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Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her breathing was uneven. When she opened her eyes, our gazes locked. Her eyes were green around the centre.

Her heart went into overdrive, beating a mile a minute. And her eyes widened.

I had my nightmares again. But they were not nightmares but more like replays of what had actually happened to me: The death of my father at the hands of HER and HIM leaving me in the woods.

They left me feeling empty, guilty and lonely. I did not want to open my eyes, but there was a scent I just could not place. Curiosity won out and as soon as my eyes were open, the things that had happened or rather had not, came rushing back to me, while I was staring into dark, ruby red eyes.

I was not dead! Oh damn it! Why could nothing go as I planned it?

I was freaking out now. What would they do with me now? They knew I knew their secret. Would they torture me? Could I not tell them? Would I cave in?

I jumped away from the man/ vampire in front of me, making contact with something hard and cold behind me, when I was about to fall gracefully on my butt, due to the fact that I was still tangled up in the blankets, that I had been covered with.

A chuckle escaped the figure behind me and I spun around.

I saw four more vampires in the room: The two who I assumed to be Aro, who was currently holding me, and Caius, who had a smirk on his face. Then, there were two females a step behind, who smiled reassuringly or what they thought to be reassuring.

"Ah, Isabella, it is good to see you awake." The man I stood before, said. "I am Aro, and these are Caius, my brother, and his wife Athenodora, my sister, as well as Sulpicia, my wife, and behind you is Marcus, my other brother. I apologise, in case we startled you."

So I had recollected right. Aro was the black haired guy and Caius the one with very light blond, almost white, hair. They both, of course, had crimson eyes – though they were not as clear as they should be, but milky in a way - which looked especially unnerving with Caius's white hair and were currently centred on me. Their skin was papery, it did not look as hard as marble but like you could actually penetrate it. It was fascinating. They both were bigger than me, no surprise there.

When I saw Caius move a step closer it was surreal, it looked as if he was floating and not touching the ground. I took a step back in turn, involuntarily. His grin widened in answer.

"Caius, stop it! You are scaring her! Don't you realize?" The woman to his left scolded; his wife, Athenodora. She was very beautiful: Her hair was a dark blonde and went down below her chest in loose waves. She was a bit bigger than I was and so very graceful. Her form was slender and yet, at the same time curvy; definitely more beautiful than the average vampire. As was her 'sister', Sulpicia.

Caius now looked like a kid that had been caught doing something that it knew it should not. He gave me a smile and took a step back again.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess by now and I had to concentrate, in order to form a coherent sentence.

"Wait, how do you know, who I am? Why am I here? Why am I not dead? How did I get here, Where is here to begin with?"

I was looking down to escape their intense gazes. While I did so, I realized, that I was dressed in a comfortable, black PJ set with a white tank top underneath – I had no bra on!

I blushed slightly - as much as I could these days - and stared uncomfortably around the room, avoiding eye contact, while twirling the hem of the shirt, before finding my voice again: "And uhm, who.. I mean, I am wearing different clothes..."

I could not bring myself to complete the sentence.

There was a snicker. I did not know who's though.

"Ah, yes, Isabella, you see, Gianna, our secretary- she is human- told us that you might be more comfortable in appropriate clothes, so Athenodora and I changed you... I hope you don't mind...We did not mean to compromise you... We had your best interest at heart." Sulpicia's voice was soft and a tiny bit embarrassed.

Her expression altered suddenly and she spoke again in a fierce voice: "Who hurt you, Isabella?"

I felt all colour drain from my face, as her words sent me back to the day my life figuratively, ended. The day Victoria had come for me and found my father instead. I could not suppress the shivers, that shook my body, nor the pain the memories brought with them. My father broken and bleeding, yet still protective of me, Victoria smiling like only a demented person could, her words, the blood, there was blood every where...

