This chapter is dedicated to TAMASINE!

Tammy, can't believe you're moving! I'll miss you so much! Also, to the people that gave me my first reviews!

ox Lolly xo, IggyAteMySandwichAgain, amber and angelheartsonfire (tammy!)

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Chapter Three

Bella's POV

Bella paced the hotel room, waiting for Emmett to return. She sat and sighed. There was a magazine on her bedside table. She grabbed it and went through it, finding nothing to interest her. There was nothing to do here!

Emmett and Bella, after they had departed from the airport (due to...dangerous circumstances) had found a nearby hotel and were staying there for two nights, until they could get another plane to wherever they were going. Bella had never actually wanted to leave Forks – she had too many friends there. And Charlie! Speaking of Charlie, Bella had promised to call him regularly, because she had only told him that she and Emmett were moving out. She jumped off her bed and pulled her suitcase out from under it. She searched the front pockets but her phone wasn't there. Bella frowned and walked into the main living room, and then checked her back-pack. It wasn't in there. Bella became strangely paranoid, and started searching the entire room. Finally, she found a note on the bedside table that she hadn't noticed before.

Bella,

I know you will be angry but I have taken your phone.

I can't let you call Charlie; he can't know where you are.

We'll talk about it when I get back, but for now please don't leave the room.

Love from, Emmett

Bella sighed and dropped the note, watching as it drifted slowly to the ground. She picked up the phone on the table, and then dropped it again. She didn't know Charlie's number, but it was saved on her phone. The phone that Emmett had taken.

Perfect, she thought sarcastically.

Bella walked back into the main room and collapsed on to the sofa, grabbing the TV remote as she fell down. She pressed the ON button and flipped to a random channel. The news. Fantastic. She got to the report mid-way.

"...Airport there was a massacreon one of the planes, probably from some sort of gang, no one knows how they got in, but they do know that before the plane even got on the runway, around fifty people were killed. After only a few minutes the plane exploded, but lucky for them most passengers had not yet boarded. We have the story here from a witness, Carl Lysberg. Now Carl, can you tell us what happened?" the news reporter stopped and the screen changed to a sad-looking man. He was bald and had a tattoo on his left shoulder.

"It was just horrible," he said. "I was with my wife Janice and we heard some screamin', then we see people trying to get back into the airport, we saw some blood...it was not pretty. Then the flight attendants told us to move away, and so everyone around had to leave that area. So we all moved back, and the plane, after sittin' there for so long, just...exploded. It looked like some dynamite, and we were sure lucky it didn't spread to the terminal. We all would've been dust."

Bella changed the channel; she didn't want to hear it. But the next channel was the news too, and the same story was on. She frowned and turned it off.

Bella stood up and walked back into her bedroom, where she searched her bag for her clothes. She found a dull green tank top and blue jeans, which she brought with her to the bathroom. After a long, relaxing shower she got changed and ran back to her suitcase. She found her socks at the top and slid them onto her feet before running to the front door.

She was hungry! She knew they had a restaurant here somewhere. Bella took her wallet out from her bag on a peg and slid her sneakers on. Where had Emmett gone? She wondered. After a minute, it came to her – he was hunting.

He hadn't in a long time, but Bella wished he hadn't gone now. She felt an odd sense of unease creep over her, and she shivered. She opened the door, nearly forgetting her room key. Bella snorted at her forgetfulness and ran back inside, leaving the door open. She found the key-card on the table, where she slipped it into her jeans pocket and exited. She waited impatiently for the elevator, tapping her foot and grimacing.

She was very hungry. After five minutes she gave up and turned towards the stairs. Bella pushed open the heavy door and started walking down quickly. For anyone else, the worst thing that could happen would be to trip. For Bella, she was so clumsy that if she tripped it would probably be a death fall. But she continued carefully, not hearing any sounds of the elevator coming.

As she got to the last flight of stairs Bella felt confident, since she had not fallen yet. But after her second step her shoe-lace ironically came undone and she stepped on it. Her foot didn't move when the rest of her body leaned forward and she fell face-first. She slammed into the hard grey stairs and painfully slid down. She felt a huge ache on her knee and when she tried to get up she tumbled down the last few steps.

Bella lay there on the ground, groaning and tossing. Finally, she grabbed the railing nearest to her and pulled herself up to examine the damage. Her right knee had a rip in the jeans, and there was an awful cut on the skin below. Blood was dripping around in, staining her jeans. Bella swore mentally and noticed that her knee-cap was at a slightly weird angle. Hardly noticeable. But as soon as she put weight on it she nearly tumbled over. Again. She wiped her wet eyes and decided she wouldn't go out without Emmett again.

She found a little closet under the stairs and to her luck it was unlocked. She rummaged through it until she found a crutch. Good luck? It looked impossible. It had to be defective in some way. But Bella managed to make it out of the stairs and into the lobby, where there was no one around. The elevator came almost instantaneously, letting Bella give out a sigh of relief as she limped into it.

She leaned against the wall and reached out to press her floor number. Number five out of seven. Bella banged the side of the elevator as it stopped at floor number three. The doors opened and someone walked in.

It was a tall, pale woman. She had heaps of curly orange hair that looked like a raging fire, and she wore a T-shirt that said "PEACE" with a brown leather jacket on top of it. Her jeans were black and ripped in a lot of places, showing more white skin. She was incredibly beautiful, but slightly familiar. She smiled with her mouth closed at Bella and leaned against the opposite wall to her. She looked down and noticed Bella's cut.

"Oh dear." Her voice was like wind chimes, it was magical. "What's happened with you?" she didn't stop smiling, which made Bella shiver.

"What..." she looked down. "Oh, that. I, uh, fell down some stairs. I'm alright though."

"Well it's good that I've already had lunch." She stopped smiling and looked at Bella in an odd way, and Bella looked back. She finally noticed her eyes. It made her jump and gasp. They were completely red, with a small pupil in the middle.

"Uh...nice contacts..." she murmured. The woman nodded, still staring at Bella. No, Bella thought. My neck. She's staring at my neck! Bella realised what she was.

"You're a vampire." She whispered, horrified. The woman didn't look surprised.

"Well done. I thought you would've been quicker," she laughed. "Now, I'm going to let you go, on the condition that you don't tell your boyfriend that you ever saw me. If you do, just know, I have a friend and I really don't think he could take both of us." She walked out of the elevator on the fourth floor, leaving Bella speechless. There was something about her...she swore she had seen her before. The elevator made a ding noise and Bella stumbled out, and then hobbled down the hall and into her room.

Edward's POV

Rosalie sat at the far end of Edward's apartment, watching him.

Edward. She thought. Edward listened. I just wanted to tell you before-hand, Bella is going to die.

His head snapped up and he ran to Rosalie, then grabbed her and brought her close to him.

"What?" he snarled. Rosalie looked calm.

"She took Emmett from me! So I sent someone to kill her. And there's nothing you can do about it." She snapped, breaking his hold on her. They started a fight, but it was more like a dance. Edward picked her moves from her head and he was faster anyway. Rosalie let herself be backed up towards, the window, and at the last moment she dived out of it, glass shooting around her. She dived through the air, and then crashed in an alley. She fell on her back; put jumped back on her feet and glared at Edward seven stories higher.

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