A/N: All right everyone my RL (real life) has taken precedence over my story, as it should be, so I will only have time to update once a week. This will possibly help make the chapters longer. Looks like I will update on Thursdays. Thanks everyone!

I hope this chapter is not too confusing. I will be using their cover up names in place of Edward and Bella. Please let me know if it is confusing and you don't like it.

Chapter 14 Illumination

∞Bella/Izzy∞

Irritated, frustrated, elated, confused, scared, giddy, anxious, frightened and downright angry. I couldn't help but feel them all and it made me want to jump off of this stupid plane. I wanted to stop all these emotions that were blinking as bright as the Vegas lights that I was peering down from the plane. The first time I come to Vegas and it has to be under these circumstances. Hmm! Maybe Edward and I could get married while we are here. What? Wait. What am I thinking that's not why we are here, plus it would definitely blow our cover. That's a thought though. I laughed at myself.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Edward asked pulling me out of my reverie.

"Nothing," I lied. "By the way thanks again for letting me sit by the window," I said trying to change the subject.

"No need to thank me. I have been here a lot of times for medical conferences; either with my dad or… the times I came in college, but we won't talk about that," he smiled crookedly and looked at me from the corner of his eyes; which made me have a tingling feeling. This man and the way he looks at me, I mentally rolled my eyes.

"College, huh? I bet you were quite popular with all the sorority girls."

"Um…actually I wasn't…well… they would flirt with me and stuff, but I didn't care. I was sort of a nerd and I had my head stuck in medical books."

"That explains why you are such a great doctor," I might have said a little too loudly; which made Edward's eyes widen.

"Izzy?" he pointedly reminded me of our current situation. Man, I think this is going to be harder than I thought.

"Sorry…Anthony." I smiled sheepishly and bit my lip.

Our conversation ended as we were instructed to put everything back into our compartments and buckle our seatbelts as we landed.

I couldn't help the heaviness that I was feeling that settled on my chest. Something didn't feel right, as if something terrible was going to happen, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

As Edward…all right… I got to get used to saying is cover up name. If I can't get it right in my head then I know I am going to slip when I have to say it out loud. As Anthony and I got off the plane we search for our driver that was supposed to be picking us up. We looked amongst the crowd and found a sign that read 'Anthony Masen'. The sign was covering up the face behind it. We shared a quick glance, held hands and approached the man holding the sign.

"Hello…I am Anthony Masen," he cleared his throat and spoke up. The man slowly pulled the sign down just below his eyes; as he did so I had a sudden realization wash over me. The feeling that I had on the plane was so much clearer. Those eyes, I know those eyes. Hold it together, don't freak out. I was trying my best to not have a panic attack and possibly blow our cover. I couldn't help it; my breathing started getting heavier then my stomach started to twist in knots. I had to get away, get away from him. Why did I have to be such a freaking wimp? Pull your crap together, Bel….Izzy. I started feeling the bile rise up into my throat. I was going to lose it. I looked over at Ed…Anthony and he looked at me with a concerned look.

"Izzy...Are you all right? You are turning green," he quickly glanced at the man and then back to me.

"No…um…where's the bathroom?"

The man pointed off to my left. I turned and saw the sign that said 'Restrooms'. I dropped all my bags and weaved my way in and out of the crowd making it to the toilet in time to purge all the contents in my stomach.

I don't know if I can do this.

∞Edward/Anthony∞

Something totally wasn't right. I watched as Izzy's face fell into fear, the color washed from her face, turning her paler than I have ever seen her. As she peered at the man in front of us, her breathing became erratic, while her chest was rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes widened when she looked upon me and then her face turned green. I needed to calm her down. She's going to throw up. She's needs a bathroom.

After the man in front of us pointed her in the direction I realized I was alone with him.

"Who is that? Is she all right?" he asked seeming to be quite annoyed. Think quickly.

"Oh…um…that's my fiancé, Izzy. She kind of gets motion sickness and it seems to not really affect her until we are off the plane, or boat, or basically anything that moves," I chuckled. Nice save!

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I am James. Let's just say I am Aro's Number One man," he joked.

Then it dawned on me why Bel…Izzy, get it right man, reacted the way she did. This was the man, Number One as she told us, that held her and the Newton's captive, the same man that beat her, the same man that attacked her in the woods. Rage and anger started rushing through my veins, but I knew I needed to calm down and not blow this. We hadn't been off the plane for more ten minutes and I was about to blow our cover. Get a grip. As soon as I said those words I felt a hand on my arm and was greeted by the woman I knew I loved. It was then that I realized I couldn't call her Izzy, so I opted for the next best thing besides her real name.

"Love, are you all right? Did the plane upset you?" I tried to be sly with my question, hinting at the fact I covered up her panic attack.

