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A/N: I had originally planned to post this chapter on Sunday but for some reason the site wouldn't let me upload the chapter. It was really a pain in my ss and giving me unnecessary grief. Thank goodness it finally let me upload again.


Chapter Four


Rosalie Cullen sat up and grumbled. She was incredibly grouchy and groggy. She could remember from her human life that she had never particularly been a morning person. With one hand she wiped at her sleepy eyes, not caring that she might be smearing her make-up. With the other, she set it down on her husband's thigh and shook.

"Emmett!" she grumbled loudly, knowing that with their vampire hearing he would be able to hear her. "Get the hell up, lazy bones… We're alive…"

He grumbled and turned over.

"Emmett!" she yelled.

Jasper sat up, instantly awake and frowned at Rosalie. Her eyes widened and she instantly snatched her hand off of her brother's leg as if it were on fire. He rubbed his face with a angry sigh.

"It's me, damn it!" he grumbled.

"I can see that, now," Rosalie grumbled back, embarrassed.

Jasper rolled his eyes at the embarrassment and guilt that was coming from his sister and stood from the cobbled floor with a groan. He rubbed at his lower back and glowered at the ground. His back actually hurt from being on the floor for so long.

"Jasper? Rosalie?"

Rosalie was instantly on her feet and her eyes widened along with Jasper's. They both looked to where the voice had come from. Rosalie gasped and Jasper's eyebrows rose in concern. Sitting on her bottom, just a few feet away from them was a groaning Esme Cullen.

"Mom!" they both exclaimed and were by her side in a flash.

As Jasper helped her to her feet, Rosalie dusted her off and checked her for any injuries. Esme groaned some more and held her head in her hands.

"I haven't had a headache like this for decades," she groaned. "Where is everyone else?"

Jasper bit his lip in uncertainty as he watched and heard both his sister and mother whimper in sadness. Their feelings of despair and utter helplessness was heartbreaking. They held each other and reached out for him. He went willingly into their arms and allowed them to lean on him.

He knew exactly what they were thinking, for the same thoughts were actually running through his head also.

Were they dead?

He shook his head and willed himself to be calm, cool and collected. If not for himself, then for Rosalie and Esme. Jasper knew, deep in his heart that it was an incredibly silly question, because Alice was alive. He knew it in his very soul that his mate was alive. And he knew with just as much certainty that his brothers and father were alive as well.

"There now," he said softly, kissing them both on the top of their heads He pushed just a tiny bit of happiness to help them. "We must pull ourselves together. We will find them."

While the two female vampires took their time to get themselves together, Jasper for the first time took in his surroundings. They were in some type of town square, that was readily evident. Behind him was a fountain of sorts. Jasper could hear the gentle and calming flow of water.

The walls around the square were high and painted a soft periwinkle. What grabbed his attention were the two large doors at the other end of the square. Beside the door was a giant number.

3

Jasper frowned at it, wanting to know the reason for it. He slowly withdrew from the group hug and flashed over to it. Something to his left then caught his eye. There was a hazard blockade in front of a giant metal tube. A broken tube with copper and electrical wires sticking out of it.

After looking at it intensely for a few seconds, Jasper turned back to Rosalie and Esme. He was happy to see that they had calmed themselves down somewhat.

Rosalie, who had already smoothed out her clothing as much as she could, was fixing her hair. Esme helped her pull it back into a tight pony tail. By the looks of Esme, Rosalie must have helped her first.

He smiled and walked at a human pace toward them just to give them a few more human seconds. And something just next to Esme caught his eye.

Jasper froze and watched as a black little monster appeared out of nowhere. It crouched low to the ground and seemed to sniff at the ground before it set it's attention on the nearest living being.

Esme.

"Mom!" Jasper yelled and in a flash he was by her side.

Unfortunately, in that same flash, the little monster attached it's teeth to the back of Esme's calf. She cried out and fell to her knees. Both snarling, Jasper and Rosalie grabbed it by it's stubby black arms and ripped it away from their family matriarch.