"Bella, Isabella!" I could faintly hear someone calling me, cool arms holding me, soothing words being spoken, others that were frantic and worried. I knew I was sobbing but I had no control over my body, none what so ever. I felt my knees buckle, someone holding me up and shaking me now. There was a funny ringing tone in my head...

"Isabella, breath! Do you hear me? Focus! take a deep breath! Now!"

Hastily, I took a shuddering, deep breath, feeling the air making its way into my burning lungs.

There was a cool touch to my cheeks now, calming me a little, just enough for my vision to clear, so that I could make out a face hovering opposite mine.

"That is better, now concentrate on me. Breathe in... and out... Yes, like that. And again... in... and out..."

My head was still swirling with images of that day and then, mixed between, those of HIM leaving me.

I was silently sobbing and murmuring. "Charlie... what have I done... All my fault... How could she..."

Someone was rocking me back and forth, cooing at me sweet things of reassurance, the promise of better times, that would come. I could not answer. I felt protected in those arms. There were other hands, rubbing my back soothingly.

Slowly, I was able to calm myself down. I pushed those memories to the back of my mind, where I tried to keep them locked up.

More time had passed, when I was finally able to take in my surroundings.

I was sat on Aro's lap. He had been the one who was rocking and consoling me. In front of me the others were standing with a multitude of emotions crossing their faces. I was too battered to recognize any.

In my haze I saw the stains my tears had left on Aro' s shirt. I did not even lift my head, while apologizing: "I am so sorry for ruining your shirt. I just..."

He cut me off: "Never mind, it is quite all right. Are you feeling better now?"

He lifted my chin with his index finger to see into my eyes. I could only nod before turning away from his intense gaze.

"I am sorry. Usually that does not happen anymore. It just caught me by surprise... I did not expect it..."

"Oh Bella, Please forgive my asking! I did not know it would hurt you! I am so sorry. It is all my fault! I should not be so blunt!I just..."

Sulpicia was the picture of remorse, her eyes swimming with tears, that would never fall. She was a sweet character, that much was clear.

I got up and went to her intent on comforting her. No one deserved to feel like she did right now. I hugged her awkwardly, not knowing how she would react (and I did not really care), telling her that everything was okay now, that she needn't blame herself. She stiffened at the contact, before hugging me back, softly.

After a few seconds I pulled back and went back to the bed, sitting down. I felt exhausted.

Marcus sat down next to me. "Now, if I remember correctly, you had some questions for us?"

I was just about to answer, when my stomach chose this moment to make my hunger known.

I averted my eyes. Stupid belly!

"Isabella, are you hungry?" not awaiting an answer, Caius continued: "Heidi, get some breakfast for the human."

"Caius! How could you!" … " Oh Bella, he did not mean it like that. But you are hungry, are you not? Please forgive him?" That was Athenodora' s voice again.

"Yeah, sure..." I was perplex...

"Master, may I enter?" That was Heidi,speaking from the entrance.

"Yes, you may." Came Marcus' short answer.

Not a second later, the scent of fresh baked cinnamon rolls invaded my nose. It made me nauseous. I felt the bile rising. Just in time I threw my hands up to cover my mouth and sprang up from my seat. Heidi, in possession of her senses, pointed to a door.

I made it through the double doors, just in time to give everything I had up to the bowl. There was only bile and I hated the taste it left behind. Someone was holding my hair back, only moments later.

"Does it not smell good? What did you bring, Heidi? It made her sick, don't you see?" Marcus was enraged, that much was clear.

I was sorry for Heidi, who was stumbling over her words now:"I did not know it would.. I am sorry that it made her..."

"No, it smells really good... I am just not used to that smell... I know it sounds backwards: It smells good, but at the same time it makes me sick... I do not eat that much anymore..." Was all I was capable to throw in between retching.

Silence was my only answer.

When I looked up again, there was nothing more but a bare piece of bread and some honey. I could eat that. To drink, they had a glass of orange juice for me. I took that gratefully.

I was starved.

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