It was Saturday, and everyone had gathered at the end of the new tunnel, in front of a steel door. They were all wearing sunglasses, because they were about to see the sun for the first time in a decade and it could hurt their eyes. Vampires are very sensitive to light.

"Are you all ready?" Carlisle asked, "Remember, no stampeding. The elevator can only carry 10 people at the time."

Bella was super exited. She was going to be one of the first ten to go up. She had found out that it was very early spring outside, so she had dressed for the occasion in a long faux-suede coat with teddy-lining, leg warmers, beanie and a long lace-knit scarf. Because she was a vampire, she didn't really care if it was cold, but if was important that they didn't attract attention.

"It's not a proper opening without cutting a ribbon," Esme said, tying a scarlet silk ribbon on the door. "Could someone give a speech, please?"

Combeferre stepped forwards. "Ahem!" he said, "We are all gathered here today to take this elevator up to freedom. I would like to thank everyone who worked hard for this, and ask you all to remember that freedom is not to be taken for granted. You may cut the ribbon now."

Esme cut the ribbon, Carlisle pushed a button, and the elevator door opened. Bella was pushed aside as about 200 vampires started racing to get in first, totally not listning to Carlisle who was yelling at them to stop. Jasper was pushed on the ground, and lots of people stepped on him. The doors closed, and the elevator shot upwards like a rocket.

"Wonderful," said Combeferre sarcastically. "I told you we should have made a private event of it!"

"That's very against the rules for good socialism," said Enjolras, who was picking Jasper up from the floor and dusting him off. "This is not our fault, the blame is all with the werewolves who have been keeping those poor, downtrodden people trapped down here for ages. Let's just hope they don't get caught trespassing and we have to arrange a jailbreak as well."

"Actually, that sounds like fun!" said Emmett with a goofy grin on his face.

"Oh shut up!" Combeferre snapped.

The elevator came downstairs again. Edward and Bella went inside with Carlisle, Esme, Enjolras, Combeferre, Emmet, Rosalie, Jasper and Alice. The trip up took a while, because the shaft was several miles long. Bella was so exited she nearly cried. When the doors opened again, they came into a large storage room with a stair case.

"Now everyone must listen to me," said Carlisle. "Me and Enjolras will go up first, and knock on the door. If the coast is clear, someone will open. If not, we will have to wait until that bell over there starts ringing. That is a sign that if there is anyone waiting down here, it's OK to come up."

The door was opened, and Carlisle waved to the rest of them that they should come. They came up into another storage room, but this one was clearly above ground as it had windows. One door said "Kitchen" the other one said "Back Yard". Carlisle opened the door to the back yard, and they all snuck out.

It was wonderful to be out in the sun again! Bella had forgotten how fresh the air smelled outside in spring. She started dancing around on the lawn. Alice and Rosalie joined her, and Enjolras started singing the Marseillase. But Combeferre told him to shut up, because it was suspicious.

"I have parked a van around a corner," said Carlisle. "Let's go sight seeing around town!"

They drove around for several hours just looking at trees and houses and people. It was a bit crowded in the back of the van, so Bella sat in Edward's lap, and Alice in Jasper's. They drove to a village nearby, and had lunch at a picturesque old bistro before heading back home.

When they came back down the elevator, they were met by a man who came running frantically.

"You guys!" he yelled. "Something terrible has happened! Jacob Noir has escaped from his cell!"

"How is that even possible?" Enjolras asked. "He was chained on hands and feet, behind two barred doors and had a bag tied over his head!"

"Isn't that bloody obvious you simpletons!" Combeferre screamed as his face turned purple. "Someone let him OUT! We have a TRAITOR among us! I told you we had to be careful who to trust. I TOLD you we should never have allowed the daughter of the Werewolf-kisser René Aberforce to join our ranks! But NOOOoooo, nobody ever listens to Combeferre!"

"If you think Bella had anything to do with this..!" Edward said threateningly, grabbing Combeferre by the collar."

"No..." Bella said meekly, putting her hand on Edward's arm. "He is right to suspect me. But I assure you, Edward, from the bottom of my heart, I never told my dad anything." OK, so she had asked him to help build a tunnel, but not that it was done and opening today, or anything.

"Why should we believe you?" Combeferre demanded. Bella looked at the other people. Edward had her arm around her protectively, Esme and Carlisle looked sympathically at her, and Enjolras had a sad expression because they were old friends.

"Because..." said Bella, "Because I'm not in my dad's side." It broke her heart to say so, but if he was really a werewolf now, he was no longer the dad she had known and loved, and who had loved her as his little girl for almost 100 years. He was evil now, and capable of hurting the people she cared about. "I have no daddy anymore!" Then she broke down crying into Edward's shoulder.

"Don't cry, Bella," Edward said softly. "You are one of us now. Carlisle can be your dad from now on, just like he is Alice's. Come and live with us, we have more than enough room."

Bella dried her eyes. "Thank you," she said. "But I have to stay and look after Cosette and my mom. They need me now."

"Just know that we are here for you, dear," Said Esme, and hugged her.

"And just like that you trust her?" Combeferre asked incredulous.

"Yes, we do," said Carlisle. "Come on, Bella. Edward and me will walk you home."

Esme took the other kids to the Cullen house. When they were all gone, Combeferre turned to Enjolras and said "Keep an eye on her!"

"Sure," said Enjolras. "She's my friend after all."

"I don't think you understood what I meant," Combeferre said impatiently. "I want you to spy on her! You have to become more than just a friend to her. You'll have to be her best friend, her only friend. Break up her and Edward, if you have to."

"I can't do that," Enjolras said, "I don't want to."

"Remember what is at stake here!" Combeferre snarled. "You can do this for the cause, and you WILL. Because that's just how you are."

"Alright, then," said Enjolras. "I'll be her best friend, and get her to confide everything to me. But I seriously think that will be a waste of my time, because she's got nothing to hide."

"Good boy," said Combeferre.

Edward kissed Bella goodnight outside her house, and was about to go home with Carlisle when Eponine came by. She had washed her goth off, and was wearing distressed jeans, leather jacket and a shirt that said "gLaM rOcK" in gold letters.

"You haven't seen my mom and dad anywhere?" she asked. "They said they were going outside, and they aren't home yet."

"They weren't in our group," said Carlisle. "There were a lot of people who went up without permission. We don't know who all of them were and if they came back."

Eponine sighed. "They have probably hit the town or something. Always said they'd do that when they got a chance. Dad knows this guy who steals blood from the hospital, so if they have got red eyes when they return, you know where they have been." She shrugged and went on her way.

In the house, Charline was cooking supper, and René was busy chipping away on a new bedroom for himself because he "snored". Bella felt a little bad for selling him out, but that was the sort of things one had to be prepared for in a revolution when one was being betrayed. Enjolras had told her many times.

"Cosette has gone to the cinema with Marius," Charline said happily. "It is so good to see her so happy, to see you both so happy!"

"Yeah," said Bella and didn't feel happy at all. A part of her wanted nothing more than to move in with her amazing, wonderful, glorious, beautiful Edward and his made-of-win family. But she knew she had a duty to her mom and her little sister. She couldn't just leave them alone with a treacherous werewolf. Cosette was only 14 in vampire years, and Charline just wasn't a genius. Bella sighed, and started setting the table.