They watched with satisfaction as the monster completely tore in half from their simultaneous pull in two opposite directions. The creature gave no indication of feeling pain as they destroyed it. It merely went up in black mist.

"Oh, my God," Rosalie whispered as she looked down at her mother. "It actually took a chunk out of her calf, Jasper!"

"Wow, I thought for a second you guys would be needing some help! But it looks like you guys got it covered! Cool!"

Rosalie and Jasper froze over their mother. In an instant they were in front of the injured Esme who was clutching at her calf in pain. They crouched low and drew their lips back to reveal their sharp and venomous teeth to the person who had surprised them at a vulnerable moment.

The person, a young woman who looked to be nineteen, raised her arms in the air in surrender.

"Hey!" she said in alarm. "I'm not gunna hurt you guys! I just wanta help you!"

Rosalie snarled. "We don't need any help!"

"Hey! What's going on down there?!"

A thin man with messy hair and a mustache walked down the steps that were behind the unknown young woman. In his hand he held a gun. The man was dressed in a very familiar police uniform. As soon as the man laid eyes on them he gasped. And then his eyes landed on the hurt Esme Cullen.

"Holy shit!" he cursed. "Esme! Are you alright!"

Both Jasper and Rosalie stared wide eyed at the man who stood before them in his Forks officer uniform.

"Chief Swan!" they both gasped.

Esme looked up at Charlie Swan, who lowered his gun and sheathed it quickly. Charlie ran forward and knelt by her side, taking a look at her wound. He looked at her face and then he turned to look at Jasper and Rosalie.

"How are you three even here?" he asked in bewilderment. "How are you even alive? You three have to be some of the first people I've seen from Earth!"

Jasper tried to ignore the puzzled emotions he was getting from Charlie and raised an eyebrow at the man.

"What do you mean?" he asked, curious and puzzled simultaneously. "The first people you've seen from Earth?"

Charlie shook his head. "Never mind that. Later."

Rosalie and Jasper watched as he picked Esme up, bridal style. The young woman, who was still standing at the foot of the steps Charlie had come down, motioned for all of them to follow her.

"Come on!" she said, "we have to get her wound healed as soon as possible. They really get nasty if you just leave them… but really, what wound doesn't, right?"

Charlie looked at Esme's calf again and grimaced. "Come on guys! Follow us! Your mom's bite doesn't look so good, I mean, it's not even bleeding! It's just a gaping wound! That's gotta be a bad sign, right?"

Rosalie and Jasper exchanged hard looks before they followed after Charlie and the girl. They had no choice. They trusted Charlie with their mother's well being, but he just didn't know.

He didn't know what they were.

He didn't know that the reason for Esme's bloodless wound was because she was already dead.

Revealing their identity was a family decision. How were they supposed to make that decision when half of their family was missing?

~*~

"Wake up!"

Edward Cullen frowned in his sleep and spooned against a hard, cold something. He could hear his sister Alice calling out to someone. If she was calling to him or someone else, he hardly cared…. A hot breath was suddenly sighed into his neck.

"My Rosie…"

His eyes suddenly sprang open and he hissed at the person who had their arms tightly encased themselves around his body. The arms wrapped even tighter around him and Edward hissed like a feral cat as he pushed his brother away from his.

"Get off of me, Emmett!" Edward growled. "I'm not your Rosie!"

"What?" Emmett asked groggily. "Rosie…?"

Edward stood from the ground and dusted himself off. He stepped over Emmett who was just sitting up, still half asleep and walked over to where Alice was standing. She was staring up at a peculiar looking score board.

Once at her side, he looked about the place. They were in some kind of square it seemed. The floor was a pale stone and there were two golden Greek statues a few dozen feet away from them. They towered over the square, and over them.

