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Sorry, this was written late at night, it was good when I wrote it, but you might discover the sloppiness of my writing at 0:30am in this chapter!

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The high-pitched buzz of the alarm brought Bella from her dream. She could not remember what it was but she knew she had been running. Running from some unknown beast that was close on her heels, it was scary, that she did remember. Edward was there, him yelling at her to get out still frightened her. His sudden mood change had startled her, and he'd yelled. The last vampire to yell at her broke her arm in two places and took almost all of her blood, after throwing her right across the room and into the wall. She had been bed ridden for a whole week before she had the strength to move again. For some reason, the Volturi had let her live, she considered herself to be very, very, lucky. Not many injured slaves rose from their beds again.

The white bedcovers flew into the air as she kicked them off and pulled herself off of the mattress. Changing from her plain black nightdress into a white shirt and a black, knee-length pencil skirt, she tamed her hair and took care of personal hygiene. The slaves were still required to be presentable, despite their low status. She liked that. It meant that in the morning Bella could brush her teeth, comb her hair and wash her face.

As she was buttering her slices of toast, she heard voices outside her door. Being a very curious person, she pressed her ear against the door and listened as best she could to what was being said. "Carlisle, I can't, she-" It was her Master. She tensed up, but continued to listen in to the conversation, all the while telling herself how wrong it was not only because she was invading their privacy, but also because if she was caught….. Bella did not let herself finish that thought.

"Edward, you can. I know you, I know you're strong enough." Carlisle's voice reassured Edward. "Go on, then." After a few seconds of silence when Bella thought about darting back to her toast just in case Edward came into the room. That probably would have been the smarter idea but she wanted to know what they were talking about. Why were they on the slaves' floor anyway? Maybe Carlisle was paying a visit, but what about Edward? Had he come to punish her for her unknown crime?

"Good luck." Carlisle's footsteps faded, but Edward remained. Or, at least, Bella guessed that he did, he could have just used his vampire speed to leave quickly and unheard. A knock on the door made her jump. Straightening her shirt, Bella opened the door to find Edward standing there biting his lip nervously. Her eyes immediately found the floor and she stepped aside to create enough space for Edward to enter.

"Can I talk to you?" He inquired, still standing in the doorway. Bella did not speak, she simply nodded and waved her hand for him to come in. He thanked her and entered the tiny room. Pausing a few steps in, he examined the room, "Is this all the space you have, Bella?" He seemed to disapprove.

"Yes, S-Sir, but it is not so bad. At least I have a bed." She replied timidly. She did not want him to get angry. She pulled the cover over the mattress and tucked it in very quickly, to give him somewhere to sit. Edward muttered something and tutted to himself before having a seat on the bed, he patted the spot next to him, her eyes widened and the shook a little as she sat down. Although Bella had her gaze trained upon her feet, she could see Edward staring at her from the corners of her eyes, once again she blushed.

The only sound in the room was Bella's breathing, Edward, obviously, was not as it would have been heard in the silence of the room. This made Bella nervous, She desperately wished he would say something. She could not be the first to speak. Many of her masters did not let her speak at all except to carry messages or unless she was being directly spoken to.

"Please, speak your mind." He said calmly, almost inquisitively. Bella had had six years trained to lock away all emotions, could they really be told from her face? How did he know she was thinking about yesterday's incident?

"Sir, ab-bout yesterday, I do ap-pologise for angering you. I beg for your f-forgiveness. I will try my b-best to please you, but, please, please do not punish me." She dared glance up at him. He had gorgeous bronze hair that, on any other would plead for a comb, seemed to sit perfectly on his head. She caught a glimpse of his dazzling smile. Was he sadistic? Did he enjoy watching her stutter in fear of him?

"Bella," He began but did not finish his sentence. "Bella,"

"Master?" She asked, wondering what he wanted.

"Bella, look at me." Reluctantly, she slowly lifted her head and then looked into his eyes. They were not a bright red like every other vampire, but they were a beautiful dark golden colour. She wondered why this was. "Stop being so scared," Bella tried but it was much easier said than done. It was hard not to be scared when the person in front of you was faster, stronger and could –and probably would- get you to cater to your every whim and desire.

"Yesterday morning," He began once more, "I should be the one who apologises." Bella had to fight not to drop her jaw. "I yelled at you, though you did nothing and now you are apologising?" He chuckled slightly at this, but it was abruptly cut off as he realised something, "Punish you?" He repeated, "Have you been punished before?"

"Yes, Master." She nodded slowly.

"How-" Edward began but he was cut off by shouting outside, he simply could not finish a sentence today. The noise outside the door was coming from his brothers who were let in by Bella.

"Hey there, Eddie." The broad one, Emmett, Bella recalled, greeted. "Carlisle says we have to go hunting tonight so you don't crack." He pulled Edward to his feet; Edward made a face at him. Bella was confused, when the vampires got hungry, they usually just drank from their slaves. Why didn't these visitors just do that, too?

"Bella, I told you, speak your mind," Edward sighed, frustrated. "And look up." Great, Bella thought, I have displeased him again. "Jasper, could you…" He trailed off. She gulped and gazed into his mysterious dark eyes once more. The curly haired one winked and gave him a thumbs-up. A wave of calm swept over Bella suddenly, she wondered where it came from but was thankful for the ability to speak without stuttering and stand without shaking.

"It's just that, Sir, when vampires get hungry, they don't usually hunt. They just drink from their slaves." Seeing Edward's strange expression, she went on to explain about the special slaves of the Volturi.

"Wow." Jasper commented, "I never knew that one."

"It's actually quite smart." Emmett said, only to be quickly reprimanded by both of his brothers, "I'm not saying that it's right, because it's definitely wrong, but it's smart. Admit it Jazz." Jasper made for the door and was quickly followed by Emmett, "Oh, there's a music room on the floor above, there's a piano, meet you there in ten!" Emmett called and he raced off.

"You have a lot to learn about us," Edward stated, "We still have to go hunting tonight, though." Bella was still confused but, despite her Master's orders, kept her thoughts to herself. She wondered what she would do with herself when Edward left, her purpose was really just to keep him happy. "Is there anything you require me to do, Sir?" She asked.

"No, nothing." He said absent-mindedly. "Why don't you come to the music room with us? Can you play anything?" Bella shook her head quickly, she was a slave, she was not allowed to touch the instruments.

"Oh, well. You can just listen to me and Em, if you are coming that is." Bella nodded and they both left to go and join Emmett and Jasper. "By the way, if you call me 'Master' or 'Sir' one more time, I'm going to throw you out the window." He chuckled, but at seeing Bella's horrified expression, he tried to fix the situation, "No, I, uh, I didn't mean it Bella. I was joking, I would never do that. But it's Edward from now on, ok?" He looked like he almost cared that Bella feared him but Bella had too much experience. She knew vampires were creatures to fear. They could kill her with a flick of her wrist, that was something she did not want to happen.

"Ok." Bella breathed out heavily in relief, she had taken it very seriously as a threat.

"Now," He sighed, "Let's go make some music."

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