Edward POV

I snarled as I heard voices coming closer. Their thoughts came at me loud and clear. Aro had plans for Alice, Emmett and I. We had the abilities he craved for his coven. Emmett's mind was easily manipulated – he had no idea what he was doing to us. His mind was a series of orders then just blankness.

"Edward, I know you know what I'm about to say dear," his voice was soft and ancient as he spoke through the bars. Yes, I knew what he wanted to tell me.

"You're crazy Aro, I will never be a part of this twisted little dictatorship you call a coven," I hissed. His thoughts jumped back and forth. I saw old Italy, Alice, winding country roads, crosses, feedings and then he stopped. His thoughts halted on my Bella. I took a sharp intake of breath.

She was laying in blood in our meadow, I had just changed her. She was barely through her transformation without me. Aro stood over her, kneeling and stroking her air. "You see dear Edward, you don't know if I killed Bella on the spot – or if I let her live and could kill her if you refused…" his voice trailed off menacingly.

I growled deep in my throat. "So help me God, if you hurt Bella, I will bring hell down on your and your family," I snapped throwing my fists into the walls that kept me confined.

"Tsk, tsk Edward. Poor dear Bella hasn't had much an existence has she? Just imagine Jane having her way with her, Bella curled in a ball writhing in agony – just before a drawn out and crushing end. Her being ripped limb from limb and burned. You see, I have very persuasive ways." I closed my eyes. He was right; I couldn't let that happen to her.

"What if she's already dead and you're just using her as an excuse?"

His thoughts flooded me. Bella running out of the meadow and stopping at the cliffs, screaming in agony – during her transformation. Her power, it was amazing, she has an active power – unlike ours. Her pain as she screamed my name into the unyielding winds, painful balls of liquid heat erupting from her finger tips.

His thoughts stop abruptly as a dark figure stepped into the clearing where she lay. "No," I breathed. "Please, Aro. I'll do as you wish," my voice was barely a whisper as I hung my head, shamefully. I refused to let Bella get hurt because of me or my family . . . again.

Light engulfed the cell as the door ached open. Before me stood the most heart wrenching vision I'd seen in a very long time. Alice stood a few feet in front of Emmett, her eyes sunken in and her skin dirty. She had her eyes closed and did not move as I took a step forward. I raised my hand and stroked her sunken jaw line – still no reaction. I strained to hear her thoughts – but gained nothing. She was closed off to me, not counting the fuzzy buzzing sound coming from her mind. Emmett was just the same, his normal sunny demeanor erased. His shoulders sunk as he stood. However, his eyes were open – but dull and lifeless.

Rosalie stood behind him, looking less radiant. Her eyes looked at me frantically as I stepped toward her.

Please help him. Aro threatened to kill Emmett if I didn't come willingly. Please Edward, do something.

Her voice screamed in my head, causing me to jump slightly at the intrusion. For a moment I saw myself throwing myself at Aro, snapping his neck. I shook myself of the thoughts – I must protect Bella.

Alice flicked her wrist lightly. "Jasper is ready sir," she hummed to Aro. Jasper, where was he through all of this? Why was he not protecting his wife? Aro mumbled quickly to an unfamiliar companion and he disappeared into a corridor to our right.

"I'm sure you have many questions, hmm?" Aro questioned me lightly.

I nodded once, staring at Alice. "What has happened to them?" I waved my hand in front of Alice's face but her eyes remained closed. The closer I got to her, the more I saw. Her nails were worn down to the bone and dirt clung to her skin and hair – this was no where near the Alice I knew.

"We've put a – oh what should I call it – a mental leash on them," he motioned his hand and the stranger entered the room, dragging Jasper by his knees. His head bobbed up and down as he was thrown to the ground in the middle of the room. Sprawled out across the stone floor – no movement arose from him. "Ah dear Jasper – your thirst finally over came you. It took much longer than we expected, so many weeks without and blood and you all did so well," Aro looked from face to face. "How do you do it?" He was staring at me now, quizzically.