"You know how I am, babe, just the escalator could make me throw up," she joked. She was good. I laughed and so did James; which reminded me that he was still here. I quickly put my guard up and knew I had to protect her from this creep.

"James this is Izzy Dwyer, Izzy this is James…one of Aro's men," I introduced as she held out her hand, which I noticed was slightly trembling.

"Nice to meet you," she convincingly stated.

"The pleasure is certainly all mine," he gazed at her and pulled her hand to his mouth placing a kiss on the back of her hand. I cringed, but she surprisingly held it together giving him a fake smile as she pulled her hand slowly back to her side. This man was officially making my blood boil. Don't touch her!

After we picked up our suitcases we made it out of the airport where there was a black limousine waiting for us. Izzy and I stole quick glances at each other while the three of us sat in silence on the way to the Bellagio. We took the back way in, avoiding the strip, and unloaded our items from the trunk. The bellhop whom which took care of luggage for us quickly greeted us.

Walking into the lobby I couldn't help but watch how my Love's face lit up as she gazed at the elaborate decorated room. She was beautiful, her eyes sparkled and her face blushed; which seemed to stand out more with the contrast of her blonde hair and green eyes. I was happy to see her demeanor change since the shock of seeing James.

I gazed around and saw the room as she did. There were earth tone couches with plush pillows that made it more inviting. There was a large sunroof above that was covered in primary colored large flowers that reminded me of the umbrellas that came in cocktail drinks.

After receiving our key cards from the front desk we made our way up to the top floor heading to the Hospitality Suite. We both stopped as we entered stunned by the sight of the picturesque room.

"This is…this is awesome," Izzy laughed as she started running through the suite. "Look at this place."

"Wait, where are you going?" I laughed at her childish behavior, but found it quite endearing and fitting for her. I followed shortly, after her. I found her in the bedroom, standing in front of the enormous canopy bed.

"Oh my, look at that thing," she gasped. She gave me a look out of the corner of her eyes and pulled her mouth into a large smile that spread from ear to ear. What was she thinking? All of a sudden, she jumped onto the bed and started bouncing, making all the pillows fly off onto the floor. I couldn't help, but bust up laughing. I wanted to capture whatever happiness we were going to share together, so I swiftly jumped up on the bed and joined her. I loved being this carefree with her.

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∞Bella/Izzy∞

I couldn't get over seeing him like that. While jumping on the bed I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he looked like a little boy, so free and happy. This was a whole different side of him that I had never ever seen, which made me plunge deeper in love with him. Personally, I was happy to have him there, not only to share it with him, but I wasn't lonely and I knew he wasn't either.

We had already been informed that we should expect our hotel room to be bugged, so we were to refrain from any talk of case and it was beyond questioning that we use our cover up names at all times. To me it was so hard for me to get into that frame of mind and I was mentally slapping myself constantly.

After our fun loving, childish behavior of jumping on the bed we fell back and cuddled with each other. It was late and the exhausting events of the day finally took over and we fell asleep in each other's arms. We didn't even bother changing out of our clothes.

When I awoke the next morning I was so disoriented I had forgotten exactly where we were. My vision was so blurry, so I kept blinking. I had just realized that I hadn't removed my contacts before falling asleep the night before. This was one thing that I had not gotten into the habit of because I never had to deal with those stupid things. My vision had always been 20/20.

Anthony was still asleep so I lay there just watching his chest, rise and fall as he breathed. Even though he had a fully-grown, well-groomed, beard and mustache and dyed black hair, he still looked like my Edward. I had fallen in love with him and his name, so it was extremely hard for me to have to replace it with Anthony.

I placed a small, soft kiss on his temple and slowly climbed out of bed. Making my way over to our luggage, I pulled out my black slacks and white tank top blouse, some underwear and my toiletry bag. As I walked slowly to the bathroom I was scanning the room and just couldn't get over how beautiful everything was. It made me feel rich, even though it wasn't mine. I wasn't sure how long we were going to be here or how everything was going to be played out, but I knew I was going to enjoy all the positive things around me as much as possible. Especially, since I didn't know if I would make it out alive.

Upon walking into the bathroom I was taken aback by the enormity of it. There was a large shower encased with glass, which had two showerheads and seats made of marble. I couldn't help but think I could spend the whole day in there. The floors were ordained in Tucson style tiles and there were his and her sinks made of marble. Off to the side of the shower was a large jetted garden tub, that appeared to be too inviting, but that would have to wait for another time. Maybe tonight, I grinned.

I removed my contacts and made my way to the shower. I opted to take a quick shower, since I was anxious and excited to see the sights of Vegas. I remember my roommate, Irina, back in college that was from Vegas. She told me how it was to live here. When I had found out that she was from here I asked her, "Oh, you're from Vegas? What hotel did you live in?" Which she laughed at my question and replied, "Silly, Bella, I lived in a house. There are houses there." I was such a naïve girl; I had totally thought all the people that lived and worked there lived in a hotel. Duh!

