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EPOV

I stared at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

Carlisle shared a glance with Esme. "He turned Bella for his own reasons. He probably wants her to join him."

I snorted. "She'd never want to be a part of this." I gestured around me to the blood-splattered tiles.

A guard hissed at me but I ignored him.

"She might not have a choice, Edward," Carlisle said softly. "When she… wakes up, she's not going to be Bella… right away. She's going to be a newborn. Aro is wonderful at persuading people to do what he wants. How else do you think he manages this?"

"Not Bella," I whispered, shaking my head. "She's different. She'll wake up and-"

"Edward," Emmett interrupted, "it doesn't matter. Even if she goes with them at first, we'll take her away."

I nodded, already making plans in my head.

Carlisle shook his head and grabbed my shoulder. "You don't understand. He considers her to be his now. He'll never let her out of his sight!"

I watched my father shake with rage and sadness. I'd never seen him like this before.

You haven't witnessed the things I have, Edward. Trust me.

His words started slowly sinking in. "What do we do?" I whispered.

I don't know. I was thinking we could request the Denali clan's help but I don't know how eager they would be to stand up against the Volturi. If they won't help us, I'll continue to appeal to Aro. We'll figure out how to take care of this, my son. Promise me you won't do anything rash.

I nodded my head but said nothing. I couldn't promise that.

Alice froze with another vision; Bella was waking up. It was short and when it was over, her eyes met mine.

Bella is going to wake up in another day. We have to leave now. We'll be back tomorrow, I promise.

"I'm waiting here," I growled.

If you want them to kill you, go right ahead. You can't help her out here, Edward.

"That's why I'm going in there!"

She shook her head at me. Just trust me. I already know how we can sneak in tomorrow. It won't be easy but I see us making it to her.

"What else do you see?" I demanded, darting over to her.

That's it. It'll get clearer soon. But we have to go.

"But we'll be back," I whispered.

"Come on, everyone," Carlisle ordered, walking out.

I looked back at the door, remembering how Bella looked the last time I saw her, broken and battered. I shuddered with guilt, ashamed of my actions.

Alice tugged on my arm and led me out.

I vowed to myself that I was going to get her out of here. She was mine and we'd be together again. Forever.

BPOV

I heard the distinct rattling of keys and stood up from the cot.

Aro walked through and watched me curiously as he shut and locked the door behind him.

"You're awake!" he cried delightedly. "I've been looking forward to this. How do you feel? Do you remember who I am?"

"Why am I still alive?" I demanded, shaking with anger and confusion. "I don't understand."

"Bella, my dear, sit down. You're shaking."

I sat and glared at him. He laughed at my expression and reached his hand out to stroke my cheek. I flinched. Then I noticed something odd; he didn't feel cold to me.

"You are dead, my sweet." Aro looked at me sympathetically and continued to stroke my cheek.

My lower lip started to tremble. "What?" I whispered.

I listened for my heartbeat. I couldn't hear one. I took in a deep breath, preparing myself for the tears to come any minute but they wouldn't. I knew I was crying; I could feel the sobs. I could even feel my eyes fog up- but no tears came. And then, as I heaved in another deep breath, I realized what had been nagging me since I woke up. I didn't need to breathe.

"Oh, my God," I whispered, closing my eyes.

"I've changed you, Bella. I couldn't watch you throw away your talents."

"My talents?" I hissed, leaping up and away from him. "My talents? What are you talking about?"

"I haven't a doubt in my mind that you're going to be a gifted addition to my beloved counsel," he said calmly.

His words registered in my mind and all I was left with inside was complete and utter shock.

"I can't possibly join the Volturi."

"Why's that?" he asked, his ruby eyes glittering with amusement.

"Where are the Cullens?" I asked anxiously, my voice rising in panic.

"They've left."

I stumbled back onto the cot. They'd left me again. This time, they left me in Aro's arms to become a monster. I wasn't sure why I was surprised.

My hands were shaking. I looked down and saw the paleness glitter in the light. I felt my face; the features that were once familiar to me felt like jagged stone. I had wanted this once, back when I was loved by Edward. Back when I was sure that I belonged to him as he belonged to me.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to be Edward's mate. More importantly, I was supposed to be with my loving family- not a coven of vicious murderers.

Now I was alone and doomed to live for eternity this way. Why was I always being left behind? Why was I so unwanted?

"Let me be your family, Bella," Aro purred, sitting beside me. "I can show you the world. I can teach you things no one else knows. Anything you want is yours."

