I stared miserably out of the plane windows, watching as the patches of green land disappeared behind us along with fluffy white clouds. Malcolm had offered to put me to sleep several times, I declined every time. Sienna was sitting next to him, looking through my bag with curiosity. Normally, I would have cared that a vampire I hardly knew was looking through my stuff, but right now I couldn't care less. My mind was fixed solely on my daughter. Aro had practically forced me to leave her with Gianna, despite the fact that she often went for the human's veins.

"Is this you?" Sienna asked me, pulling her head out of my bag, and pulling me out of my worry – temporarily. She held up a photo from my purse. I nodded solemnly; there wasn't much vampiric difference to me, was there? "Gosh, you look nothing alike," She remarked, pulling out a mirror from her own bag. "Here, I bet you haven't even seen your reflection yet, have you?" She tossed me my driver's licence and the mirror. She was right; I couldn't find my humanity in my new image, I looked an entirely new, absolutely different, absolutely beautiful person. Not to be vain, but I topped Rosalie. You could still describe me in basically the same way, woody brown hair and pale skin, and maybe not chocolate brown eyes as much as blood red ones. I also had that motherly sort of look about me, the one Esme had. I didn't look young and free like Alice and Rosalie, and often Renee, but I didn't look old and irritable. Motherhood really does change you. That thought brought a tear to my eye, even though I couldn't shed them, as I remembered I would never get to see my daughter again. Nobody had confirmed this, but I knew it. The idea of this 'mission' wasn't just to implant ideas in my family and friend's minds, it was also so they could find out what to do with Grace. And there was nothing I could do about it. I was trapped, of course I didn't want to hurt her, no matter how late my bloodlust would kick in, but I didn't want to lose her. When I asked Aro if I could see her again in my life, he thought it sounded silly, since she wouldn't remember me and I hardly knew her. I hardly knew her! I only had her in my arms for fifteen minutes before she was whisked away, and I was sent away to deal with humans I knew. I would find her one day, even if she didn't know it was me.

Charlie was easy; he was already enchanted by Malcolm, so he welcomed us into my house with such warmth, though he didn't seem to recall who we were. With a feather touch to his head, Charlie was asleep, as though hypnotized. "Bella is with Renee, in Jacksonville. If anyone says otherwise, you pretend as though you haven't heard them and change the subject. You never argue, as wherever she is, she is perfectly safe and you have absolutely no worries about her..." Malcolm continued with his hypnotism, I couldn't listen. My eyes suddenly started watering up. "...And you don't miss her. You are pleased she took this opportunity."

"I love you, Dad," I whispered, taking my leave early. We had a black limo-car like the first time, too and I jumped in, looking at everything except the house. I waited till Sienna and Malcolm came back, they were sleuthing around my house, making sure there was nothing that would confuse Charlie's installed knowledge. It was at that moment a silver Volvo passed me by. My cold, dead heart leapt into my throat; in excitement or fear? Then I noted the number plate; all wrong. Of course it wasn't him. Plus, they would have no reason to be here. And they would have no reason to think of me, the limo was parked a few houses away. I watched the road afterward anyway; feeling paranoid and alert. Nothing. A few flashy cars passed me by, which made me decide to scrounge from the Volturi for money before deciding to leave them. I don't know where the car craze came from, but I might have to copy one of the motorists that drove by, a Porsche 911 Turbo, though I couldn't say I'd copy the colour, canary yellow was a little too ostentatious for my liking.

That effectively distracted me, before I knew it we were speeding along the motorway, on our way to Jacksonville. Planes would be quicker and easier, but Sienna really drove quickly, too quickly. I didn't even go in the house to see Renee and Phil; it would be too painful and difficult. As far as I know, they were told the same as Charlie, saving confusion. I looked up at the house, and although I didn't know it, I knew I would miss it. I was glad they didn't insist upon telling my parents I was dead, I wouldn't be able to bear that. Though Malcolm told me I would never be able to see them again anyway, so we might as well have said I was dead. I guessed he would be quite a gift for the Volturi, without him they would have had a lot more fabricating to do. And Sienna didn't really have a power, but they didn't want to lose Malcolm, seeing as they were together. When I asked her if she had a power, she just laughed, before telling me that her power was to keep Malcolm on the right tracks. I didn't realize she meant it. I often wondered what my power was –whenever I wasn't thinking of other things, Grace, the Cullens, my family, etc.- but I never thought I had one. One of my main thoughts –and wishes- was that maybe Aro was wrong, and that I was immune to the pull of blood, and it was my power, but that was wrong; bloodlust was bubbling and slowly growing. It wasn't unbearable yet, I just had to try and not think about it. Though there was no living thing nearby, except in my mother's house, and small creatures, I could feel it now, burning on my throat, tingling at my muscles. It didn't make me feel weaker, in fact it did the opposite; it invigorated me, made me feel more powerful. I felt like that now, and I revelled in the feeling, trying to forget darker, sadder thoughts.

