Sorry about the poll. It deleted for some reason.

Read the A.N. at the end.

(BPOV)

Throughout the night, James's words haunted me. I finally fell asleep, but I was plagued with nightmares. Most of them were about Edward being killed, or James trying to kill me. I woke up to bright sunlight streaming in from the windows.

Finally, after much internal debate, I got up from them bed and opened the door. I was shocked to see James standing right on the other side, and apparently he felt the same way. His shock was quickly replaced with a smile though as he lifted the tray he was holding towards me. It was filled with nearly every breakfast food you could think of. Fruit, toast, eggs, small boxes of cereal, bagels, and various drinks covered the tray.

"I was planning on giving you breakfast in bed, but I guess we can eat in the kitchen since you're already up." He smiled again and gestured toward the direction of the kitchen while balancing the tray with the other. I walked passed him and on to the kitchen. I was slightly confused about his behavior, especially considering the fight we had last night. After he left I had cried myself to sleep, and he wasn't there when I woke up, so I figured that he was mad at me.

I entered the kitchen and paused for a moment, surprised by it's splendor. It looked like any other kitchen except for the fact that it was huge. Like the rest of the apartment, it seemed to have a modern theme, with its silver appliances and black countertops. James set the tray down on the breakfast bar, and arranged everything on the counter.

I picked up an apple and took a tentative bite. James was watching me intensely, and it was sort of freaking me out. He had a small smile on his face, and the more I searched, the more I began to think that last night had never happened. Finally I got up my courage and asked James why he had felt the need to bring me breakfast in bed. His answer shocked me.

"I felt bad about last night," there goes my forgetting theory, I thought to myself. "I shouldn't have gotten so cross with you, and I wanted to make it up. Hence, breakfast in bed." He finished with a proud smile. I was confused and about to tell James that it was really my fault, but I reminded myself that James had kidnapped me and deserved no pity.

I finished my apple, a piece of toast, and a small Danish that I hadn't seen before. I was drinking the last of my orange juice when James finally broke the silence.

"Are you ready to leave now, or would you rather take a shower first?" James asked as he cleaned up the mess.

"Ready for what?"

"Shopping," he said with a smile on his face. I giggled quietly at his expression. If he had had black spiky hair, and was bouncing up and down, I could've renamed him Alice. He looked confused at my laughter, but I just shook my head.

"I guess I'll shower first." He showed me the bathroom, and said that everything was already in there for me before he left. I tried to relax in the feeling of the hot water, but for once it did nothing to help me. Finally I turned the water off, and was about to get out when I realized that I had forgotten something important. Clothes. I stepped out of the shower, and saw a pile of clothes waiting on the counter. I assumed that James had bought me clothes, but I was proved wrong when I moved closer to put them on. They were my clothes, but they weren't the clothes I had worn yesterday. I quickly put them on, dried my hair, and went to find James.

He was sitting in the living room, and smiled as he saw me walk in.

"You look beautiful." He was about to say something else, but he stopped when he saw my angry expression.

"What's wrong?" he asked confused.

"How did you get this?" I asked gesturing to my outfit.

"I asked Victoria if she could get you something to wear for tomorrow, and she suggested that you would feel more comfortable if you had something familiar to wear." She was wrong. How could I feel comfort knowing that a non-vegetarian vampire had been in the same place Charlie and I lived in, never mind the fact that she was in my room?

"If she even thought about hurting Charlie in any way…" I began. James hurried to stop me and explain.

"No, no. Victoria made sure that your father was gone when she got the clothes." I sighed in relief. James expression brightened as he saw my anger fade away, and he hurried to change the subject. "Are you ready to leave now?" I wasn't ready, but I knew that I needed to go. I nodded, and we headed to the elevator.

When the elevator opened to the parking garage, James disappeared. A moment later a sleek dark blue car pulled up. The car was amazing. It looked like some kind of foreign sports car, and it looked fast. James stepped out of the car with a smug smile on his face. (Please don't hate me for my lack of car knowledge.)

"Like the car?" I could only nod. He opened the door for me, revealing the dark leather interior. I got in and had barely buckled my seat belt before James was in the car and speeding off. He drove even faster than Edward, and it really scared me. He was still smiling, but when he saw my terrified expression, his smile disappeared, and he slowed down. I took a deep breath when the needle finally moved from the 165 mark to 95 mph.

"Are you okay?" he asked me cautiously. I nodded. "I'm sorry I frightened you." he said repentant.

"Just try not to kill me again please." I said still a little breathless. He nodded and turned his attention back to the road. "So where to?" I asked after I had calmed my heart down.

"I was thinking that we could just walk around New York City, and check out a few stores."

"Sounds good." I said.

We went to more than a few stores. The first couple of stores we hadn't found anything, so James said that they didn't count. When I asked him how he knew what to look for, he said that Victoria gave him a list. We were walking down one of the streets, after parking the car a little ways off, when I saw a store that I actually wanted to go into. What had caught my eye was the mannequin in the front window. It showed off an amazing jean jacket. I went inside, and found a sales clerk.

"How can I help you?" she asked politely.

"Can you tell me how much that jacket is?" I asked pointing to the jacket in the window. She smiled.

