So sorry! Haven't update in a year! Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed and added me to their faves, thanks to Bloody Red Ribbon to convince me to get going on this story again.

BPOV

Edward kept his grip tight on my waist, and my arms flailed wildly, smacking him in the face on more than one occasion. Looking into his honey-golden eyes, I felt that I knew him, from somewhere long ago. Then we crashed into a window of another building. Edward released his vice-like grip, and I went rolling across the floor.

Edward was on the ground, then up inspecting the window. "Hmm... I'll need to get a new sheet of glass put in..." He put his head out of the hole, and then his body disappeared.

"EDWARD!!!" I screamed. I ran to the window, and grabbed the ledge, not wanting to fall out. A broken shard of glass sank deep into my wrist, and blood dripped onto the marble floor.

"Yes, Bella?" murmured a voice in my ear.

I whipped around to see Edward, wearing a childish grin on his face. I raised my good hand and smacked him, the slap resounding around the room.

"You scared me to death!" I accused him.

"'Least I'm not bleeding." he muttered, staring at my wrist. Then he snapped into action. He picked me up and put me on the couch, and then went to another room, returning with a first aid kit. I glanced at the gash in my hand, pieces of glass poking out, and I began to feel faint. I fell back against the armrest of the couch, and then I saw Edwards face hovering above mine saying, "Don't die on me, Bella. I'm serious, I've seen..." Then the world went blurry.

EPOV

What is this? What should I tell her? I'm acting like a child to cover up my mistakes. I looked at Bella, peacefully sleeping on the couch. Then I heard footsteps approaching the room. This wasn't the first time they were coming. I assumed a fighter pose, and prepared myself to protect Bella at all costs.

A bulky man entered the room, his heavy boots clunking against the marble floor. He looked up at me. "Good, you got the girl. We need her."

For a second, I was confused. Then I realized the real problem at hand. My mission had been to recover Charlie Swan's daughter and prepare her for war against the Volturi, our rival in the Mafia. Before Bella was diagnosed with 'amnesia' she had been the best female fighter in the Mafia. Her mother -being on the side of the Volturi and not liking what her daughter had become- took Bella to Phoenix and brainwashed her into believing she was a normal teenager who had moved in with her mother at age 4.

I looked up at the man, pleading, "You can't take her now, Emmett. She's-she knows...she thinks I'm on the bad side."

Emmett looked alarmed, glancing from Bella on the couch to me. "She's on the Volturi's side? We need her help!"

"I-I know, it's just that, I feel like I know her somehow. Before she was, you know, brainwashed." I looked sadly at Bella.

Emmett looked shocked for a short moment, so short I wasn't sure that I saw it at all. "That's impossible! She was always on a tight training schedule, or fighting, or in school. She would never-"

"I know, I know!" I cut him off. "It's just...I don't know. Just leave it. Forget what I said. You can take her, I don't care."

Emmett grinned, and thumped me on the back. "Knew you'd come through." He picked up the still sleeping Bella and started towards the door, sneaking a quick glance back at me.

He opened the door and walked off with Bella. It was at that moment, as I watched him leave, that I saw Bella turn her head ever so slightly and look at me, panic evident in her eyes.

AN: hope you liked that! It's been so long, but I hope to update soon now! It feels so good to be writing again!