He gasped suddenly as he looked around. Emmett was being helped up to his feet by their father, Carlisle. Where was everyone else? Where was Jasper, Rosalie and his mother, Esme?

Where was Bella?

"Don't panic, Edward," Alice chirped happily, her hands clapped behind her back as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "They're perfectly fine!"

He watched as his sister tapped the side of her head before she turned back to reading the massive blue scoreboard. With just a little mental probe he was able to see his two other siblings and his mother wake up in the middle of another square. It looked different than the one he was currently standing in.

Alice's vision only got as far as when they embraced in front of a charming looking water fountain.

"What about…?" he whispered, hoping for some good news.

Alice grinned and tapped her head with her manicured finger. An image formed in her mind and he saw his Bella sleeping in what looked to be a motel bed. Edward grinned also and he sighed in relief.

"Where the fuck are we?" they both heard Emmett cry out.

They both turned and watched as their father cuffed Emmett upside the head. Their brother grinned sheepishly at Carlisle and apologized.

"But really," Emmett continued. "Where are we?"

"You gotta be kiddin' me!"

They all turned and watched as a small… thing sauntered over to them. It's lower body seemed to be that of a red haired goat and the top of it's body resembled a small, but large bellied man. It sauntered right over to Emmett and looked up at him incredulously.

"Are you tellin' me that you ain't go no idea where you're at?!" it asked him, it's voice raising.

Emmett, who looked toward his father before looking down at the half-man, half-goat, shook his head.

"No," Emmett answered honestly. "I really don't. We really don't."

Carlisle whispered to himself in awe in amazement. "He's a satyr… Great Gatsby."

The satyr spread his arms wide and gestured toward a large pair of green doors. They were just under where the two gold Greek statues stood.

"This here is the world famous Coliseum!" he announced grandly. "This is where we have the world famous games!"

"What kind of games?" Alice asked curiously.

"Battling games, of course," the satyr said instantly with a smirk. "We stick ya in the coliseum with a monster and let ya battle it out for the public's joy, baby. The names Philoctetes. You baby, can call me Phil."

Alice beamed, seemingly having no idea that Phil was flirting, while Edward and Carlisle frowned openly at the red haired satyr. Emmett bounced on the balls of his feet and clapped his hands together like a child. He joyfully looked down at Phil, the satyr and grinned.

"Count me in!" he boomed. "Where the hell do I sign up?!"

Phil frowned before he turned his back on them to saunter over to the green doors. They all had a feeling that those doors were probably the entrance to the Coliseum. Phil stopped at the doors before turning to point a finger at Emmett.

"I don't think so, kid!" Phil said disapprovingly. "The games are strictly HEROES ONLY!"

Phil pointed his finger at Edward, Alice and Carlisle. "You three, HELL NO! You three look as if a good gust would knock ya over…. And you!"

The satyr's finger was now on Emmett. "I gotta admit, kid, youse got the look of hero. But there is no doubt about it. You're too much of a … a kid on Ritalin. Call me when ya get yourself off of the short bus. I'll think about trainin' ya then."

Phil the satyr closed the door with a loud bang behind him before the three Cullen siblings and the Cullen patriarch turned to each other. They stood close to each other now and looked to each other in bafflement.

"There is no doubt about it," Carlisle said, softly. "We are most definitely in another world."

Edward and Alice nodded. Emmett still had his eyes on the green doors that Phil had disappeared behind.

"We need to find a way to get to wherever the others are," Edward said with his chin held high, waiting for someone to tell him otherwise.

Fortunately they were all on the same page.

Alice nodded again. "We already know from my vision that all of them are fine. Jasper, Rosalie, Esme and Bella. Well, except for Charlie, but I'm sure that he is. Fine, I mean. I think we should get a good grip of our surrounding first."

"I agree with you, Alice," said Carlisle, looking at his daughter approvingly. "We should all split up in twos and begin to collect as much data as we can about this world. And ask around to see if we would be able to leave this world for another."

