A/N: Once again, the link with Hazel's picture is on my profile, if you want to check it out. Oh, and please ignore how the title makes no sense with this plot anymore. I want to keep it the same though, so there won't be any confusion.

It may make a little bit of sense, if you think about how Hazel went in and changed how the past went, killing off Edward and Bella's siblings instead of having Carlisle turning them. So that's the only reason I keep the same title.

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Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer, I just borrow her characters for my story.

Chp. 10

Thoughts

EPOV

When Esme was completely out of hearing range, Carlisle led us into the living room, saying we needed to talk. I sat on the loveseat with Alice, while Carlisle sat opposite of us, perched on the edge of the couch.

"Is this….is this the Alice you were talking about before, Edward?" he asked, studying Alice through narrowed eyes.

As I nodded, his eyes grew wide. "So…she is…my daughter, in the real world?" he whispered. When I nodded again, he wasted no time in jumping off the couch and pulling Alice to his chest in a tight embrace. She returned it, smiling wider than I thought possible.

He finally let her go, and he looked happier than I've seen him the entire time I've been in this dimension.

Alice bounced on the back of her heals. "I have pictures of the rest of them too." She said quietly, reaching for something in her back pocket. "On my phone." She held out the purple iPhone she bought nearly a year ago.

Carlisle's eyes gleamed with curiosity and he nodded eagerly. She smiled, walking over to him, messing with the touch screen on the phone on her way over.

I watched through both of their minds as she scrolled through her pictures, informing him who was who. I remember her running around excitedly the day she purchased the phone, taking pictures of everybody.

She stopped on a picture of Bella and I in an embrace, Renesmee pressed in between us while we kissed her on either side of her cheeks. The air I was breathing nearly choked me, and I quickly fought to get away from their thoughts.

When I failed in blocking the images from their minds, I jumped up from the loveseat and sprinted to my room. But it still didn't make it go away. It only reminded me of the situation I was in.

My wife was missing, and I was ripped away from the world my daughter was in.

Sure, Alice was here now, and that helped a little. Having somebody who was actually real, someone who missed our family like I did, that made it a bit easier. But it sure as hell didn't make me feel any less guilty. I was the reason Bella got kidnapped, and now we don't even know where she's at. If I hadn't gone to the meadow for no reason, Bella would be here right now. Here with me.

I heard a light tap on my door, effectively pulling me from my thoughts.

I ignored it, but Alice was still on the other side of the door, tapping repeatedly. I heard her sigh, her thoughts somewhere along the lines of God, he really needs to stop with all this guilt and self-loathing bullshit.

"Thanks sis, that's really helping." I shouted in the direction of the door.

She turned the knob and pushed the door open. I looked over to see her standing in the door way, hands on her hips, glaring at me. "God, Edward! You are such a baby! I know you're depressed or whatever, but there's something the woman who sent me here said that I need to tell you." My neck snapped in her direction so I could look at her again, pleading with my eyes for her to go on.

"What did she say?"

She sat on the bed next to me, folding her legs so she was sitting Indian style and turned her whole body in my direction. "These are her exact words: 'I need you to go to him, promise him that Bella's alright, that she'll come back to him. That is, if she can hold up her end of the deal. Make sure he knows that it will be her fault if he's stuck there forever.'

"She also said that Bella was already gone and would be back when she did as the lady asked." She explained, her eyes swimming with confusion. "I don't understand what she's talking about, Edward."

I sighed. "I don't either."

What would Bella need to do for Hazel that would fix all of this? I was relieved somewhat, knowing Bella was truly alive and would be coming back to me if she can do whatever Hazel asks of her.

"Where are we? And who was that woman?" Alice asked after a moment of silence.

"Her name is Hazel. Her power is to create dimensions, and she can send people there, too. Carlisle met her back in the late 1700s, and I guess she just came back to find him, but found us instead."

"Did she tell you why she sent you here?"

I shook my head. "No, I haven't talked to her once. I saw her in the meadow one day, but only out of my peripheral vision. Carlisle came, and then she ran off."

She seemed thoughtful for a moment. "Wait, so that means that, none of the people - aside from you and I - are real in this dimension?" I nodded and her eyes brightened. "That is so cool."

"Alice!" I scolded. "It is not cool, it is completely insane! The people here are just like puppets, Alice! Hazel created them. She implanted all of their memories and thoughts and feelings up until she placed Bella and I here. It's vile and everything here is wrong!" I shouted the last sentence.

"I'm sorry." She drawled. "I know it's wrong. But you have to admit, it is a tad bit cool." She paused, and then her eyes darted to mine, widening slightly. "Do you think I exist here? Carlisle didn't change me, meaning that Jasper and I could be out there…somewhere." She trailed off.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know, and quite frankly, I don't care. You wouldn't be real even if you and Jasper did exist in this dimension."

"Yeah, I know that. It'd just be weird if I saw the version of myself that Hazel created."

I took a deep breath, trying to avoid any and all thoughts of Hazel. I would kill her. I wouldn't stop until I had pulled her apart limb from limb and burned the pieces. She would die for doing this.

