I ran down the stairs just in time to see my Edward leaning against the main hallways doorway in a manner that was just still enough to be considered easy going. I knew from his expression that something was on his mind, the way he leaned impatiently toward me as soon as I was in sight gave me a chill of unease.

"Edward what is it?" I whispered as he lead me past Charlie whose aggravated stance in the kitchen showed just how displeased he was by Edwards presence. Whatever it was that was bothering him, he wasn't saying. I kept my silence through small chat with Charlie, promising him ill be home early for dinner, but all the while watching Edward for any hint of what could possibly be wrong. When Edward opened the car door for me I got in reluctantly flashing him a face of disapproval. He flashed me an apologetic smile back as he shut the car door, and walked slowly towards the driver side. Putting the car in drive we were nearly a mile from my house before I decided it was safe enough to brooch the subject again.

"Edward please, you promised, no secrets remember?" I stared at him as his face went through a variety of emotions, before settling on defeat.

"Theirs someone in town, asking questions about us Bella" Edward said slowly, letting me process the words.

"What kind of questions?" I said nervously. If it was enough of a reason to make Edward nervous, I was already set on edge. These questions could only be directed at one thing.

"Questions that we aren't in the best position to answer, but don't worry I've sent Emmett ahead of me to check out where he's staying, hopefully when I get their we can figure out what he came here for." Edward turned into the school parking lot already littered with students, some screaming, and some crawling, on their way towards classes.

"Well what are you waiting for? Let's go, if its someone you can potentially harm your secret, I want to help." I was already buckling my seat belt when Edward turned to look at me.

"Bella you have to stay here, where I know your safe, Ill come find you after and tell you what's going on. Please do this for me just this once." He stammered as I went to protest.

"Fine, but as soon as I'm like you I won't be as easy to get rid off." I bit out unbuckling myself and getting out before he had a chance to move and do it himself.

"Oh I can imagine you'll be quite difficult" Edward chuckled. I threw him a dirty look over my shoulder and shut the car door, heading towards the mass of students entering the school. As I turned around to watch Edward pull away a pain in my ear stilled my movements and startled me. Rubbing it I started to walk to class, throwing one last look over my shoulder at where Edwards car should have been. Taking an odd interest in the motorcycle sitting nearly a yard away, a motorcycle I could have sworn I've seen somewhere before.

Just then my ear let out a scream of protest, barely clutching it I let my brief thought of recognition slide away and ran to class before I missed the bell.

Getting to class and sliding into my seat proved more difficult than originally thought, especially when clutching one hand to my pulsing ear and the other clutching my book bag now swinging aimlessly. As soon as I sat down I knew it would be a while before I would venture to get up again. Thankfully in this particular class the teacher wouldn't notice if a firework went off. Leaning my head on the desk, I briefly thought about what odd behavior it was for me to be sleeping in class. Drifting off it registered that at this particular moment in time I couldn't be bothered to care. Her mind lazily ran its course towards the dream she had been having just the other night.

Walking down the narrow corridor at night was something her and Thomas had long ago decided was a suicide mission. So many guards could catch you trying to sneak away, or worse the Headmistress could chance upon you and then you knew you were in for it. It was that same hallway she found herself walking down now, the passageways she would have preferred only inches away, but a steel clamp in the form of a hand reminded her of why she was even their in the first place. The guard still clutching her arm tightly showed no indication of slowing, especially once he had reached the door that Thomas and her had learned long ago to never venture into under any circumstances.

Their had been a time, long ago when they would have ran for this door when they were frightened, but that was before they realized the truth, and back then they were only children, still too afraid of the dark to question anyone or anything.

The guard reached the door and knocked twice before opening it and shoving her in before it had even registered in her own mind that she was in some sort of trouble. If only Thomas hadn't of been so stubborn, at least then he would have helped her hide away, or at the very least come with her.

"Isabella, my haven't you grown." Said a voice with a drawn out quality that reminded her of the way a spider would trap its prey before the kill.

"Yes, of course, and how are you headmistress, well?" being civil was something that came naturally to her after all these years, rudeness was not tolerated in these walls, and no one dared be rude to the headmistress directly.

"We've come to some sort of dilemma, I don't know how and I don't know why, but it seems someone has come to pay you a visit. Naturally this would seem odd considering it was by my own hands that you were created and under such circumstances those allowed to know of your existence were few. However, as it is he has come proving legal kinship, and under the fear of a court lawsuit we must comply with his wishes to see you." She pulled a piece of paper out of her desk and signed one it, taking time to loop her name in all the right places so that not even an dash was out of place.

"I don't understand." I stammered unwilling to look her in the eye.

She stopped what she was doing to face me with the most contempt I had ever seen directed toward me at one time. "Its simple really, you will go, you will spend time with your uncle, and then when you are their you will tell me exactly who is it that knew about you and report back here immediately, or I will make sure you never see Thomas ever again, do I make myself clear?"

I stood my ground in defiance, and nodded my head, handing the slip to me she instructed me to give it to the guard at the door, who would assist me in collecting my things.

"5 days Isabella, you have 5 days to tell me who knows about us, about what we do here. Oh and by the way we had something special built for you just in case your gifts caused any unwanted attention."

All of a sudden some sort of gun hit me from the side where a guard had obviously been standing waiting. The pain in my ear exploded as whatever it was that had been in its hold latched onto the inside of my skull and began to pulse.

Dropping to the floor I held my head in my hands long enough to see the Headmistress smile of approval.

"Oh yes I know about your gifts, and the device implanted in your ear will make it so that you may never show any large amounts of it to anyone ever again. Its simple really, the bug is designed to pull from your blood the very core of your powers, and when done continuously it will slowly pull from you your ability, until it ultimately leaves you powerless. Unfortunately this will take many years to be complete, so until then id be very careful. One wouldn't want something similarly unpleasant to end up in Thomas's skull now would they?" She waved her hand and I felt a man roughly grab my arm and lead me toward my bedroom. The guard's appointed to help me pack grabbed as much clothes as he could see and shoved them in a duffle I could only assume was for my trip. As we were heading down the hall toward the entrance I heard a shout from the other end of the hall.

"Seems your friend's just been informed of your departure, it's a shame you won't get to say goodbye." The guard who held me let go, and instructed me to walk towards the main entrance, where the man would be waiting to retrieve me.

"Couldn't I just say goodbye?" I asked

The guard shook his head and pointed one meaty finger at the doorway. As I shuffled forwards I heard more shouts and bangs, all seeming to keep in time with the pulsing of the machine still humming in my ear.

I pulled open the door, squinting just in time to make out a middleaged man standing next to a red motorcycle.