Emmett finally turned to them and gave them a puzzled look. He turned to Edward, who looked at him curiously. Emmett's thoughts were suddenly loud and clear to him.

'Dude,' Emmett thought to himself. 'Did that goat just call me a retard?'

Edward shook his head. His lips twitched.

"I call dibs on Alice," Edward said dryly to his father.

~*~

"Rise and shine… Well, not really. Considering that you did sleep through the whole day. I don't blame you though, after what you've been through."

Bella sat up in the Inn bed and rubbed at her eyes sleepily. She looked toward Aerith, who was sitting at the small room table with another young woman. This new young woman smiled brightly at her and waved.

On the table was dinner and Bella's stomach growled loudly. Bella felt her cheeks flush and smiled, embarrassed.

"Come, Bella," Aerith said softly. "We have a seat waiting for you."

As soon as she sat at the table, her hand was being shaken by the unknown young woman.

"It's really nice to meet you, Bella," the young woman said brightly. "I am the great ninja, Yuffie!"

Bella smiled hesitantly and shook Yuffie's hand. As she began to serve herself some food, Bella couldn't help but pay attention to what the two women were saying to each other.

"He woke up just outside of Traverse Town," Yuffie was explaining to Aerith. "He was on the gummi docks. It's a good thing we found him before the Heartless did…"

"Where's Leon, anyhow?" Aerith asked suddenly, he eyes quickly glancing at the door that connected to the next room. "Is he still asleep?"

Yuffie rolled her eyes and adjusted the suspenders of her shorts. "Please. Squall went to go see Merlin after Sora met and left with Donald and Goofy."

Bella perked up at the familiar names.

"Donald and Goofy left?" she asked, surprised and a little disappointed. "When?"

"Last night," both Aerith and Yuffie answered.

Bella deflated. "Who's Sora, anyway? And Leon, Merlin?… and Squall?"

"Oh, that's right," said Aerith, who smiled softly. "I forgot that you didn't meet them. We all met Sora last night while you were asleep. He left with Donald and Goofy to go on an… important journey."

Bella nodded, though not really understanding. "Oh."

Yuffie giggled behind her hand. "Leon and Squall are actually the same person."

"Really?" Bella asked, curious and confused. "Err, why does he have two names then?"

Aerith sighed sadly while Yuffie just frowned.

"It's not really our story to tell, Bella," Aerith said softly. "All I can say is that when our world was destroyed, so was Leon's spirit… Merlin is actually a really good friend of ours from our home planet."

Standing from the table and her empty plate, Yuffie stood. She smiled at both Aerith and Bella before moving towards the door.

"I should get going," she said quietly, but with a smile. "I left the Earthling Charlie all alone at the safe house--"

Bella stood from her seat, completely knocking it over. She had startled Aerith and Yuffie who looked at her in alarm.

"Ch-Charlie?" she asked, her eyes filling with tears. "Do you mean, Charlie Swan?"

In an instant, Bella was over to her bed and was pulling off the pajamas that Aerith had lent her. She began to pull on her old clothes. Aerith had been nice enough to take her old clothes and wash them for her. After a few long minutes of getting dressed Bella begged Yuffie to take her to wherever Charlie was. And Yuffie quickly obliged.

"He's asked about seeing a girl around that might be his daughter," Yuffie said as she led Bella and Aerith out of the Inn and into the 2nd District. "He didn't give us a name or description though."

"Where is he anyway?" Bella asked, holding back her excitement as Yuffie then led them to a door that had a number 3 on it.

"He's at the safe house, Bella," Yuffie answered with a smile. "That's in the 3rd District."

As they entered the 3rd District, Bella was not all that surprised. It seemed that every district of Traverse Town had a square. She couldn't exactly see it from where they were standing, but Bella could still see the periwinkle glow from the lamps.