APOV

Edward and I talked through the night and for most of the morning, finally coming out of his room around noon.

For the most part, I tried to have visions, but couldn't see a thing. Edward told me everything he knew about this dimension, and I made sure he knew we searched for him and Bella every single day back home.

I avoided anything having to do with Renesmee at all costs. Every time I did mention her, I saw a flash of pain sweep through his eyes, and then he barely spoke for the next few minutes. I hated seeing my brother so torn up over this, but I could sympathize. I've only been away from Jasper for a little over a day, and already I felt as though I was falling apart.

As we walked down the steps, Esme flew around the corner, almost bumping into me. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear!" she exclaimed. "I wasn't paying attention." She held up a clipboard with designs for what I guessed was a new house up.

"You're fine. What are you working on?" I asked. I was honestly curious.

"Just a house, would you like to see?"

I nodded and for the next two hours we sat on the couch, sharing design and fashion tips. It felt great to be able to spend this much time with Esme, I never really did anymore. I was always busy with Jasper, or shopping, or school.

I made a mental note to spend a lot more time with her when I got back. It was nice, and I enjoyed her company.

She left to go visit Carlisle at the hospital, and I set off to find Edward. He was sitting at the piano when I spotted him, staring intently at the keys, but not touching them. "What's wrong with it?" I asked, sitting next to him on the piano bench.

He shook his head, his brow furrowing. "Every time I play, the music turns into something completely different than what I had set out to play. It turns dark, and gloomy. I tried playing Bella's lullaby, Esme's favorite, and a few other ones that I'm working on, but as my mind gets lost in the music, it just…changes."

I frowned at the instrument, and then gently set my fingers atop the keys. I turned my head so my eyes would meet his. "Would you like me to play for you?" I asked.

He nodded and my fingers took off, the notes pouring out in an upbeat, lively song. Unlike Rosalie and Edward, I wasn't all that great at piano, but I could play half way decent. When I played it never sounded horrible, but it was no masterpiece.

We sat, for who knows how long, with me playing the piano, and him correcting me if I made a mistake. Each time I played a wrong note, he simply placed my fingers back on the correct keys. This only happened twice, and only because I was so lost in thought that I wouldn't really pay attention to what my hands were doing.

"Please. Stop playing that." He choked out, and I listened, realizing I was playing Renesmee's lullaby.

He hadn't quite finished it yet, but I had heard him play the chorus of it several times. To be quite honest, I actually had no idea I was even playing it right now. I was so lost in thought, that I just let my fingers play as they wished.

I yanked my hands away, peering up at him apologetically. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "I didn't realize-"

"I know." He interrupted.

"She misses you." I whispered after a long silence between us. I was tired of him avoiding talking about her.

He sighed, but it sounded more like a wince. "Can we please not talk about this?" he begged, closing his eyes tightly.

"She made Jasper and I lay in her bed when she slept at night. She told us that it made her feel like 'Mommy and Daddy' were there with her, rather than us. She said if she closed her eyes and pretended it was you and Bella, that it made her feel better. Made her feel safe….protected." I trailed off, remembering.

I heard him swallow rather loudly. "I said stop." He whispered.

"Why? You're bottling everything up. You avoid thinking of her at all costs and I'm tired of it!" I exclaimed. "How do you think she'd feel if she knew her own father didn't think about her once while he was away? Everyday, she thought about you. Everyday, she cried over you. She asked about you every. Single. Day. And you refuse to even let yourself think of her?"

"WHY?" he shouted, standing up from the bench, enraged. "I think of her every damn day, and it kills me! It kills me because I know she's crying for me, longing for me, wondering where the hell I am! It kills me because I can't be there for her, can't comfort her, I don't even know when or if I'll be back!" he paused, taking a deep breath.

Shaking his head, he spoke again, in an oddly calm voice. "But what kills me the most is that I promised her. Promised her that I'd never let anything happen to her, that I'd never hurt her. And then this happened."

I approached him cautiously, walking over until I was standing only a foot away from him. "You can't blame yourself." I whispered. "This is not your fault." All the anger in me had faded away.

"But it is." He countered. "I should have paid more attention, I should have been listening. I should have heard her coming."

"There's nothing you could have done, Edward." I said, looking right into his eyes. "It isn't your fault. If anything, it's mine. I should have seen it coming. I'm a pretty crappy psychic." I laughed sadly.

He shook his head. "No, it's-" but I placed a finger on his lips.

"How about we agree on this: it's not anybody's faults, and we're both dumbasses for thinking it was ours. Sound good?" I felt his lips twitch up into a smirk at my question, and I removed my finger.

He nodded, rolling his eyes and then abruptly pulled me into a tight hug. "Thank you." He whispered.

Next chapter is going back to the real world in the form of Bella's POV. Took me forever to write this. Sat at my computer for nearly three hours. It just wasn't coming to me like it normally does. Anyways, hope you liked it, reviews are lovely.