"Bella, you remember Mr. Masen…" Carlisle says, gesturing to Edward who is as still as a statue. I slowly backed away, nodding my head as I stood next to Carlisle. Edward watched me carefully, his fingers clenching into his palms with every step back I took.

"What's going on, Carlisle?" Alice asked, trying to move towards me. Jasper held her firmly next to him, not letting her get close. She looked up to him but he only shook his head and I then knew that something was not right.

"Bella, can you sit down please?" Carlisle asked but I shook her head. He gave me a pointed look and I then sat down in the chair, my arms crossing over my torso. "Bella, it has been wonderful to have you here with us. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we have enjoyed your presence here…"

"Carlisle…" I cried, not wanting to hear the rest.

"But unfortunately…" He began with a sigh, "you have to leave little one." He finished as I felt the tears threatening their way out.

"Carlisle!" Alice gasped, covering her mouth.

"Edward will take good care of you." He told me, holding onto my cheeks as I began to shake my head. I didn't want this to happen again…

I just became happy…

"Please… I'm sorry… I'm sorry if I did anything wrong…" I cried shaking my head and grabbing onto his arms.

"You did nothing wrong, Isabella…" Carlisle said sternly.

"Please… I don't want to go." I sobbed.

"Carlisle, please!" Alice cried out, but Jasper covered her, whispering something into her ear.

"I'm on a time frame, Carlisle." Edward grounded out to the side of us. I clutched onto his jacket, pulling myself into his chest as he held me close, running his fingers through my hair.

"Please… I'll do anything… Don't make me leave." I was sure I was staining his jacket but he did not seem to care. He hushed me with sweet sounds and comforted me as much as he could. But I sensed that this was final and my pleading had no say in the situation.

"It's okay, little one. You will be okay." He pulled me away from him and this time I did not fight.

This was my life.

To be passed around from vampire to vampire.

Until I died.

Until I was killed.

I still cried. The tears streamed down my cheeks as Carlisle told me my things were already packed. I turned to Edward, who was only a few feet away, his posture tall and broad as he stared down at me.

I remember the last time I saw him. I was being taken away at his home in Italy. He watched me from the window and did nothing to help.

"Bella!" Alice cried out, latching onto me in a tight hug. I held onto her, frozen as I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" I shook my head, holding in the tears as my heart raced. She pulled away from me and kissed my cheek. Edward moved and I felt the need to move with him, towing behind him.

He was my master now.

Rosalie held me tightly, telling me it would be okay. At this point my tears had dried, the shock wore off, and I was now just a zombie. Jasper hugged me goodbye as well and Emmett tried his best to keep himself together. His hug was tight and forced. His face was red with anger, not at me but at the man who was taking me away. He told me he would see me soon.

But I wasn't so sure.

It all happened so fast.

I was in the backseat, staring at the place I had called home for the past few months.

I close my eyes and thought of Alec.

I hoped this was a dream.

I wanted to wake up in my bed back in Deer Isle.

I wanted this to be gone.

But I wasn't so lucky.

-TSIPWR-

Hilo, Hawaii

Straight from Seattle to Hilo was a big transition. The murky green and dark clouds had suddenly turned into pink hibiscus flowers and clear blue skies. The trip all together was nearly six hours and through it all Edward had not said a word to me.

It may not have helped that I was useless. I didn't move, I didn't talk and I was surprised I was still breathing. I walked when I had to and I tried my hardest to blend into darkness. I watched Edward though from the backseat of the new car as we drove through Hilo. He was still, his hands only moving with the wheel as his eyes watched the road.

His jaw was taut and firm, his lips pressed together as his hair was a mess, but it suits him well. I knew trusting him would more than likely never happen. He was the perfect example for a vampire.

They were designed beautiful.

But they were deadly.

I settled back into my seat and watched as we past a beach, the waves lapping onto the sand. I felt tears threatening again, but I stayed still and tried my hardest not to let them out. I did not want to be weak.

I looked back at Edward as rage consumed me.

Why did he want me?

Even if he didn't specifically ask Carlisle for me, he still had to have said yes if Carlisle offered. So even then, why was I so important? There were slaves upon slaves who he could have chosen from, I'm sure. One without masters. Yet he came all the way here to retrieve me. He took me away from the happiness that I had finally found after weeks of rejecting it.

"Where is Alec?" I asked quickly, the words startling me. Edward looked at me through his rear-view mirror, amused.

"He's around." He said simply.

"Is he okay?" I asked.

"That is not your concern." He told me sharply, staring back at the road. I settled back into my seat. "I guess that now you are speaking, I should tell you the rules of my home. First of all, no disrespecting me or any of my house workers. Your solely here on my wing, do you understand? You will not go out by yourself and you will always refer to me as Edward. Not Mr. Masen."

I internally rolled my eyes.

"Break any of these rules and I won't be happy, Isabella."

"Bella." I corrected him.

He did not respond.

We pulled into a very large home just a few moments later. I got out quickly, not even admiring the jungle surrounding it. A man came out of the door, his body tall and lanky but he had soft brown eyes. He murmured a hello to me and I smiled.

"Isabella, this is Paul. He takes care of the house. His son, Peter, lives here as well." He told me. Paul grabbed my bags as I followed Edward into the house. He showed me around as I acted disinterested. He recited the rules once again and I found myself later in a small bedroom with a window that had a view of the beach in the backyard.

"Miss. Swan?" A knock on my door forced me up just as a young man walked through. He had sandy blonde hair and a sun kissed tan. His body was tall and built and his face resembled Paul's. I knew this was his son. He had piercing blue eyes and wore a white v-neck that allowed me view of his toned chest. "I have your bags. Where would you like them?"

"Um, I'll take them. That's fine. And just call me, Bella." I said, grabbing my bags and setting them on the floral bed.

"I'm Peter, by the way." He said, reaching forward to grab my hand. I shook it gently. "I'm glad you're here. I was getting sick of being the only kid around."

"There are more people?" I asked.

"Well there's me and my dad. And Chef Sam. He's the cook." He said. "Maggie is the maid, but she only comes in three times a week. You will like it here though. There is a lot to do." He told me with a genuine smile. "Maybe I can take you out to town tomorrow? Show you everything?"

"Yeah… Maybe." I nodded.

"Well… I'll let you sleep." He said, backing away. "Night, Bella."

"Goodnight." I told him, sitting down onto my bed once he was gone. I let out a loud sigh and rubbed my eyes. They were heavy with sleep and laid into my bed, not even bothering to change out of my clothes.

The tears did not fall. Once again, they were futile.

Things have changed.

I only wondered how long it would be until they changed again.