A/N: Once again- I'M NOT DEAD!!!! This week has been really busy, but I finally get to update! Thanks to everyone who reviewed- I love the feedback. I would also like to know if you want me to write a third story or not, because I'll have to start planning if you do. The next chapter may take a bit to get up, because I'm having difficulties figuring out how I'm going to proceed. I know where I want to go- it's the getting there that I'm having troubles with. Please be patient with me and enjoy:

Eleven. Stupid Girl

I should've know the moment I gave Edward my "Hypothetical" situation, that he would watch me even closer than he ever had. Still- I had needed to tell someone, even if I wasn't technically telling him.

God- how dumb could I have been? Telling Edward of all the people in my family? I really should have gone to Emmett- Emmett never tells anyone what I tell him. Jasper would tell Alice who would tell Edward, Rose… well, Rose would have told me right out that I was an idiot, then told Edward what I was planning- and in a less subtle way than Alice, too.

Yes, I really should have told Emmett.

"What are you thinking about?" Edward asked, startling me by laying across the couch I was sitting on so that his head was in my lap.

"Not much," I replied, running my fingers through his hair.

"You don't have anymore… hypothetical situations to tell me about?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly with suspicion.

"Nope," I replied with false brightness. "But if I do- you'll be the first I tell!"

Right after Emmett and Jasper and Alice and Rosalie, and probably Carlisle and Esme, I thought darkly, happy that he was unable to read my mind.

"You promised, remember," Edward murmured softly, sitting up and cupping my face in his hand.

"I did," I agreed, fighting down the burst of pain that his words brought. I hated that I would have to break my promise to him…

But I couldn't let Andrew rot- not when I could do something about it.

Tiazza was right- I really am too nice.

Edward stared down at me, searching my eyes.

"You won't break that promise, will you?" he demanded softly. "Because Alice will See it."

I almost rolled my eyes at that comment. I had realized upon deciding to make a miracle that I couldn't risk Alice having a vision and had blocked her power- but Edward didn't need to know that.

Instead, I stared up at him silently. It would be so easy to tell him the truth. To tell him everything. No lies, no deceit- just the truth. I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore… it would be so easy.

"No," I replied, cursing myself. "I won't break that promise."

"Thank God," he breathed.

And for the first time since I had met him, not even Edward's presence could lift the feeling of doom that settled upon me.

It just made me want to cry.

"What do you want to do?" Rosalie asked me brightly as I sat next to her on the couch in the living area. Carlisle had dragged Edward off to talk to Aro and the others. Edward, after putting up a fight, had finally given in- if someone watched me.

Rose has happily taken the job.

"So- are you going to tell me why my brother thinks you need a baby-sitter?" she asked me brightly.

"He doesn't want me to do something stupid," I replied.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Not particularly, no," I rested my head back on the couch and stared at the roof.

"Well then… is there anything you want to do?"

No I thought. But there is something I have to do- and it involves getting away from you.

"Let's go to the gardens," I suggested, thinking of their maze-like set-up. It would be easy to get away from Rose there.

"Okay," she agreed. "I haven't seen them yet. Are they nice?"

"Very," I replied. "Lots of bright colors and fountains."

Rosalie glanced at me suspiciously at these words. I grinned back at her and shrugged. This seemed to alleviate some of the suspicion and she let me lead the way to the gardens.

"Let's look back there," I said, pointing further into the garden- a place I knew was particularly confusing, even for a vampire. If I wanted any chance of losing Rosalie, we'd have to go back there.

"Okay," she agreed.

I stepped back to let her take the lead, and, to my relief, she did. If I was behind her, I could slip off easily. She wouldn't notice what had happened until it was too late.

And she didn't.

I imagine I was already to the dungeon before Rose realized that she had been tricked. I felt guilty- intensely so- but what could I do? I was determined to do this, and to do it, I had to trick my sister.

Not that it would matter- in the end, I would be dead.

I reached the dungeon and pulled on the door.

It was unlocked.

"Thank-you," I murmured to whatever God was listening- I was worried I would have to attempt to pick the lock. I quickly slipped through the door and began down the steps.

Then I heard it.

"Arrrrrooooooooooooooooo!"

Jane and Alec were visiting their prisoner.

"Dammit!" I muttered darkly- this had not been part of the plan. I had to get this over and done with now, before Rose or, even worse, Edward found me. I began to move back up the steps, when Jane and Alec began speaking.

"I think he's had enough- for today," said Alec.

"Can't we continue just a little bit longer?" I could hear the pout in Jane's voice.

"Maybe next time- the Master doesn't want the puppy broken yet."

"Fine."

I heard the door to the dungeon open and close, then the soft tap of Jane and Alec coming up the steps.

Crap!!

I looked around wildly for someplace to hide, nearly giving up hope when there didn't appear to be anywhere.

Then I saw the niche in the wall.

It was a tight fit, but I managed to squeeze in right before Jane and Alec appeared.

"Do you smell something?" Jane asked suddenly, her head perking up.

"Not really," replied Alec, sniffing the air. "That werewolf reeks too much. Why?"

"I could have sworn I smelled freesia…" she took a couple of sniffs. "Maybe I was wrong though- I can't anymore."

"Maybe you're just imagining things to try and get rid of the mutt's stench," snickered Alec. Jane giggled as well.

"Maybe."