"That is one of our most recent collections, and it's quite popular. That'll be 135." My jaw dropped. 135 dollars for a jacket!

"Um… thanks for your help, but I don't think I'll get it after all." She smiled in understanding, and wished me a good day. I turned around to find James standing behind me with a confused expression.

"Why didn't you buy the jacket?"

"I didn't have enough money for it." A long with some of my clothes, Victoria had grabbed my purse and my favorite copy of Wuthering Heights. I hadn't used my purse since the night in Port Angeles, so I still had about 125 dollars in it. James confused expression changed into an amused but frustrated one.

"I could have bought it for you." He said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. I hadn't thought of that and the apartment thing was starting to gnaw at my conscious, so I asked him something I had begun to wonder about to change the subject.

"James where are you getting all of this money?" he smiled at me, but motioned with his eyes that there were too many people here. I was about to walk out of the store, but James grabbed my wrist before I could. I turned to him, and was surprised at the determined expression on his face.

"I'm buying it for you." His tone left no room for arguing, so I reluctantly said fine. James walked up to the sales clerk from before, and said that he wanted to buy the jean jacket in the window. He was smiling at her, and even from a distance, I could tell that she was dazzled. She shook her head, smiled, and then left to grab the jacket.

Five minutes later James and I were walking out of the store and back to the car. James opened my door for me, and put the bag in the back seat. It was about noon, so James suggested we talk on the way to the restaurant. He started the car and pulled into the busy street.

"Okay, so back to my question. Where are you getting all of this money?"

"Despite my appearance, I'm not actually 25 years old."

"I know about the age thing." I explained, so he could get on with the story. He smiled at me.

"Good, then I don't have to explain it. Ok so I was born sometime in the 1500's. I'm not sure, but I think the year was 1508. Since my change in 1533, I have acquired many artifacts. Plus all of the money I had then is worth a lot more now. Before now I had no use for the money, so I was just useless. When I met you though, I wanted you to live in comfort, so I sold the artifacts, and cashed in the money. I now have about 350,000,000 dollars in my account, and all of it is for the sole purpose of making you happy." I was speechless for many reasons. First of all, I couldn't believe that James was born in 1508. Secondly, the amount of money he had was ridiculous. Lastly, there was no way that I expected all of that money to be for me.

"Bella," he said cautiously when I had been silent for a few moments. After another minute I answered.

"Sorry, it's just a lot to take in," he laughed.

"The money or my age?" I laughed too.

"I guess both." I said.

"I guess we'll just have to work on that." He smiled, and turned his attention back to the road.

(EPOV)

I really wish that I didn't have to do this, but I knew that there was no other way. I opened the door, and let Charlie in. He didn't stall, but went straight to the questions.

"You said something happened to Bella. Is she okay? Where is she?" he thoughts weren't as polite as his questions. I knew something like this was going to happen. Why did I let them talk me into allowing this? I don't care if the boy is a vampire, if he hurt Bella, I'll kill him.

"Bella's been kidnapped." I said quickly, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible. He did not take the news lightly.

"What?" he yelled. "How in the world was she kidnapped? You guys are vampires, and you said you were taking care of her."

"She was kidnapped by James." Carlisle had explained the James situation with Charlie already, but his eyes only bugged out more.

"A vampire that kills humans has my daughter?" Charlie screamed. I nodded my head again. I'm going after her. He said in his mind.

"I'm sorry, but you can't do that Charlie." He looked confused for a second, until he remembered what Carlisle had told him about me.

"Stay out of my head." He almost growled at me. "I'm going after Bella, and there's no way you're going to stop me." On the contrary, it would take almost no effort to stop him, but I decided now was not the time to mention that.

"You can't go after Bella because James would know that you're coming. He'll just take Bella somewhere else, and this time we might not be able to find her." He sighed and put his head in his hands.

"Do you know where they are?" his voice sounded tired.

"New York." Charlie sucked in a deep breath, and, trying to stop himself from yelling at me again, repeated in his head that it was not my fault, no matter how much I disagreed. I explained to Charlie that we needed a story to explain why Bella was gone. After a few ideas, we finally decided that we would tell everyone that Bella had left to go back to Phoenix.

Charlie wished us luck, and got up to leave. He turned at the door.

"New York is a big place. Do you have any clue where to look?"

"He wants to eat only animals to try to win Bella over, so he'll be somewhere secluded, with a low population of people."

"Just promise me one thing Edward." I already knew what he was going to say, but I knew it would make him feel better if he said it out loud. "Promise me you'll bring her back safe." He said as he turned back to his car and left.

"I promise." And I did. I would rather die than let anything hurt Bella.

Gasp the Cullens are searching in the wrong place. SO in this chapter James became a millionaire, Bella and James started to bond, and Charlie started to think of ways to kill Edward. Oh the fun.

Something I forgot to tell you in the earlier chapter was that pictures of the apartment are on my profile, and for a limited time I will have the picture of Bella's jacket as my icon. Also I am going to have a poll that will determine the future of this story. Please vote.

Not as important, but if anyone can guess my real name, I will send them an excerpt from what I hope will be in the next chapter.

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