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Previously on Human Trafficking:

"Seriously, you don't even have to punch me unless you want to," I joked dryly. "Just mess up my hair or something. I only have a minute or two before I have to get outside of this room. You two won't be able to leave the room until we're gone. They'll know there's something wrong if you come out looking exactly like you did when we got here." They didn't do anything.

"Fine," I muttered, shaking my hair around a bit once I was finished with my now red ankles. I put the stupid heels back on and tried to stand, only to be held down by Edward's hand.

"Bella," he said quietly. His voice was calm but there was something else there. "Do you know if Victoria gives out business cards?"

Presently:

HUMAN TRAFFICKING PART 11: UNEXPECTED

BPOV

"Hoz a gyerekek," said Victoria as she came into the room, never once turning to look at the girls that were sitting on their beds treating the welts that we received from the job. Katea had been looking at my wrists and ankles, comparing them to her own. Mine were worse; I had done a good job recreating the injuries. However, when Victoria spoke her head shot up, eyes wide with a look I could only describe as shock and fear. My eyes followed her gaze until I saw people coming through the door. I swallowed back the bile that came up my throat.

Children, young children ranging from ages six to maybe fourteen, came walking into the room, their heads down, the younger ones crying while the older children looked after them and huddled them in between each other. Boys and girls.

I looked at Katea only to see she was still transfixed by the children entering the room. The other girls were looking on as well, shock evident on their faces. And then came an uprising.

"Ön beteg, sodrott Elinor!" screamed Rosalie, running at Victoria with all her might. She knocked her to the ground and began clawing at her face, Victoria trying to make a grab at Rosalie's pulled up hair. The other girls didn't try and stop her. Instead, they ran to the children and pulled them closer to our group, some trying to speak to them while others just tried to comfort. The youngest seemed more ready to take the hands of the girls. The older children were wary, eying the hands that reached for them with uncertainty.

The scuffle didn't last long. Felix had grabbed Rosalie and was holding her back tightly around the waist as she kicked and clawed, trying to get back to Victoria who was standing up shakily from her place on the floor, panting and bruised.

Victoria got closer to the struggling Rosalie until she was standing right before her, Rosalie still nearly a head above her because of the height given by Felix's hold.

"Ehhez ismét, és ön meghalt," Victoria growled at Rosalie. She lifted her hand and backhanded Rosalie across the face. Rosalie's head was tossed to the side and when it turned back, a long red gash was cut across her cheek. I hadn't noticed the thing ring on Victoria's finger.

"Elég a pokol," Rosalie whispered just before spitting directly in Victoria's face.

Hoz a gyerekek - Bring in the children.

Ön beteg, sodrott Elinor - You sick, twisted bitch!

Ehhez ismét, és ön meghalt - Do that again and you are dead.

Elég a pokol - Burn in hell.

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The night had ended badly for Rosalie. The welts across her torso were long and would be slow to heal. As I applied a topical cream to it with a towel as she began to doze, I thought of what had happened earlier in the morning.

Edward and Emmett...silly and naïve and much too young in my opinion. They had no idea what they had tried to get into, no idea what they would face if they tried to intervene with my fate. That was why I never answered Edward's curious question when I left. That was why I told them nothing more that could save me. I would not be responsible for more lives. As far as I knew, they wouldn't be part of this any longer.

The children were asleep, some taking refuge with the other girls, some sleeping in separate bunks. Many of them weren't Hungarian at all but they seemed to take comfort in the words of the girls just as well. There was one girl who spoke English within the group and she turned out to be American like me. Her head was rested on my lap, her bronze curls falling across my thigh. She was only seven years old and she couldn't even remember her name. I hadn't figured out why.

I ran my hand through her hair, curious as to how she came to this, how she had become entangled in this web. So young and having to be so brave; I wondered if she had realized how much was wrong with all of this or if her mind was blocking out everything and only focusing on those who could give her comfort.

We weren't being guarded by the men or Victoria. I shuddered; James hadn't come back to see me and I was perfectly fine with that. As far as I knew, he wouldn't be back for several more days. The longer he was away, the better it was for me.

The warehouse was quiet and cold, the metal walls sending any sounds back at us. Nearly everyone was asleep, huddled close together for warmth. The children came in equal numbers to the girls and I. The beds were crowded and only just large enough to share between one woman and one child. The older children avoided contact for the most part. There was one boy and girl, brother and sister from what I could tell, whom were connecting best with a girl named Aranka.

