Author's Note: First, thank you to all of you who have followed this story from the beginning and stuck by me. Even when you had your moments when I'm sure you wanted to strangle me ;) Thanks to those who have left Reviews and PM's as well, and thanks to those who have read it :) This is the last chapter and the Epilogue is next. Might take a week or so but it will get here.

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BPOV

"What is your name, my dear?" He asked again.

Again and again and again...Aro would ask me for my name and my answer would remain the same.

"Bella Swan." I croaked.

How much longer was he going to pull this charade? He refused to let me out to hunt and he refused to bring me blood so that I could regain some of my strength. At first, it was just the burn inside my throat. Now it is a full out flame ranging from my throat all the way through my body. And because I was a vampire and didn't need sleep it seemed a million times worse than what it probably was.

There was nothing in here to distract me from my pain. I was weak from the lack of blood and being weak meant that I couldn't concentrate enough to put my shield around me. I couldn't even muster up the energy to try anymore.

The only thing keeping me sane was thinking about Jasper. Of our times together. Sure, I got into a lot of trouble and had my ass handed to me more times than I could count, but I loved My Major. I loved that he punished me out of love. I respected him. Unlike the piece of shit that was currently sitting in front of me, looking like there was no other place he would rather be than right where he was.

"Tsk tsk, my Bella," He said disappointed, "I was hoping that you would have given in to me by now, but I can see that you are going to need more work." I cringed at his sickly sweet voice. More work meant more time with him and his twisted ways. He was seriously demented.

I looked down at my wrist seeing my new crescent shape scar there, compliments of him and his "work."

Flashback

"What is your name?" He hissed, he was getting tired of my defiance and I knew it. But his anger only fueled me.

"Bella Swan."

"To who do you belong to?" He growled, grabbing me by the neck and forcing me against the wall.

"Major Jasper Whitlock." I replied without hesitation. "You don't believe me? Look at my shoulder," I taunted him, "I wear his mark. And I wear it proudly."

Those were probably the most stupidest words I could have said at the time, but I didn't regret it.

"We'll just see about that." He said with an evil smile.

Suddenly I was turned around and my hands were behind my back. I desperately tried to get my shield up but it was no use. I was weak. I was a weak fucking newborn. What a joke. I felt him kiss the palm of my left hand before his teeth pierced the skin on my wrist. I screamed as I felt his venom course through my body and was instantly hit with his satisfaction.

"Now you will forever wear My Mark." He hissed into my ear.

End Flashback

He was out of his seat and out the door before I could even move. I haven't moved in God knows how long from my position on the floor. I heard the door slam shut and instantly the smell of blood filled my nostrils. I growled out and crouched down, looking Aro in the eyes. Blood. My Blood.

"You want this my dear?" He asked me, holding a flask out in front of him as an offering to me. I knew that there was blood in that flask. I pounced immediately at seeing the flask in front of me, but being as weak as I was he doged me easily, laughing at my failed attempt to get the blood from him.

"This is all yours if you can answer my question, Isabella." He taunted, "What is your name?"

Bella. Volturi. Damn it! I cursed myself, just fucking say it. Say that you are a Volturi, you don't have to mean it, I scolded myself. He would never know the difference, and then I could get what I so desperately needed. Blood. All I had to do was say the two little words. Bella Volturi. Come on! Say it!

"Bella....Cullen." I whispered, sad and yet pleased at the same time.

I fought my instincts to just give in to him and said my father's last name. I was proud, but being proud meant I didn't get the blood. Being proud meant I still had to suffer. I collapsed on the floor and dry sobbed. What the fuck was wrong with me? Two fucking words! That's it!

"Well, I can see you need more time." He said dejectedly, "I will see you soon." And with that he was gone.

Soon after he left the over head speakers came on and his voice rang through the room.

"Bella. Volturi. Bella. Volturi. Mate of Aro Volturi."

That sentence rang out over and over. At first it freaked me out and I scoured the place trying to find the fucking speakers it was coming from, but it was no use. They were somewhere hidden inside the main part of the house that I didn't have access to. So day after day I endured the stupid mind fuckery that he played with me.

