Hi guys...so been a while I know. Sorry. I've re-written this chapter so many times that now I've finished this one I'm still not 100% happy with it. Its not beta'd and there will be mistakes which I apologise for. I'm still working and learning on my writing skills, it's something of mine that will always need work.

Please let me know your thoughts on this chapter.

I wanted to really capture Bella's mental state. Jumping from emotion to emotion in this sort of situation. This is a slow story, character building and relationship building will be happen but they need time to develop especially under these circumstances.

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Thank you for reading and staying with me, hope you like this chapter and constructive feedback is appreciated but please be kind. Enjoy.

I never had a chance was right.

After another hour they had filled me in on practically everything. I was beyond overwhelmed.

They had been following me since I landed. They had been out running, sticking to the tree's which is how they got around when they needed to in the sunlight, when Jasper had caught my scent and lost his shit, eloquently put by Peter. They followed me all the way back to Charlies and had been camped in the trees surrounding the house since.

I was right the eyes were them. It was all them. Every weird thing that happened to me since being here was them. I really am a danger magnet.

Not only had they filled me in on that, they had filled me in on the rest of the vampy facts and I'd even had some demonstrations.

Super sight, super hearing, their whole demeanour attractive and alluring to humans. Sparkly ass in skin in sunlight, which i will store for later mocking. Vulturi and why they couldnt just leave me to live the rest of my boring life now.

Plus the mate thing, where do I even begin?

Its animalistic but spiritual and destiny, honestly you would think they had been watching too many chick flicks, which their plan at the diner supports my theory on that.

They wanted a 'chance' meeting with me and Jasper and he would be his 'usually' charming self, woo me to an inch of my life and call me his for the rest of eternity. I

had yet to see this charming version of Jasper.

Speaking eternity, don't want that three days of absolute hellish pain, thank you very much.

I must of looked like a crazy woman. My eyes were red rimmed with tiredness and I was practically dead in my seat.

"I have to go home." I said standing. I still didn't know the exact time but it was still dark out and it wouldn't be long before it got too late for me to be able to talk my way out of this.

"No, we can't let you. I'm sorry." Jasper said standing with me and folding his arms across his chest. His chest puffed out and if I squinted just enough I could see his light pink nipples through his white t-shirt just above his folded arms.

Peter came to stand next to me mirroring my stance, head cocked, slight squint and a thoughtful look. It was like a light bulb went off when he finally realised what it was I was squinting at and grinned. I stifled my laugh which wasn't hard as it turned into a yawn.

Jasper cocked an eyebrow at us and Peter just winked at him before flopping down on the couch again. He was still cocking that stupid brow at me though and I had visions of shaving it off. If they are vampires, meant to stay the same beautiful gods for the rest of eternity, then I wonder if I did...would he be brow-less for the rest of his undead life?

Que evil smirk.

Maybe I had gone mad. I mean I thought I had been kidnapped by three gorgeous vampires. The beings of horny teenage girls wet dreams and crazy old cat lady's fantasies. It's not real life. Especially for boring old me. Stuff like this just doesn't happen to normal ordinary teenagers like me.

Yes Bella, but they aren't ordinary and are far from normal.

But I am still a teenager...

An eternity a teenager, never maturing or growing bigger boobs. Never getting old. Never having a midlife crisis, with a balding husband and two unappreciative kids who I hate but really love and know they will grow up and be good kids.

I was staring off into space now, eyes glazed over seeing a life I would never have. I don't want the balding husband but I wouldn't mind getting boobs bigger than a B. I mean I know they wasn't going to grow much bigger but women technically don't stop growing until twenty one and I still had two more years for them to disappoint me.

I looked down examining my barely there breasts and felt my eyes begin to leak.

"Did she just check her boobs out and then start crying...?" Charlotte asked from somewhere in the room. I couldn't stop now I had started though, my sniffles and soft sobs rung out in the silence.

"Yes. I think we broke her." Peter replied. I couldn't place where they were in the room now consumed with thoughts of a life I didn't want but now didn't have the option of. All I knew was if they had their way, I would never be who I wanted to be. My future practically being crushed in front of me like a trash cube.

I couldn't let this be it. Could I?