I didn't make any sound. The silence was startling yet soothing. The night that had passed had left me feeling deaf and tired and worried. There was just so much to worry about. My fingers curled in the hair of the girl that lay across my lap. There was so much to worry about.

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EPOV

"Emmett, stay on their tail, alright? Call me when you find their location." I flipped my phone shut and slammed it sat it back on the bar. The plastic would have cracked it I had put any more pressure on it. The doorbell rang.

"Hey Edward, let me in!" Jasper called through the door. He was the only one who actually asked for permission to enter my apartment anymore. I threw the door open to see a curious looking Jasper standing there, his head tilted to the side, her brow raised.

"What's with the anger? What'd Emmett do, break your keyboard?" I ignored him and pulled him in through the open door before slamming it shut again.

"Hey, seriously Edward, what's the problem?" He looked like he was trying to calm me down but I was too wired up. My blood was pulsing too fast beneath my skin.

"Jasper, what do you know about human trafficking?"

His curious expression disappeared into a mixture of shock, disgust, and possibly a hint of curiosity as to what I was getting to. He shook his head momentarily and then spoke.

"Not much, personally. The smuggling of humans for slave labor, sexual exploitation, or otherwise....what are you getting at Edward? Alice has been worried sick. You know she had another vision last night that she couldn't understand. She wouldn't even tell me about it. Said it was private and she wouldn't say anything."

"Jasper...I need your help. There's a situation..." He looked worried momentarily but then he grinned unconvincingly.

"You're joshing me, right? You and Emmett are playing a prank? Nice try; come on out Emmett!" He called again but I shook my head. How desperately I wished this was a joke.

"Jasper, come here," I brought him closer to the laptop that sat on my countertop. On the screen was a blown up picture of a brown haired girl, her eyes shining in rich pools of chocolate, her young, pale heart shaped face gracing a smile with full pink lips. Jasper looked at it curiously before turning back to me, obviously confused.

"That's Isabella Swan, the girl who went missing in New York a couple weeks ago. That picture was from her high school yearbook, senior year. This," I said, clicking another tab on the internet server, "is her from this morning." Jasper gasped.

The blown up picture on the screen was a photograph of a woman with long dark brown hair and equally deep chocolate brown eyes, her pale heart shaped face bruised and marked with shadows, her lower lip cut and a broken expression peering from beneath her lashes. She had been unaware of me taking the picture from my phone at the time.

"How did – what – Edward, what's going on?" he stuttered, looking aghast. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to rid myself of the headache I had taken up in the past few hours.

"Jasper...there's trafficking here in Chicago."

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James POV

There was something wrong; I could feel it on the back of my neck. I tried to ignore it best I could but it was always just there. I didn't head back to the warehouse until it around midday. Whoever was out there, watching me, was sure to be gone now. They couldn't have tracked me down.

They had brought in the new shipment of kids from Europe and Asia. We'd been getting so much good business here in Chicago and New York that Aro had decided to give us more of an edge: children. The fucking chesters that were walking around in the big cities disguised as caring fathers and brothers were really just a bunch of pedophiles waiting for their opportunity to grab a kid and take them. Well, it was no skin off my nose.

When I got inside, all I saw was the girl I was looking for, Isabella. She was sitting up on her bed, her head falling back against the metal frame as she slept. The girl in her lap was cuddling closer to her. I didn't like that. Isabella was mine.

I reached her bed as quietly as I could. The others were all asleep from what I could tell. I leaned up on her bunk and let my hand trail up her neck until it rested in her hair. As soon as my fingers tightened in the strands, her eyes shot open and she gasped.

"Time to play Isabella..."

Yes, we'd have fun.

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A/N: Sorry guys, I needed to end the chapter (I know its short). I'll try and update soon but with another AP exam on Wednesday, I'm going to be cramming. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it. As you can see, Bella's fear isn't going to just go away because she had a revelation. Her body is already scared and it takes a hell of a lot to get over instincts. And I brought in a major key in human trafficking: children.

Sorry if I made any of you sick with that. Honestly, I didn't intend to but that's how this goes. I'm not leaving anything out. By the way, did you all foresee anything with this chapter? Anything? Maybe not....but you will!

Anyhoo, please review. Hope you all took something out of this chapter!

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