AN: Yay, I got my five reviews! Thank you! Out of all the chapters, this is my favourite. It's a little short, but I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Titanic or Little Women.

Bella POV:

I reached my suite quickly. I opened the door, entered the room, shut the door and leaned against it, massaging my temples. I took a deep breath and crossed the room, sitting on the sofa and picking up a book at random off the floor. Little Women. Purely and merely out of boredom, I began to read. I really needed to clear my mind.

Suddenly and quite loudly, the door burst open. Mike appeared, his face twisted with rage.

"Where on this God-forsaken ship have you been?" He demanded.

"Where you out looking for me?" It felt nice that he was worried about my well-being. It was really, really, nice.

"No." Mike scoffed and my good feeling shattered. "I was out having a couple of drinks with the crew. Look," he said, taking my wrists in his hands and shaking them violently. "We are to be wed in three months. This is most definitely not the way any potential or future wife of mine would be acting. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes." I replied, my plan forming already in my head. "Now if you would excuse me," I slapped him across the face with as much force as I could muster. He stared at me in shock. I took this advantage and kicked his shin. He cried out in pain, clutching one leg and jumping on the other. I couldn't help but laugh. To my surprise and delight, it came out like a cackle. "Sorry if I'm not acting like 'a potential or future wife of yours.' But you and I will never be married!" I cackled again, enjoying every second of this.

"That is nonsense! Everything is prepared! There is no way you can get out of this, no matter how much you want to get out of it!" He screamed at me.

"Oh, ho, ho, I can think of one." And with that, I ran out of the room. I knew Mike wouldn't come after me. He didn't give a care about me or what I did. I was good to go.

I ran out to the deck, towards the stern of the ship. I could see over the edge, the huge propellers moving the even more humongous ship forward. My life would never move forward. I had made my decision. I placed my hands firmly on the metal railing that surrounded the ship and brought my feet up to the first rung. I kept bringing my feet up until I was sort of perched at the top. I brought my feet down, rung by rung, until I was on the outside of a ship. I smiled as I thought that in a few short seconds I would never have to live the life that was chosen for me. In a few short seconds, I would be in Heaven. In a few short seconds, I would never have to look into the eyes of that awful Mike Newton. In a few short seconds Isabella Marie Swan Newton would cease to be. In a few short seconds it would all be over. I took a deep breath.

"Bella!" That voice, that musical, graceful voice. It didn't sound right, however. It was mangled with outrage, distorted with pain, masked with worry and disbelief. Pale hands like ice grabbed at me on my waist and for a very brief moment I was sitting on his shoulder. Then, in one motion, so quickly I barely knew what was happening, he flipped me off his shoulders and onto the ground. I landed in a heap, but felt no pain. I felt perfectly fine.

My slow brain struggled with the calculations. What he had just done with the greatest of ease was humanly impossible. I was sitting on his shoulder, something that would have certainly broken any man's collarbone at the least, and his arm was perfectly undamaged, since he continued on to flip me onto the ground. But he did not do so forcefully, but gently. No matter how many times I repeated in my head, it did not made sense.

I lifted my head, shook the hair out of my eyes and searched until I found Edward, kneeling at my side, poking at my ribs. Checking if they were broken?

"What are you?" I asked slowly, narrowing my eyes. There was something he was keeping from me, maybe even the world.

"A monster." And I was alone, accompanied only by my puzzled thoughts.

AN: R and R please!