Would it be better for my mum, Charlie and Maggie if I just left, disappeared and never came back. They could live their lives without the worry of their failing daughter who didn't go to college and disappointed all of them.

My mum could carry on traveling the world. Fulfilling her dreams and not having the baggage of a failed marriage to come back to every holiday.

Charlie, he could move on with Maggie without me intruding on their life and finally get re-married. Maybe have another kid or adopt a dog or something. They could grow old drinking ice-tea or beer in my dads case in the garden enjoying the afternoon heat, watching that bird bath like I'd envisioned that first day.

But could I let them go?

Could I really give them up without a second thought and just move on with my life, with these strangers no less. These brainwashed, crazy strangers who believed they drank blood to survive.

I mean whether my imagination or not I suppose they weren't lying. They had demonstrated strength and speed no human possessed, they were definitely not human.

Denial was slowly leaving my brain as I had to accept what they were. Especially if I was going to have to work around that to escape eventually.

At some point I had stopped crying and started to tune into what was happening around me, there was fluttering noise, like a moths wings against a lamp shade and when I finally managed to pull myself together from the pity party I noticed Peter and Charlotte were gone.

Jasper stood stiff and unmoving, staring at me again. His eyebrow cocked at me when my stare met his and images of me shaving it off raced through my mind again.

I looked around the room not wanting to keep our staring contest going, not really wanting to admit to myself his intense stare was too much at that moment. Not really knowing what to do or say, I took to just picking at my nails which I'm sure he found disgusting with his microscopic eyesight. I wondered, as I flicked a bit of dirt I had dug out from under my nail somewhere into the room, if he could see exactly where it went, see that piece of miniscule dirt to me as a life-size thing.

I thought about asking him but my mouth kept firmly shut.

"Your curious..." He stated, not moving or changing his facial expression. Robot.

"Don't you find me disgusting. Your eyesight, from what you say, can pick up every little flaw" my point was made more clearly with another flick of dirt. His eyes darted to where it landed. That answered that question. "Don't you want someone like you, flawless." My voice held a strength I definitely didn't feel. I wasn't asking this because I wanted him to make me feel secure in his decision, it was the opposite in fact. I wanted him to change his mind. See how filthy and flawed I really was, see that I could never be as perfect as they were no matter what. See I wasn't meant to be like them. That I wasn't meant for him.

"No." was his only response, his voice held no emotion and his face became neutral as he stared at the same spot of nail dirt on the floor. He felt colder, more distant somehow. I guessed I had touched a nerve, or was finally getting through to him, hopefully.

"Where have the others gone?" My legs feeling tired and shaky, I turned and tucked myself into the couch, pulling my coat around me a little more, I snuggled in as it didn't look like I would be going anywhere anytime soon.

"They've gone to fake you death." Again, his face emotionless and his voice cold, he said these words like they held no meaning. Like it meant nothing. As If we were discussing the weather.

I couldn't believe it. The rage that boiled up me like lava was fierce and uncontrollable. Before I think about what I was doing I was running at him, not sure what I was going to do. Angry tears welled in my eyes and I had never felt so powerless as he gripped my shoulders before I could make contact with his hard body and held me at arms length. I swung my arms out uselessly trying to strike that stupidly perfect jawline. He dodged easily which only spurred me on more, with new found energy and more rage then I had ever felt I kicked and thrashed in his grip screaming in his face with all my might.

"Stop. Your going to hurt yourself." He ground out, juggling my flying limbs while trying to dodge my kicking feet, in the next second his arms were caged around me,
his legs tangled around mine holding me in place. How we were still standing I didnt know but him restraining me just made me even angrier.

I wiggled and struggled with all my strength but it didnt seem to make a bit of difference, eventually the tiredness overpowered me and I fell limp in his hold. His strength holding me up.

Silent tears streamed down my face and I let them fall, glaring at the wall opposite us from over his ginormous shoulder.

I could feel the bitter seed filling my gut. This man had caused all this. He took me, kidnapped me. Made me feek like I didnt have a choice, took my power, my freedom. I wanted to inflict pain on him. Wanted him to feel how I felt. My brain was rapidly ranting now, how dare he. How could he. He claims to want to spend eternity with me, care for me. Keep me from danger. There was only one danger I saw.

