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I stretched, keeping my eyes closed. I was just so tired. My arms wouldn't move. I tried again, harder and harder. Nothing worked. I tried to force my eyes open, but they wouldn't move either. I was stuck. Completely. Absolutely.

"Don't try and move," a voice said, coming closer. "It'll just waste your energy." I knew that voice…but I couldn't quite place it. It was deep and he seemed to form his words very carefully.

I tried to speak but my lips were as paralysed as the rest of my body.

"Don't try and reply, it'll only waste more energy," the voice said, as though able to read my attempted movements. "Just relax, and slowly, you should regain control over your body."

I didn't want to relax. Who was this man? Why was he talking to me? Why couldn't I remember his name!?!

"Trust me," the voice continued. "Relaxing will help." Trust him? How could I trust him? Oh for the love of Pringles… WHO WAS HE?

I relaxed, despite my better judgement. It couldn't hurt, could it?

Slowly, but surely, I began to regain composure. I lifted my arm up slowly and felt it brush against a hard, leather surface. My eyes flickered open to see a large light positioned high above me. Finally, I sat up and looked around.

I was in a large open room. Test tubes were on a desk next to me containing an assortment of different colour liquids. A monitor next to me showed a record of my heart beat, strong and steady throughout.

"Feel better?" a voice asked. I spun round to face the person and saw General Burke and…and another man. He had short blonde hair and was about six feet tall. Blue eyes, well dressed, he looked as though he'd just walked off a male catwalk. He was gazing down at me with a mix of interest and something else. Something that looked a lot like fatherly concern.

"Hello," I said, frowning at him.

"Bella," General Burke stepped forward. It was his voice that I'd heard earlier. "Welcome back."

"Back?" I frowned harder. Back to what?

"Back to life, of course!" the blonde man enthused.

"Back to life…but I haven't been dead…" I began. Then it dawned on me. The tiredness, the jabs…everything.

"Indeed," the blonde man continued. "We're sorry we had to do this, but it was for the best." The best? What did he know about the best? And, for that matter, who was he? "I am Carlisle Cullen, founder of this college."

This was Carlisle Cullen! The man behind EVERYTHING! I stared, opened mouthed at him. It had been Eric's aim, ever since we'd first started at this school, to be the first ever pupil to meet the founder and here I was, face to face. Damn, Eric. Angela. Ryder team!

"What…what happened to the others," I asked, panicking.

"They're fine," Mr Cullen said, holding my shoulder.

"But I'm not there. I'm here. What's going on?" I asked.

"Look, a lot's happened since the injections. Come with me and I'll explain everything." I looked around at General Burke. He looked guilty and didn't quite catch my eye.

Mr Cullen led me to an office on the floor above and told me to sit down on a chair opposite him.

"Well, I suppose we'd better start from the injections," he cleared his throat quietly. "Your injections were not really for malaria and such, they were more of a cover for a small but effective drug called hasagè. This drug has the potential to render a person dead for up to 367 hours. It's a very harmful little thing if used wrongly, but if used correctly…it can be the secret to all successes."

"So you made the doctor give me the drug," I continued.

"Exactly! That was my plan," he smiled warmly at me.

"Your plan?" I asked, staring up at him like he was mad. "To make it look as though I was dead! To make everyone think I was dead! What kind of person are you?" I scoffed.

"A very clever one," he said simply. I stared up at him. Who did he think he was? "My plan was for you to transfer. To become one of the elite, and, in short, become a part, the final part of TWILIGHT TEAM!" he announced. I sat there, the grin back on my face. Was he mad? Twilight team.

"Don't tell me, there's an eclipse team too," I laughed.

"No…" he paused. "But that's not a bad idea for the future.

"Come on," I began. "An elite team?"

"Yes. We've been watching your progress for some time and believe that you would be the perfect addition to this elite team. Hence why we faked your death. To allow you to be a part of it. I think you will like them." he motioned towards the door and five people walked in.

The first one was blonde, like Mike, but much better looking. He had piercing blue eyes and amazing cheekbones.

"Hi," he said, coming up to me. "I'm Jasper."

"Bella," I said numbly.

"And I'm Alice," a small girl with spiky black hair skipped up to me and took my hands in hers. "We're going to be such friends." I laughed. Weirdly enough, I had the feeling that she was going to be right.

"Emmett!" a voice boomed and a large hand appeared in front of me. I looked up to see an enormous boy with muscles literally the size of my head, grinning manically at me. "And this is Rose!" he continued in the same loud voice.

A blonde girl stepped forward. She was amazingly pretty. They all were. And then came the last member…

"I'm Edward," a bronze haired boy stepped forward and beamed at me. I blushed.

"Hi," I said happily. This was going to be an interesting term…