He really believed that I would believe I was a Volturi. Like I said...fucking delusional.

I curled up into a ball on the floor and went to my happy place. Back in Jasper's arms. Or in his bed. Anywhere he was, that was where I was most happy.

"Where are you Major?" I whispered into the dark room.

Time ceased to exist to me anymore. I was either curled up in a ball on the floor, lost in my thoughts or I was with Aro going through the Spanish Inquisition. Now, I was with Aro. Again.

"Why must you be so damn stubborn? Huh, Isabella?" Aro yelled at me. It happened. He was finally cracking. Gone was his cool, calm and collected facade. Now he was getting pissed.

"Why don't you answer me something, Aro." I snapped at him. "How the hell are you even alive?"

Every time he came down into this dreary, depressing room I asked him that question and every time, he never answered. I wasn't expecting an answer this time either, but I had to ask. I had to know how to defeat him once and for all. If not for me then for whoever else his next victim might be.

"Oh my sweet Bella." He cooed. "I guess it is time for you to know all about me as your Master. Maybe once you can see me for me than you can embrace me as your true mate."

He said this while moving slowly towards me until he was sitting directly in front of me. I had my head on my knees and couldn't even bring myself to look up and see him. Every part of me felt weak. How long had it been since I've had blood? I couldn't even tell. All I knew was that it felt like an eternity.

"You see my dear," He started, placing a soft kiss to the top of my head, "Vampires come with special gifts, as you very well know by now. There was a nomad vampire named Esteban that owed me a favor. I once saved his mate from a terrible fate but in return he had to be willing to do me a favor when the time called for it. Do you see where this is going yet?" He asked.

I weakly shook my head no but otherwise remained silent.

"No, probably not." He murmured to himself, "Well almost two hundred years had passed and I finally called in on my favor from him. Now unfortunately he did not know what my favor was or what it would entail or I'm sure he would have tried to run from me. Instead he asked what he needed to do and I told him. I just didn't tell him that he would die in the process. You see, I know Jasper perhaps better than he thinks. I knew that should Jasper catch up with me he would not save me for anything. He sees you as his possession. His toy. His fucking pleasure slave." I shot my head up at Aro at this point hearing those words come from his mouth. He was disrespecting My fucking Mate?

"But you are so much more, my dear." He said seeing the rage in my eyes, no doubt. "You are not meant for that. You are meant for me. Anyways, I am getting off track, as I was saying, I knew that Jasper would kill me without a hesitation. See, Esteban's power is that he can copy another's form and scent. Human or Vampire. If it's alive, in a sense, he can copy it. So that is just what I had him do, I had him copy myself and flee, letting Jasper in on where he was headed. Of course Jasper had no idea it wasn't me. Had he stayed around long enough he would have realised that it was in fact a different vampire. The smell of his body burning would no longer contain my scent, but his own. And of course, while he was burning he would have changed back into his regular appearance."

I dropped my head back down in defeat, thinking over the things Aro was saying. At least he couldn't bring himself back from the dead. He could be killed. That's what I repeated to myself as he continued to talk.

"How I wanted to be the one to change you," He said wistfully, "You belong to me, and I see that Jasper has already bitten you. But no matter, by the time I am done with you, you will wear numerous marks of mine. There is much we have to do Isabella. But first you need to eat. So tell me... What is your name?"

Play thing? Possession? Toy? A good fuck? Jasper? Aro? Mate? Mine? Could die?

So many thoughts and emotions were running through my head that I couldn't concentrate. The only thing that made sense was food. I could eat. I would have blood. All I had to do was say my name. My name.

"Bella.....Volturi." I whispered.

"There now, was that so hard?" He asked running his fingers through my hair. It took every ounce of strength that I had left not to attack him at this very second. Who knows how bad that would have ended for me though. All I knew was that at this moment I needed to feed. If I had any hope of escaping I had to have blood in my system first. I don't know where the hell Jasper was at this moment, but I did know that he was looking for me.

He wouldn't give up on me like Aro said he would. Jasper loved me. He wanted me.