A wail of pain cut through the air. A woman's wail. Yuffie grabbed Bella by the elbow and pushed her gently toward a house.

"Get inside the safe house, Bella," said Yuffie with concerned frown.

"Come on, Bella," Aerith said urgently, pulling the much younger girl by the arm.

Aerith opened the door and pulled Bella into the house. She closed it behind her, before going over to a window and opening a curtain to peer out.

"Yuffie?" a familiar man's voice said from behind Bella. "I was wondering when you wou-- Bella!"

Turning in place, Bella launched herself into the arms of the man behind her. He was still wearing his police uniform and he clutched her tightly to his chest.

"I-I thought I would never see you again, Bells," Charlie whispered into her hair before he kissed on both of her cheeks.

Breathing in his familiar scent, Bella finally let go of the tears. She allowed herself to sob openly into her father's chest. They were tears of relief.

Oh, how Bella wished that were true. She was feeling guilty now. She knew she should have been crying over finally finding her father, but she wasn't.

As Charlie slowly relinquished his grip on her, Bella looked up into his tear streaked face. And she felt even more guilty. Here her father was, appropriately crying over finding his daughter….

While Bella was crying over… him.

Edward.

Another tear escaped and Charlie lovingly caressed it away from his daughter's cheek. He kissed her on the forehead and grinned down at her.

"I-uh, I think something bad is going to happen," Aerith suddenly said from her post at the window, drawing their attention to her. "Yuffie is taking too long to investigate…"

Charlie and Bella shared a look.

"Where is Yuffie?" Charlie asked.

"We heard someone scream, dad," Bella explained, hiccupping. "And Yuffie went to go see what was happening."

"I would have gone," Aerith began to explain. "But I'm no fighter. I'm just a healer."

Charlie unsheathed his gun and began to walk toward the door. Bella made to follow, but Charlie pushed her away toward Aerith's direction.

"No," he said sternly. "I'm going to go check it out. I want you to stay with this woman… I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, ma'am."

"It's Aerith. My name is Aerith."

Charlie nodded his head toward Bella. "Stay with Aerith, Bella."

Bella stomped her foot angrily. "Dad, you know I can take care of myself! You saw so right before we got sucked into that black thing --"

"Isabella!"

Bella stepped back, startled by her father's yelling voice. Never had she heard her father use that tone of voice with her or use her full name.

"I said to stay here, do you hear me, Isabella?" he asked her, his voice loud and deadly serious. "We'll talk about that incident when I get back."

Charlie slammed the door behind him. Bella hurried to the window and squeezed in beside Aerith. Charlie's voice carried through the window as he hurried down the stair to enter into the 3rd District Square. Unfortunately it was too muffled for her to make out.

Aerith and Bella stood together, arm to arm, silent at the window. They watched and waited on baited breath. Seconds passed by that felt like an eternity to Bella. She felt as if she wanted to storm out of this safe house and throw herself into the mux of what was happening in the 3rd District square.

'This is how it must be to be an immortal vampire,' Bella thought to herself wryly. 'No wonder Edward was always so broody…'

Aerith suddenly gasped and Bella let out the breath she hadn't known she had been holding. Her father came walking up the steps, talking two at a time.

He had a woman in his arms.

Bella turned to go to the door, but Aerith was already there.

"Oh, my!" Aerith breathed. "Put her over there on the sofa, Charlie! I must attend to her immediately."

As her father walked into the safe house with the woman in his arms, three other people followed in after him. She and others gasped loudly.

"Bella," Jasper gasped loudly.

Rosalie's eyes were merely widened at the sight of her. Esme made a sobbing sound as she caught a glimpse of her.

"Oh, my God," Bella breath out. "You're alive!"


A/N: Reviews and feedback would be great. Also, let me warn you guys that there will be spoiler alerts in this fic. 'Birth By Sleep' is supposedly coming out later this year in the US, but it's already out in Japan and I plan to include SOME of those spoilers in this fic.