The car door opened then, "Aw, crap! Who didn't lock the door? Siennaaa," Malcolm groaned, looking about the car.

"Wha-? Oh, shiiiiiiiii-"

"She's gone, Aro is going to flip!"

"She can't have, her scent hasn't left the car. What the-?" They looked around the inside the car, then the outside. I didn't have a clue what they were on about, but I guessed they were looking for me, which was odd, because they looked right at me a second ago. I looked down at myself; and screamed. I wasn't there. Of course, the noise drew them back into the car, where I was waving my arms, trying to get to a point where I could see myself again. "Bella?" Sienna said uncertainly.

"Help!" I gasped, still trying to find myself. I closed my eyes; it was my imagination, I could see me, of course I could see myself.

"Bella, what are you doing?!" Malcolm asked, and I slowly opened my eyes. I was still shaking my arms around, but I could see myself again. I stopped instantly, guessing they could see me too. "And how did you disappear like-" He looked at me in confusion, and then at Sienna, who was slowly and coyly smiling.

"You've got a power," She smirked.

We were back at the castle, but I was reluctant to share news of my new power with anyone else; I didn't want to be forced to stay there. Malcolm practically commanded me to go see Aro about it though, and I didn't have much choice; it wasn't a power I could use whenever, it just seemed to be when I was thirsty, and could control the energy I felt. I knew they would have got rid of Grace by now, they Aro was already calling people about her before I left. Bastard.

"Isabella, my dear!" He called as soon as I entered the room. I was right, Grace wasn't there, I couldn't smell or hear a heartbeat other than Gianna's. "How was your trip?"

"How was it for you?" I asked coldly, "Get all the things you needed to do done?" He knew what I meant, and a smirk started playing on his lips.

"Why indeed I did, dear Bella. It doesn't concern you now, though, does it?"

I raised my head, "Where is she?"

"Oh, now Bella, we can't really tell you where, you wouldn't want to hurt her now, would you? She has been adopted, and that is all you need to know."

"Can you tell me when I control my thirst?" I knew I was practically twisted around his little finger, but he had me. Knowledge like he had would give him power.

"Why? She would never know you, would you force yourself upon her? You barely connected with her, you'll get over it.

"'I'll get over it?' I'll forget about the product of my love, a child I was willing to give my life for? The daughter of my indifferent, unknowing love? Who I fed my own, human blood just to keep alive? You want me to get over her?" I was seething, furious; he couldn't expect me to get over her. Not another loved one to forget, there were too many. The energy was returning, but it wasn't quite the same as the one I felt before. It was stronger, more powerful, and it was threatening to take over.

"Just forget about it, Bella. All will soon be well. Now, I have reasons to believe you have news for me?" He said, once again cheerful and happy. I was beyond that. The power was coming in waves now, stronger, like it could almost reignite my cold, dead heart. I shut my eyes, trying to stop it from getting any stronger. It burned under my skin, behind my eyes. I grit my teeth when it became painful. "Bella?" Aro said curiously, expecting an answer. I didn't quite pass out, but near enough. I became a spectator, only I couldn't see. I could hear the screams, though. The room was on fire, whereas I wasn't, not anymore.

I was in the dark room again, I guessed it was my bedroom, if vampires needed one. My head hurt, and I had no idea what had just happened. I didn't know why I was in this room. I knew that I had lost control, and that I would never see Grace again, unless I tracked her down, and that was about it.

"Bellaaa," A voice rasped from behind the door. I froze.

"Who's that?"

The creature laughed, "It's Aro. We would like a meeting with you, if you have cooled down. We have an offer for you."