For those of you already reading and wondering why I re-posted the same chapter. It's not. I edited the end starting from the part where they take off their sunglasses.

Chapter 3

Anul POV

I let my sister go down the steps that led to the basement first. Slowly, following behind-it was the gentlemanly thing to do. A trait my mother admired. She said I inherited it from my father which is why I sometimes resented it. I wasn't as public with my hate of my father like my sister was, yet again I didn't want to kill him like she did.

Emily turned on the lights to the basement. The bright, fluorescent lights were what did it; awoke the Cullen's fully and let their gazes take in their surroundings. The glass room they were in that made up one corner of the basement, the padlock on the door that wouldn't hold them, the quietness of their surroundings outside of the house, the two kids that had kidnapped them in the middle of their hunting trip standing side-by-side, watching them take in their surroundings.

"Where are we." It didn't come out like a question. No, it came out as a command, a warning, a threat. And it came from the blond named Rosalie.

Rosalie. The preserver, hater of change, and not wanting anything bad to happen to her family. The vain one, who had wanted a baby she couldn't get, the one having trouble coming to terms with what she was.

"Who are you?" This was voiced as a question. The only person who would do this was the one most confused of why her powers would not work. The pixie named Alice.

Alice. Optimistic, shopping addict, and resident psychic. The one who if had met my mother, Emily, and I at a different time would have loved us immediately and tried to get our family together.

"Please answer us, we won't hurt you." A statement that was probably true to the owner of it, but most likely not true for her children. Most likely to be true for only her and her husband.

Esme. Kind-hearted, a mother, and very loving. She was the closest one out of all the Cullen's that represented what my mother used to be like. Maybe, Emily could even open up to her. You could never know.

The only Cullen's that didn't say a word were the men.

Jasper. The quiet, yet passive one. The empath, the strategist, and the general. The one that would study us most closely searching out our weak points, ready to take us down waiting on only the command to do so.

Emmett. The comedian, the talker, the warrior. He was the muscle to Jasper's strategies. The one that could get anyone to crack a smile or laugh. But, you couldn't be fooled because beneath the jokes lied an intelligent mind.

Carlisle. The leader of this family. The one that brought together and watched over each of them. A prominent father-figure for his children, the one that they all came too with their problems. The one to give out orders, the one who could give Jasper the command he waited for.

Last, but not least our father. Edward. The mind-reader, the musical genius, the first child. The one who believed he was a monster and thought that he could survive being alone and independent. The one who left and forgot our mother.

My sister and I had done our research on this family before we took them; watching them when we could. Amara, Julia, Seth, and Jacob knew we would take them. Some agreed with this more than others the only thing that they did not know was the fact that we had taken the Cullens today. They would find this out when they returned from their own hunting trip.

"Are you even listening?" Rosalie again, it seemed that while lost in my thoughts I had forgotten about where we were.

I looked at Emily next to me and nodded at her silently communicating that we would first take off our sunglasses.

We heard them stop breathing as they looked at our eyes and Emily said,

"Beautiful, aren't they."

How very true, but very wrong. Some would call our eyes beautiful, but I think the better word would be haunting. With our eyes you could see another one of Emily and I's similarities that were different. Just like she preferred to wear black and I white our eyes preferred to be black for her and white for me. I can't really describe it, it's just something that has to be seen to believe. Emily's eyes where pitch black; if a vampire looked at them they would be reminded of their once red newborn eyes. It was like looking up at the black night sky and not seeing any stars. This was the reason Emily hated looking in a mirror. My irises were white/gray surrounded by more white. Like how a blind person had milky, clouded-over eyes, but they were still shades of white. Like mine the only difference being that after looking really hard or really long at my eyes you could start to make out a green iris.

"Wh...what?" Rosalie obviously meant what was wrong with our eyes, but Emily choosing to ignore her spoke her mind.

"You are not the ones to be asking questions. We will be the ones giving permission to you to ask questions because we brought you here."

Simply saying Rosalie was mad would be a lie. She was downright furious. And then she broke the glass room she was in much faster than I had anticipated. I had at least thought it would take an hour within their waking before someone tried that.

Before she could get far though her husband Emmett held her back. Beside me Emily was tense and I thought, I might have to hold her back, too. I decided it would be better for me to speak from here on out.

"I'm sorry for my sister's rudeness what she meant to say is that while you are being held captive by us, it would be better to hold your tongue unless asked a question or personally talked too." I started then realizing I had not introduced us I continued, "Now I'm being rude, my name is Anul and my twin sister's name is Emily. Any questions?"

The Cullen's stared dumbfounded at us until Carlisle asked,

"Why did you take us?"

"We want you to do something for us." I answered.

"Why, would we help you after you kidnap us!" Alice shouted.

"Because we will kill you if you don't." Emily stated.

At this all of the Cullens tensed and I knew compromise would fly out of the window if a fight was started.

I turned to glare at Emily,

"Don't say such things so rashly."

Then I turned back to the Cullen's. Mainly facing Carlisle as I spoke my next sentence,

"I'm sorry for what my sister said, but can we finish discussing this in a calm manner. I really don't want to fight."

Carlisle remained crouched for a few more seconds then slowly relaxed, his family following suit.

"Is it true?" Alice Cullen asked looking at me, but not my eyes.

It took me a second to realize what she was getting at and when I did I could only say,

"It's complicated, but we can talk upstairs. It feels weird talking to you down here as though..."

I didn't finish my sentence because if I had the irony of it would only make them testy.

Thanks for reading.

-Jaime