suddenly and stepped backward. "You didn't sleep with it did you?" She stared back at him blankly. He blanched and cold eyes met hers as he stepped towards her. "You leave and turn into a whore, Bella?" He spat the word so violently that if he had spit it would've splattered across her face.

She didn't have time to even flinch before a cold hand slapped her, sending her flying into the floor. Her whole body shuttered and ached as she dropped to the hardwood, tears dropping silently across her burning cheek. She remembered–he always hurt her just enough to break her, but never enough to kill her.

If this was it, she didn't want to be broken; she already was. She wanted the sweet release of death that had caressed her soul not so long ago.

Her head spun around, as she gripped the side of the chair, pulling herself up to face him. She wiped the blood from her nose on her hand and stared at him. "Oh, I slept with him alright. More than once. Jacob not only loves better than you, but I am pretty sure he is better in bed than you would–" Her words were cut off as she flung across the living room, slamming into the couch.

Her head cracked against the sofa as she gasped, trying to suck air into her lungs. A chuckle broke her lips as he strode over to her. She couldn't talk, and her breath came out raspy as she turned, coughing against the floor. White blurred around her vision and she smiled into the floor.

Death was knocking at the door.

He flipped her, his hands hard and cold as he held her there; stone fingers pressing her into the cold wood. She always thought that Death was an angel, but staring into his eyes she questioned how she had fallen for somebody so evil. Death had been in front of her the entire time, chasing after her when she thought that she had evaded it. It had a human form, with eyes golden set against too-pale skin.

She felt her heartbeat slowing down and she went to turn the handle before her eyes flew open. "I just need a taste, Bella." He was leaning towards her, and she stifled a scream–she didn't have enough air in her to protest. Shaking beneath him she tried uselessly to wriggle against his restraints before she was shaking. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she seized momentarily.

All she heard was the shattering of glass before the waves lapping at her consciousness pulled her under. Everything was white.