They continued walking. I held my breath and held perfectly still as they walked by my position- I was positive they would notice me.

They didn't.

"Let's go and tell the Master how we did today," Jane said, as they shut the door behind them and locked it with an audible click.

I stayed hidden for a few more moments- terrified they would come back, but they didn't, and I slowly slid out of my hiding spot and continued warily down the steps. After a few moments, I came to the dungeon door. I stood there for a second and sniffed the air- searching for the stench that Jane and Alec had been talking about.

There was a strong scent of blood- an odd blood that didn't appeal to me- and another scent I couldn't quite place, but, while it irritated my nose a bit, it wasn't as bad as Jane and Alec had made it seem.

"Andrew?" I hissed. "Andrew- are you there?"

"Who is it?" I heard his gruff voice growl.

"It's Bella," I replied.

"Bel- what are you doing here? I know for a fact that Tia told you not to come back!" he growled, then I heard him groan in pain. He must have moved too fast or something.

"I'm here to get you out," I replied.

"No you're not," he replied immediately.

"Huh?" was my intelligent reply.

"You're not getting me out," Andrew explained. "I won't let you- you'll be signing your own death warrant."

"Look Andrew, I can't let you be a prisoner just because you fell in love with the wrong woman- that's not fair."

"Life rarely is. Go away Bella. Go back to your boyfriend, and let him take you back to your home. Forget about me- you can't help me. I'm beyond help, I'm resigned to that fact."

"I won't just forget about you!" I shot back angrily. "If I did leave, I would feel guilty until the end of my existence!"

"You have forever- you'll get over it."

"I'm not leaving, Andrew. Now, do you know how to pick locks?"

"Yes… what does that have to do with anything?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Well," I began. "Obviously I don't, which means that you'll have to tell me how to do it."

"I refuse to," Andrew replied angrily. "I won't let you help me- Tia would never forgive me. Neither would your boyfriend- not that I really care about him."

"You don't know Edward so that's a moot point," I sighed again. "Besides, I doubt Tia will really care how you escape as long as you're alive."

"She likes you, Bella. She doesn't want to see you dead."

"She probably doesn't want to see you dead, either. I'm much more stubborn than you are, Andrew. If it weren't for my other gift, I'd say that was what I brought from my human life. I won't give up, so you probably should."

There was silence on the other side of the door for a long while, then Andrew gave a heavy sigh. It was resigned.

"Do you have a bobby pin?" he asked.

"Yeah- just give me a second," I pulled the pin out of my hair. "Okay- now what?"

Andrew explained to me step-by-step how to insert the pin and twist it to release the lock. It took me four tries, but the door finally swung open, allowing me to enter the dungeon.

I stepped through the door way nervously, unsure of what I would see.

One wall was lined with cells with heavy metal bars.

The other side was covered with sharp instruments- some with blood still caked on them- used for torture. I had to look away- the sight made me slightly nauseous, if that was possible for vampires.

Instead I turned my eyes to the dungeon's only inhabitant.

He sat against the far wall of the cell closest to the door. His clothes were tattered rags that hung to a body much too thin for its enormous height. I couldn't tell what color his hair was- it was full of too much dirt and blood. He had a scraggly beard, and most of his visible skin was blue or black. That little that was left uninjured was a washed out white- skin that hadn't seen the sun in a long time.

His eyes were what really caught my attention though.

Despite the torture and pain Andrew had been through, his eyes showed that, despite their best efforts, the Volturi hadn't yet managed to break him. They were a brilliant emerald that sparkled with a life that was at odds with the rest of his appearance.

"Not what you were expecting?" he asked softly.

"I wasn't sure what I was expecting," I replied, quickly using my bobby pin to unlock the padlock on his cell. "Can you walk?"

"Yes," he replied. "Werewolves heal fast- I'm already much better than I was five minutes ago."

"Good," I replied, finishing unlocking the padlock. "Or else all this effort would have been wasted," I swung the cell door open.

Andrew got up, showing no sign of his pain except and slight stiffness in his movements and the smallest of winces at his movement. He walked towards the open door of the cell slowly- almost as if he were afraid it was some sort of trick. When he finally walked out and stood next to me, his expression was almost awed.

"I'm free," he said, clearly shocked. A smile lit his features, and I could see what Tiazza had found so irresistible about him. Despite the bruises and grime, the ragged clothes and the unshaved face, Andrew was a handsome man when he smiled. He had a natural, rugged appeal to him- one that not even my beloved Edward could pull off.

"You're free," I agreed, unable to return his smile.

I had freed him only to put myself in his chains.

"Come with me," he told me, grasping my hand. "We'll get Tiazza and run. When it's safe, I'll help you get back to your Edward."

"I can't do that, Andrew," I replied. "I wish I could."

"Why can't you?"

"Because, if I run, Aro will use the Cullens to bring me back. I can't let that happen- I won't put my family in danger because of my actions."

"They'll kill you."

"It's not such a high price to save everyone else," I told him sadly. "One life saves yours, Tia's, and my family's. But we're not done yet- we still have to get you out of here."

"How do you plan on doing that?" Andrew asked. "I can hardly just walk out of here."

"No, you can't," I agreed. "And I'm not sure how we'll get around it- I'm kind of working on impulse here."

"Has anyone ever told you your impulses are going to get you killed?"

I spun around to face the door- where a silhouette had just appeared.