Stepping out of the shower I pulled on a large, white Egyptian cotton towel and stood in front of the mirror. I was still having a hard time adjusting to my appearance. Every time…. Every single time I looked in the mirror it was still a shock.

I was blow drying my hair when something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I looked over to the bathroom door and saw Anthony leaning up against the doorframe watching me with a smirk on his face. I smiled back and turned off the hair dryer.

"Good morning. How long have you been standing there, babe?"

"Since you started drying your hair," he answered seductively, closing the distance between us. "I think I like you in just this towel. Plus, the way you were flipping your hair around while drying it was quite entertaining," he teased. He placed his hands on my shoulders, brushed the hair from my neck and placed light kisses down my neck. I closed my eyes and sighed at the electricity that hummed against my skin. "By the way are you okay after what happened yesterday at the airport?" he whispered softly in my ear and I nodded not wanting to lose his contact. I wanted to comfort him and let him know I truly was all right, so I turned myself around and attacked his mouth with mine as I laced my fingers through his hair. We both poured every emotion we had into that kiss as if we needed each other to know we felt the same emotions. We were both happy to have each other and more so at this time. It felt like we were there for hours, when it was probably only minutes, until I quickly pulled away gasping for air.

"Wow, Love!" He gasped.

I laughed. "Ya, I know." That's all I could manage to say while my head was still spinning. We both stood there, silent in a tight embrace while we were coming back to earth and comforting each other for the intense times to come.

Our connection was interrupted by a knock at our suite door. We gave each other a quizzical look and Anthony made it to the door with me following behind him. He opened the door slowly and it was none other than James, Number One. He was holding a black envelope.

Anxiety struck me when I looked upon his face causing chills to go up my back. I looked down at my feet and realized that I was still only in my bath towel. I snapped my head up and was met with Anthony's wide eyes looking me up and down. Then I made the biggest mistake and looked at James. He had his eyes narrowed and was licking his lips. Then I heard a low growl escape from his throat as he glared at me hungrily. It made me jump.

"OH UM Sorry I should get dressed," I said while turning on my heels and heading to the bedroom feeling mortified.

"It's okay darlin'. Come back I'd like to watch you," he shouted from the door. I was still in the earshot of the door.

"Hmrph. James I would appreciate it if you would not look at my fiancé like that. And keep your comments to yourself. What do you need James?" I heard Anthony ask seeming angry.

"Oh, here, Aro wanted you to have this. It's for tonight and bring that pretty sweet ass of a fiancé you have there," he snarled out.

"Thanks!" I heard Anthony slam the door shut and made it into the bedroom. He clearly looked upset, but I knew we just couldn't talk about it in our room.

"What's that?" I asked while he was opening a black envelope.

He was silent while he scanned the red cardstock. "It says we are invited to attend dinner with Aro as his guests of honor downstairs at Le Cirque at seven, dress formal, hmmm," he hummed while pulling his mouth into a tight smile then looked up at me to engage my reaction.

"Well, that sounds….nice?"

"Hey, why don't we get ready and go walk around? Since this is your first time in Vegas. You need to take in all the sights and experiences Vegas has to offer," he winked indicating that we should talk further outside of our suite.

We spent that day going to the Botanical Gardens in the Bellagio and walking down the strip to the M&M Factory. He had taken me there because he knew I had a love for chocolate.

We walked hand and hand stealing kisses along the way. Our conversations flowed from personal things to leaning on one another when we were to have dinner with Aro. He showed concern and anger when we talked about James and the way he was acting towards me. We tried to keep our tone low because we weren't quite sure if anyone was following us. I felt safe with him, but I knew I had to gain more self control when it came to James so that I wouldn't alarm Anthony into protecting me. I needed to get it together to protect him and not get him killed. In the end we both knew what we had to do and that was to act as best as we could. I was elated to know we could truly pull the whole girlfriend, boyfriend thing of because that part was not an act, it was sincerely real.

My mind always was thinking of Bree and wondered if she was somewhere within the same hotel. I wondered where he kept her, was she in a hotel room or a dark unclean basement; which gave me chills to think about.

I believed once we charmed our ways into Aro's life that I was going to find out exactly what was happening to her. Without a doubt, I knew at this point I would do anything in my power to save her and her family.

As we passed through the lobby, back to our suite I was lost in my own world looking at my man when I smacked right into a woman and sending us both down to the ground. We both laid there in absolute shock and silence until we both busted up laughing. I looked down at her not seeing her face, as it was covered by her blonde hair, and saw that she was a well built, good looking woman. She had long legs and a curvy body all the way up to her voluptuous breasts. Before I brought my head up, to see her face, she spoke.

"Bella?"

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