The vampire that looked familiar stepped forward.

"Isaac?"

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BPOV

"Well, I think James and I should leave you two. You have a lot to catch up on." Dr. Malcolm stated with an evil smirk. He nodded his head to Isaac and exited the room.

Isaac slid towards me. He looked so different now that he was a vampire, but it was still obvious that it was my brother. -My brother... No! No, this can't be happening! - "What? You don't want your brother to be alive anymore?" - No... it's just that... I've gotten over it. I had finally pushed past the past. - "But it's your brother. You should be happy." - I've been kidnapped, taken away from my Edward and friends, strapped to a bed in the exact same position this mess started at... yea, and I should be happy.-

"Hey." He said shyly. It broke my heart in two when I heard his voice. It was still Isaac's but tainted with the smoothness of being a vampire. "I'm... I'm sorry." He looked down at his feet.

"For what?" I asked incuriously.

"For not being able to see you. To contact you. They wouldn't let me." Isaac pointed his head in the direction of where the two just left.. I scowled at Dr. Malcolm and James. "Don't be like that. They really aren't that bad. They were right. I shouldn't have contacted you. You thought I was dead. Everyone thought I was dead. It would have been better that way."

"But... we had a funeral. You casket was there... you were in there..." I looked confused, revisiting the old memories I had tried to forget. There was no point now.

"It was a closed casket. No one even knew that I wasn't in there. The last time you saw me I was ripped up, looking like I had been mauled by a bear. It was a great excuse to have it closed." He looked awed.

"You said it would have been better if everyone thought you were dead. Does that not include me?" I said tersely. I kind of wish that I never knew. I wish that I went on with my life believing that Isaac was dead. It would have been much simpler. But when has my life ever been simple?

"No. It doesn't I'm sorry to say. You know too much... they've been trying to track you down for some time now.-"

"Why?"

"Because you're the one that survived. You're the one that didn't get intoxicated like everyone else. Even I didn't do that. We'll I did. But I'm a full vampire now, so it doesn't count. You however are part vampire with hardly any side effects."

I laughed sarcastically. "Hardly is the main word there. Three days ago I wanted to bite my friend and suck her dry. I'm not the graceful little person now either. The toxins in the venom that weren't supposed to be burned have made me so clumsy that you could label me handicapped. Every now and then I get pains/burns in my neck. Every month I black out and someone usually ends up hurt. Then I can't remember what I've done. Yea. Hardly any side effects." A tear was rolling down my check. "Ugh, I need Edward." I mumbled to myself low enough that not even the new and improved Isaac could hear.

"Why are you yelling at me? I didn't do this to you. I want to help you. I... I need you. I've been dying to see you for the past few weeks. When James found out where you were I nearly jumped out of my seat. You have no idea how much I've missed you." He touched my hair and patted my hand.

I slowly pulled it away from him. But I forgot I was still strapped in.

"Ugh, can you at least get me out of these."

"Sure."

As Isaac busied himself I started talking. "Did you ever think that I had moved on I had accepted your death at last when it had been eating me away. I was happy. I had finally had found my niche. I had found a family that accepted me for who I was. They loved me though I don't know why. And I loved them back. Did you ever think about me? Think about if I had-"

Isaac cut me off. "You have been the center of every one of my thoughts since you moved away. What family? I thought you moved to Forks to be with your dad."

"He's our dad. And yes. But I found another family. And... and they'll be looking for me. They... or at least one of them would probably go to the end of the world if it meant me coming back and being safe.." I had once doubted the love of Edward. Not anymore. I know how much I mean to him and how much he means to me.

"I don't want to get on your bad side. Huh, in all these years, I have never been on your bad side. But when you find out that your dear beloved brother has risen from the dead. You immediately shoot me down. Saying that it would have been better if I remained dead." Isaac was getting angry.

"It would have been! I really wish that this never happened. I wish you were dead! I would say that I wish you would have never died but after what I've experienced I wish you were never born! You weren't supposed to be born! Your dad doesn't even know you exist. If you never happened my life would have been so much easier. I was never even supposed to be in Phoenix. You weren't even wanted."

That had hurt him. I knew I had hit him in his weak spot dead-on and it hurt.. I felt instantly guilty. I have never been so cruel in my life and of all the people to be cruel to! My brother. My brother that I loved so much and had filled my early life with peace...

"I'm... I'm so sorry Isaac. I never meant... I..."

Isaac's face crumbled. He looked so pathetic right then; I wanted to scream and shoot myself.