He ran his fingers through my hair. "Let me be your guide, your friend. Dont you want to be taken care of, Bella? Don't you want to be where you're safe and wanted?"

My head hurt. It was all too much too fast. I hardly knew who I was anymore.

I looked him in the eye and took a deep breath. He was all I knew now. How would I ever make it on my own?

"What is your decision, Bella?" he asked, smiling at me.

SPOV

I sat in my dusty hotel room that was adorned with 50's style furniture, watching the news but hardly paying attention. I didn't pay attention to anything anymore.

The "Have you seen this girl?" section came up and I saw her face staring back at me. Her father was pleading with her captors to let her go, tears falling down his face. Her mother was practically a zombie; she never spoke to the press. The media outlets were covering the story diligently and I watched every second of it. Each time I saw her face, it broke me a little more. I was responsible for this.

When the fuck had I grown a conscience? When did I grow a soul?

She was a child, a mere insignificant human. So what difference did it make?

The problem was that ever since I'd handed Bella off to the notoriously violent Paul, I'd felt sick.

Being a liar and being evil were traits that came natural to those of my kind. We were taught nothing else. We existed only as guardians and servants of the Volturi. Trained to be the most vicious kinds of fighters, we never had a chance to feel anything for our victims. Our prey.

That all changed, of course, when I got the assignment to stalk and kidnap Bella Swan. The whole "pretending to be a teen" and "befriending thing" had been my idea. I watched her with Paul the first few weeks after the Cullens left, fascinated by her behavior. I told Paul I thought it would be easier to lure her away if I pretended to be her friend. I also added that it would be more cruel, just for his benefit. The truth was I just wanted to be close to her.

It sounded so ludicrous, even to my own ears, but I knew it was true. Beings of my kind never desire companionship, never feel anything. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. Why did I want to be around this stupid girl that had caused so much trouble? I knew she had to be destroyed; she knew too much. Why would I be interested in someone so incredibly naïve? So boring?

I didn't know the whys or the hows. I only knew that some indescribable force drew me to her and I couldn't resist it. She was so cute and shy when I first met her. I would sneak through her window and watch as she slept, sketching her form. I'd also draw her as she sat in class or at lunch. I told myself it was out of boredom but I couldn't be sure that was the real reason. I shared my hobbies with her, my music. She seemed so delighted that it swelled me with satisfaction, knowing someone else enjoyed what I did. Paul taunted me whenever he saw me but I ignored it and did my best to push any unpleasant feelings away. I thought up ways to be cruel to her, trying to remind myself of the real reason I was in her company. I kept telling myself she was a passing amusement and that I enjoyed her company only because of the thrill of the chase. I was lying.

Ever since I'd left her, I couldn't stop thinking about her. The feelings I suppressed during that time overtook me and nearly suffocated me with their intensity. The bottom line was that I liked Bella Swan. She wasn't like everyone else- she was so incredibly innocent, selfless and accepting. Quite a rare commodity for such a selfish species. I could understand why Edward threw the rule book out the window and pursued a relationship with her. I didn't like her that way, but I could understand the desire to be close to her.

Paul flew into the hotel room, disturbing my thoughts. He was grinning and practically jumping up and down like a little girl.

"They promoted us! They loved our work, especially yours. They appreciated your evil twist." He winked at me. "She really liked you there for a bit, Shane. Gotta hand it to ya! You were right all along."

"Have they taken care of her yet?" I asked nonchalantly. I was dying inside.

Paul shrugged, adjusting his hair in the mirror. "Who cares?" He spun around, his entire face brightening with mischief. "Hey, you want to go out tonight and get some girls to come back here?"

"That's the last thing I want to do," I groaned.

"Look, we can kill them when we're done and-"

"No!"

He shook his head at me. "You're such a prude."

"Please don't kill anyone tonight," I said.

"Why not?" Paul's face was twisted with confusion.

I shrugged. "It's no big deal to me but I'd just prefer to go under the radar until we get out of the area."

He rolled his eyes at me and plopped down on the sofa. Sighing, he grabbed the remote out of my hand. "You're such a prude."

I shook my head.

"What's the point of being an evil monster if you're not evil?" he joked, laughing his head off.

"You're a moron," I growled.

"Whatever," he said, lifting his hands up in mock submission. "Whatever you say, dearest." He chuckled some more to himself. "Well, I'm putting on some porn, at least."

I moaned and stood. "I'll be out on the balcony."

"You're getting soft, Shane!" he called out just before I slammed the door.