I would never want him, never need him. I bitterness of the situation kept growing, flowing throuh me like vines and weeds growing out from my centre.

"I'm never going to go home." It wasnt a qestion. My voice sounded small and tired but not weak. I couldnt be weak ever again while I was here. Could never let them see me vulnrable.

"No." He answered, still holding me in his steel like grip.

"Never going to be able to see my family again." Again not a question.

"No."

Even though there was no room for argument and I knew somewhere deep down he was probably right, I was going to do everything in my power to make sure he wasnt.

I wanted to hurt him, wanted him to feel even a smidgeon of how I felt. I couldnt hurt him physically but there was one thing he did want off me. One thing he would never get. One thing I could deny him and use against him.

I wiggled, squirming to face him and look into his eyes. I wanted him to see the truth in my words, the strength behind them. He allowed me to face him, his dark crimson eyes looking sternly into mine.

"I. Will. Never. Be. Yours." I punctuated each word, ground out between my clenched teeth. I stared long and hard into his eyes. Digging to see any sort of reaction in them. There was a flicker of something so quick it was gone as soon as it came and his face fell into that neutral cold expression again.

"Doesn't matte' sweat pea. You're in my world now and aint no goin' back." His voice held and edge of danger that put the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. His tone was deadly and screamed authority.

We were in a staring stand off when Peter and Charlotte came back. I dont know how long we had been like that. It felt like minutes but could have been more.

"It's done Major." Peter informed, Jasper didn't break our eye contact but nodded in response.

Those words rang out in my head over and over and over again. I was dead. Isabella Marie Swan no longer existed. My life was over. All the people I had ever loved, love would think I was gone forever.

There would be no more funny banter between any of us now, it had finally sunk into my thick dim skull that this wasnt a sick joke. This isnt an illusion. This isnt a dream. These people had forced their way into my life and irrevocably changed it. Ended it.

Hate. Pure unadulterred hate joined the bitter and anger.

I turned my hateful glare to them and as if shocked Jaspers arms dropped, untagnling himself from me he moved turning away from my heated stare. I wanted him to feel everything and let the hate, bitter and anger grow until I felt as if I was vibrating. He shook and started growling low in his throat.

"Bella..."Peter started but Charlotte grabbed his had an shook her head at him.

"Bella, hun. Let me take ya to ya room?" Charlotte asked. She slowly approached me gently putting her hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged it off roughly, turning my angry glare to her.

"My room? This isnt my home, that won't be my room. This will never be a home to me. This is my prison. You aren't my family. You are strangers. My captors.
You have all stolen my life from me." My angry words screamed out of me but the tears couldnt be held in anymore. I didnt want them to see me weak. See me cry.

Charlotte looked like I had slapped her, she moved back and Peter put his arm around her trying to comfort the hurt looking blonde.

I owed these people nothing, I didn't know them. Charlotte and Peter had treated me kinder than Jasper's coldness but had still acted along side him. They all held equal blame to me.

The room was tense, everyone silent. My silent tears still streaming down my face, Jaspers growls quietened but he still stood turned away from me. Peter and Charlotte looked between us sadly, looking uncomfortable.

"What if I had put saying goodbye to my parents on the bucket list? Did you not think I would want some sort of moment with them before I would have to disappear?" My voiced wavered with the emotions I had flowing through me.

"Do you want me to endanger their lives too? It's day one, your still ignorant to our world. I'm trying to protect them and you as much as I can, even if I I have put you in this situation to begin with. One day you may know why I brought you into this, why I couldnt control my instincts, today is not that day so hate us. Be angry, be bitter...I accept that but I can't let you do thing's that you will one day regret, that I won't be able to control. Peter and Charlotte didn't have a choice in this either. They wanted to do this right, they wanted you to join us on your terms. As did I and it will be on of my biggest regrets that I couldn't give you that." Jasper's voice was calm, collected but cold. He turned slighlty to me but I still couldnt see his face, then he was gone.

Good. Coward.

Silence stretched across the room. I looked at my feet awkwardly as Char pulled herself from Peter's arm and wandered over to me.