"Well, it doesn't matter what you want now. It's what Dr. Malcolm wants." He said in a low pained but controlled voice.

"If you'll come with me through this door?" He held out his hand towards the door in question.

"Anything you want." I could have died right then. But whatever Isaac said I would do. I realized I had no choice. Well, I did. But I couldn't do anything to upset Isaac again. I loved him. I would go through everything without hesitation or complaint as long as Isaac was with me. I was indebted to him.

I just wanted to know where the Cullen's were. I loved the Cullen's so terribly much. I hope they are all right. But I would get through whatever torture the Doc had set up for me. I didn't know that the Cullen's would soon leave my mind.

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One and a half months later.

My name is Isabella Swan. I am seventeen years old. I turn eighteen in six months. I have a brother named Isaac. Dr. Malcolm and James have made me what I am right now. But who knows if that's about to change. Dr. Malcolm and James are sort of like my surrogate parents. This is the only life I know, but I know that there is another way.. I just don't know what it is. I can't remember. I can't remember my life past about a month ago.

I repeat that several times a day. I never want to forget that I might have had a different life not long ago. My life, my world consists of three things; vampires, tests, and Isaac. I see no other way. Sleep, hunt, tests, run, research, strength, speed, Isaac, sleep, hunt, tests, walls, beds, needles, Isaac, venom, hair, sleep, hunt, Dr. Malcolm, tests, speed, run, Isaac, research, pain, pleasure, sleep, James, tests, wires, pain, venom, tests, Isaac, Toxic.

There is nothing else I knew.

One month later.

"That wasn't bad at all. Was it Isabella" James smiled at me, then looked at some papers. "We're going to look at your heart rate now. Do you need Isaac with you?"

"Yes please." I didn't need him. But I always wanted him. He was the one stable and constant thing in this place.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart monitor went on.

I closed my eyes and lay back on the cushioned medical chair.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

In the back of my mind it was familiar.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I was certain that I had heard this sound some time ago. Maybe just a little more and I would finally see.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was defiantlyclearer now. I was so close. I could almost see the memory.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Very good that should be enough." Dr. Malcolm stepped in and led me back to my bed. "You've had a long day. We need you rested for tomorrow. You seem to be doing just fine so get a good nights rest." He cut out the light.

I was so close. I had almost come up with a memory. But why did I care? I had never questioned my background before. I've always been content with just going on like this. Why the sudden urge to find my memories again?

I closed my eyes wanting to go into my normal dreamless sleep. But tonight it wasn't dreamless.

I was in a bed. Like the ones here. Only I wasn't strapped in and the room was cleaner and more... something. It was dark. I was under some knitted blanket and EKG was beeping to my left. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. That's what I remembered! This wasn't just a dream, it was a memory.

The word hospital came to mind. I didn't really know what that was but I knew that this place was called a hospital.- A hospital was a place were people who are sick go to. - It was like someone told me that. How did I get here? Am I sick? Not exactly.

A flash and I was out in the light. It hurt my eyes. I haven't been outside in... well I don't remember. The sun was covered by clouds though. I walked. Then there was a horrible sound. A horrible sight. Something was falling out of the sky and heading towards me. A horrible pain. Then I was right back in my memory of the hospital bed. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I woke up.

I had a mission now. To uncover the memories my unconscious mind remembers.

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Carlisle's POV

It's been almost three months since the last time we saw Bella. We've missed her longer than we have had her in our lives. Why did this have to happenAnd just when things started to be good. Edward... oh Edward. He has only hunted about two times and I haven't heard him breathe in so long. I haven't even seen him since two days ago. He hardly comes out of his room. We've done all we can. We went to Phoenix, Scoured every inch of that city. Ittook about two days only because the sun would come out and we would have to stop. We didn't know where to look. We eventually found the place were James had taken Bella and Isaac the first time. But it was completely empty. The room still smelled of blood and something toxic.

We were back home. We haven't given up yet. We would never stop. Nothing else mattered right now. We were all affected by this. Edward was the worst though. Jasper doesn't like to stay in the house any more because of Edward's feelings dripping down.

We've contacted Peter and Charlotte, hoping maybe they would know something. We've even talked to the Volturi. But they were no help. Edward thinks they know something but are unwilling to tell us, unwilling to let us interrupt it. That just makes us even more anxious.

We will never give up. I just hope Bella won't either.

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[A/N Ugh, this is way to deppressing. It will get better. This chapter was neccesary to see how things are.

I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I'll try and update this story as soon as I can.

Love ya'll.

-Rosalie