Whoo-hoo! This chapter is in honor of my 100th review, which came from mimic.0. Thank you so much! P.S. Remember when I said that Sophie was not Bella? I lied : P Actually, I used a loophole. The real Sophie Norris died 200 years ago.

I couldn't think straight. This was impossible, unfeasible. My very eyes were lying to me. But I heard the truth in Ella's thoughts. In stead of trying to make sense of this tangle, I stopped. With my body on auto-pilot, I examined the portrait.

The girl stood proudly. She wore a sapphire colored dress that draped gracefully over her slender frame. Glossy, mahogany brown curls fell in a fan down her back. A rosebud shaped mouth curved up in a glorious smile. My eyes traveled over her fine-boned face, and her pale hands clasped demurely in her lap.

I felt detached, and blank. My mind was empty, but I felt the threat of what Ella had said engulfing me like a storm. I made the comparison in my mind's eye, and I saw that "Sophie" and Isabella were exactly alike, down to the last detail. But there was a difference. In this portrait, Isabella was happy, her face glowing. "Sophie" was never like that. I couldn't remember ever seeing her with a true smile. When I saw her, I saw the way her shoulders hunched, as if she bore the weight of the world. And maybe she did. This explanation, however unlikely, fit in with what we knew. Could Sophie be a…ghost?

I had to force myself to think the word. As I did, a shiver went across my spine. I looked at Alice. She was as dumbstruck as I was. With an effort, I turned to Ella. "So, how did you meet S-Isabella?"

She glanced up. "Bella will tell you herself. I think she wants to tell your whole family."

I didn't even want to know how she knew. I decided to leave well enough alone. I nodded. "She'll come tonight?"

Ella nodded, looking at me sympathetically. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it soon enough. I did."

"How long have you known?"

"Since forever. Since we moved here, when I was four." She told us. Interesting. Alice and I left, before she could impart to us any more frightening truths. We arrived back home soon enough. My mind was plagued with questions, and disturbing answers. It became clear to me why Bella always wore the same clothes. I wondered if she was angry that I had taken her room. Did she know what we were?

Jasper ran to Alice's side when we entered. "What happened?" He demanded, feeling our distress.

Esme frowned. "Are you alright?" I nodded shakily. We explained what had happened. There was dead silence.

"This is insane," Rosalie breathed, finally. "You're insane."

"Rose!" Carlisle said sharply. "You can't-"

"I can. Surely you don't believe this madness, Carlisle! It's insanity!"

Alice interrupted. "Well, we'll find out soon enough. She's coming." Alice took a few steps, and then slid down on to the couch. Jasper flashed to her side. Rosalie glared at me. This is Edward's fault. Why is he so obsessed with the girl? It would take a lot to convince Rose.

We all jumped when Bella entered the room. She glanced at us from the corners of her eyes, looking shy. She inhaled, and for the first time I noticed that I couldn't hear her heart. The others couldn't hear it, either. For the first time ever, she was not wearing the pink sweatshirt.

Esme gave her a ashen smile, and gestured to an armchair. Bella nodded her thanks. We all knew what was coming next. She swallowed hard and began to speak.

"I was born in 1797. My mother died when I was born. My father, Charles, could barely stand to look at me." Her voice was bitter when she spoke of Charles.

"I my life would have been miserable, if it hadn't been for a maid, named Sophie Norris. She became my friend, and introduced me to the other servants. They became my foster family. Sophie was the best friend I ever had. That is why I chose to use her name."

Suddenly, Rose bust out,"This is ridiculous! Ghosts don't exist, they're-" She stopped, because then Bella stood, and stalked over to my sister. Then she swung her fist. It passed through Rosalie, dissolving into her. We watched, stunned, as Bella continued over to the wall, punching and kicking. Nothing happened. She passed through the wall, just like when she had punched Rose.

She turned around, breathing hard. "Is that real enough for you?" She demanded. Rose could only sit there, looking dumbfounded. The same thoughts came to me from all around the room. Oh, my God, she's telling the truth. Bella breathed deeply, and then turned to walk back to the couch. She continued with her story, determinedly.

" I loved Sophie like a sister. But one day, my father called for me to see him. I was astounded, but filled with hope. I prayed that he had finally forgiven me for being born, for taking the life of my mother. But he had called me only to tell me that he had decided that I was to be married to James Rochester."

Bella's eyes flashed. "I had always hated that man. I couldn't tell why, but he frightened me. Never had he ever been anything but well-mannered, but I was terrified all the same. I sensed his cruelty, and begged my father to change his mind, but he was as unmoving as stone."

"I lied to you, when I told you the legend. I told you the story that the public knew. I did not commit suicide. I was murdered." She spat the word, and her hands clenched into fists. Then she raised her head, baring her neck. I heard my own furious hiss echoed by my family. Dark bruises ringed her pale throat.

"I'll spare you the details. But James murdered me. He strangled me, and-" She broke off, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry," she whispered, and her voice was rough with sorrow.

I was shell-shocked. I felt pity for Bella, and fury for the man that had killed her. My family felt the same way. What shocked me most were Rosalie's thoughts. Rosalie felt an overwhelming compassion for Bella. Her fiancée had nearly succeeded in murdering her. She was filled with empathy, and regret for her harsh words.

"I have a question,"Alice said finally. "What happened with Ella?"

Bella smiled. "Ella's family is descended from my friend Sophie. When Ella moved here, I was watching them. I can make myself invisible when I want to, and I was spying on them. I heard Ella ask her mother who the girl was. She pointed straight at me. Her parents thought that she had made an imaginary friend." She smiled.

"It was wonderful to talk to Ella. Nobody had been there in ages, and I'm tied to this house. I can go anywhere on the grounds, but stepping off the property is impossible. I told Ella my whole story. I showed her the graves. She visits me often. She was my fist friend in two hundred years."

I cleared my throat. "Bella, do you mind that I'm using your room? If you want me to use a different room, then-" But Bella was shaking her head.

"No, I don't care. What am I going to use a room for? I actually avoid it when I can. It's rather painful."

Then she looked up, suddenly grave. "I said that I could make myself invisible. I was spying on you, too. I know that you're vampires."

So there you have it! Bella's unmasking! Review, please! I am thankful for nice people who review my story. Happy Thanksgiving!