"Come, I'll take ya up to ya room." I nodded at this point I had nothing left to say. I was exhausted. Drained of all my energy and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Despite Jaspers words, I do blame Charlotte and Peter.

They did have a choice, they chose to come to that diner. They chose to let him come into my life. They all chose to come into my life.

They would and will always be unwelcome. I had never hated anyone before this, apart from Jess who had spread a rumour in high school that Mike Newton gave me chlamydia after he asked me to the dance instead of her. I didn't even want to go with him either and had turned him down, stupid bitch. That was a few years ago now though so I suppose I didn't still hate her...much.

Still silent I followed Charlotte through the house lost in my thoughts of hate and high school. I wasn't really paying attention until we stopped outside a dark cherry wooden door. The copper doorknob had a small intricate bumble bee sat in the middle of swirls of metal. It was beautiful. These people must have money.

It screamed expensive but homey.

I wanted to crush that beautiful bumble bee.

"You have a bathroom too, It should have everything you need but if not, please do give me a shout. I'm going to go shopping for some food for you too, is there a special request for anything?" Charlottes spoke trying to lighten the mood. I looked up into her hopeful face, her eyes searching mine.

I shook my head and turned my attention back to the doorknob that seemed to be mocking me. A happy fucking bumble bee in my nightmare. Brilliant.

"I am truely sorry Bella. It was never meant to be like this...I'll leave you to get comfortable. Peter will be downstairs if you need anything and I wont be long."

Then she was gone too.

With a deep breath I nudged the door open, it was clean and crisp with neutral shades of white, cream, grey and black. A kingsize bed sat in the middle of the room.
Simple but lovely. An urban looking bookshelf made of copper pipes was on the opposide wall with a ratty looking leather chair next to it. It was well worn with patches drained of colour. It was homey and yet looked like it came out of a magazine.

The floor was the same wood from the door and there was a matching door just adjacent to the bed. I wandered around, letting my fingers run over the walls and cool copper of the bookshelf. Big open windows overlooked the dry earth and nothing for miles, of course we were in the middle of no where. It was the first time I had been able to see the surroundings of the house, the sun was just begining to appear and let me see that nothing stretched on for miles.

Sighing, I turned a strode into the bathroom. Again, grey and white decorated the room. The white bear claw tub sat in the middle of the dark slate tiled floor, a huge shower took up the other half the room but there was no shower head. I went over and experimentally turned one of the knobs, fat beads of cold water started splashing down on me like rain from the ceiling. For sure had money.

Adjusting the temperature I slid into the shower and closed the sliding door behind me. I stripped of my soon soaked clothes and threw them into the far corner of the shower.

Honey and ginger scented products spread across the stand in the shower, I quickly lathered my body and hair in them and rinsed before stepping out. A fluffy grey towel hung from a hook on the wall and I wrapped myself in it before going to the sink and scrubbing my teeth roughly with a toothbrush that sat in a cup. The minty foam took the dry edge from my tastbuds and I immediatly felt slightly better. I just hoped this toothbrush wasnt anybody else's. Yuk.

A wooden comb lay next to the sink and dragged that through my wet hair. Finally done with grooming, I went back to the bedroom in search of clothes. I found some oversized sweats in one of the draws from a small set of wooden draws off to the side and pulled them on, tucking the giant t-shirt into the even bigger sweat pants and pulled the drawstrings as tight as i could knotting them.

Before I could get too comfortable I went over to the leather chair and used all my weight to push it up to the large wooden door leading to the hallway. It was fucking heavy. I knew it wouldn't stop them getting in so really it was pointless but it made me feel safer that I would at least hear if someone tried to get in. Experimentely I tried to open the door, it immediatly made a soft, but loud enough to wake, thud against the chair. Feeling slightly more at ease with my trap I crawled into the giant bed and stared out of the window at the rising sun.

I let my thoughts drift to the future. What I was going to do. What is going to happen. If I would ever get the chance to see my parents, complete the bucket list we agreed on. What was actually going to happen to me at the end of the next six months.

My last thought before sleep overtook me was that it didn't matter what they had planned at the end of the next six months, because I sure as shit wasnt going to hang around to find out.