"Mind over matter," I growled – seething at the reminder of the horrible burn at the back of my throat. Jasper groaned from the ground, attempting to push himself upright.

I took a step forward to help him, but Emmett's strong arms wrapped around me. "Emmett," I hissed. "What are you doing? I need to help him," his grip was immoveable against my weak, frail body. Weeks without good drained me almost completely.

A shrouded figure stepped forward, crouching next to the struggling Jasper. Her hair fell out of her hood and cascaded down her shoulders. The only tint I could see in the light was dark purple. She extended her hand toward Jasper, her razor sharp nails longer than any I've seen. Silently, she plunged it into Jasper's next, causing him to scream in agony. The girl grabbed a fist full of his golden hair and lifted his head up – never removing her poisonous nail from his neck. Her lips moved quickly as she spoke – "you will obey or you will die, you will not speak unless spoken to by myself or Aro, if you disobey your mate will be torn limb from limb in front of your very eyes," she hissed.

Jasper's fury of blood lust and fright suddenly stopped and his mind became silent as she pulled away from him. He stood up without a sound and stared soundlessly at Alice – who never opened her eyes once.

Suddenly, Alice's body jerked again. "He will not take well to the poison, you will have to rely on Bella to keep him in line," her words were dead and cut me thick. Her slender finger was pointed at me as she stared at Aro.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "You hear that Edward? You try to escape, you try anything at all – Bella will feel it." I nodded solemnly, dropping my head once again. "The same applies to you Rosalie." She nodded once, her eyes pleading with mine once again – all I could do was look away.

"Where are our parents?" I questioned, suddenly remembering.

"Don't worry about Carlisle and Esme, even your level headed father can only take so much of watching his dear wife being tortured," he smiled widely at his triumph. "The good doctor will be taking care of our corpses," he paused. "Oh speaking of," he snapped his fingers towards the shrouded figure. "Bring them in, but make sure you scratch on as they enter." The purple haired girl disappeared once again.

Moments later a small group of people filed into the room and as the last women entered the room – the cloaked girl grabbed her and swiftly gashed her wrist open with her nail. Blood poured out of the wound and all of us snarled together.

Our thirst was the worst it had ever been. Mine nearly surpassed the feeling I had when I met Bella. It burned so badly, every moment felt like sand scratched at the back of my throat. The smell hit me full force, but I pushed myself against the opposite end of the room as the screams started.

Jasper lunched at a middle aged man, sinking his teeth into his neck greedily. Alice snapped the neck of a teenager biting at his neck as blood spurted chaotically from the last few beats. Rosalie snuck up behind a couple and bit the wife's calf as Emmett – right beside her almost tore the husband's head from his neck – allowing blood to pour over his face and chest.

The screaming continued as they continued to pick off person after person. My mouth surged with extra venom as I hide my face in the wall. I curled in on myself on the ground – yelling, well screaming, to drown out the thoughts the humans were having and the thirst I was fighting.

I felt something warm against my side and turned to find a women hiding against me. Her eyes were frantic as she looked back and forth. That's when I smelled the blood full force. She cradled her bleeding wrist to her chest and shrank into the wall. Her eyes caught mine – I saw the look in her eyes as I opened my mouth widely, snarling. I reached for her, effortlessly pulling her into my grasp.

She screamed as I entangled my hand in her hair. I yanked her hardly, breaking her neck with a loud snap. Within the same moment I lunged for her open neck seizing the moment as her heart beat several more times, pushing her blood into my eager mouth. Her blood washed over my burning throat and through my body and I felt like I was so powerful. I pumped her body rapidly draining her of every ounce of blood she had before throwing her body down in front of me.

I stepped back, panting. I took in my surroundings. They were still feeding – the people had no chance. Blood was everywhere, all over each of us. All those years of waiting, resisting. I threw my head up in a howl as the realization of what a monster I was set in. I had taken her life, not knowing anything about her. I robbed her of children, a family, maybe grand children and I could've just robbed her kids of a mother. What had I done?

A twist? I think so. I was getting stuck with Bella and Jacob, so I wrote on another part of the story. Review please, tell me what you think of this chapter.