The sound of blood pumping through veins caught my attention quicker than the smell of it did. I looked up to see Aro dragging in an old man, probably in his late eighties. He had white hair on top of his head and his eyes were closed. Aro barely made it down the steps before I attacked and sunk my teeth into the side of the old man's neck, not even caring that I was killing him.

All I could think about was that he had what I needed. He had blood, and I needed it to get the hell out of here.

The old man didn't even struggle and his body was drained before I was finished. I threw his corpse to the side in a fit of rage. I was still fucking hungry.

That thought barely registered when Aro dropped another human on the floor in front of me. She immediately started screaming and it sounded a thousand times worse thanks to my sensitive hearing.

"No! This isn't happening!" She continued to yell.

I could feel a trickle of blood run down my chin with a mixture of my venom that had overflowed my mouth at this point. I said nothing instead, launching myself at her and draining her just like I did the old man. As I dropped her lifeless body to the floor I saw that her mouth was open in an O shape and her eyes looked terrified.

She could have been a mother, or a wife, and she was definitely someones daughter. What did I do?

I dropped to the floor on my knees and screamed into my hands.

I smelled Aro before I felt his presence. He put his hand on my shoulder in a comforting manner, but I knew what it really was. He was trying to show his ownership on me. Fuck. That.

"Very good my Mate." He praised, "Now tell me again. What is your name?"

I shot up and wrapped my arms around his neck as if I was hugging him. The humans blood had an immediate effect on my body and I felt stronger than ever. I knew I wasn't at the top of my game but I had enough for this. I brought my hands to either side of his face and looked deep into his red eyes. I wanted to be the last thing he saw.

"Bella fucking Whitlock." I growled out before detatching his head from his body. My shield went up automatically and I ripped the rest of his body into pieces, finishing the job that Jasper once thought he had completed.

I grabbed Aro's head by his black hair and some of the other remaining limbs and made my way up the stairs carefully. I didn't smell anyone else in this house but I wasn't going to be too careful at this point.

If Aro can "come back from the dead" than anything could happen.

I looked around the room and saw that it was dark outside, but the lights were on, not that it would have mattered. I instantly saw what I needed on a desk in the far corner of the room. A lighter.

I walked outside with the body pieces and threw them into the back yard. I didn't care to make a run into the middle of nowhere for this. This should be a fucking celebration. I grabbed some twigs and leaves and wood that I could find and threw them together into a pile before lighting it.

Then I continued to throw in Aro's head and arms into the flames. I walked out at a humans pace and gathered the rest of the remains. I was going to take my time doing this and I was going to fucking enjoy it. I killed him. Not Jasper, the God of War. But me. Bella Whitlock.

Sure who wouldn't want to be rescued by their mate and not have to do anything but sit in the dark dungeon just awaiting for their Knight in shining Armor to come and rescue them and save the day? But this time, I got a sick sense of pride in having done this on my own.

I smiled to myself but the smile instantly faded as I looked into the brown and blue eyes of the two humans who lost their lives because of me.

Grief wracked through my body, and I crumpled to my knees next to their corpses, silently saying a prayer to whatever God was up there to keep their souls with Him. I gently lifted up the old man's body first and brought him outside. I started a new fire, I would not burn them with that poor fucking excuse of a vampire, they deserved better than that, and gently laid their bodies side by side.

If I could have left them behind to be found so their families could have a sense of closure I would have, but it would have constituted too much of a risk.

Instead I dry sobbed as I watched the purple flames rise higher and higher into the sky next to the gray smoke that rose beside it. It was time for me to make my way back home to My Major. Where I belonged.

JPOV

Eighteen days. God damn it! This is just like the last time...How was that fucker evading us so easily? And what was the use of being able to see the future if it didn't work one hundred percent of the time? What a fucking waste.

I was so livid that no one even bothered to come up to my office anymore. Not unless they had imperative news for me. If not, then they were burned. I didn't fuck around with this. I've already ripped up two of my men for bothering me with useless information.

If you didn't have what I wanted then you were better off to leave me alone.

"Major!"

I jumped up at the sound of my name being called as Peter burst in through my office door.

"We have a lead." He said excitedly, "Texas."