Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the creator of these intriguing characters. She and the filmmakers have made a fascinating and beautiful trilogy. I wish to borrow her background and add a plot twist of my own. I also made use of the site ' wiki/Volturi' a fantastic site if I may say and well worth a read for twilight fans.

This is a long chapter and for the squeamish readers - be warned this chapter has violence; I don't condone violence but hey we are in the company of vampires.

Chapter 39 – Sold into slavery

Jaspers POV

I joined the guys at the airport as Carlisle had asked and passing Jake I gave him a dirty look.

Thankfully I felt guilt pour out of him but I still had to say it "Do you know what trouble you and Bella have caused? We might be heading for a war with the Volturi because of your little rendezvous."

"Don't you think I realize that by now? I wish I could take it back but I can't. Anyway who the hell would have thought someone was targeting Bella? Neither of us would have done this if we had known" Jacob countered.

As we talked we were heading to the small hut that was used by the staff running this small airport.

At the moment there was no one at the office but there was a sign saying that they opened at eight a.m. and considering it was almost seven thirty we decided to wait. After all we didn't want to antagonize anyone.

After an hour an older person arrived in his truck. Once he saw us he stuck up his hand in greeting and proceeded to park the car in front of the hut.

When he came out of his car he said "Hi, young fellers! Haven't seen you here before"

We all smiled and waited for him to open the door to the hut but instead he turned around and said "Before I let you in I have to tell you that we don't have much here that you city folks would want" and then I realized that he was a bit anxious at seeing a bunch of 'city slickers' looking very ominous and parked on his doorstep.

I decided to use my gift as I said "we only came here to ask a few questions". As I said it I concentrated my powers on him.

He unlocked the door and motioned us ahead saying. "In that case come on in. First let me heat up the place, its freezing"

Once we all introduced ourselves John motioned us to sit down saying "How can I help"

I decided to take over and said "There was a plane here, that left just a few hours ago; do you know who it belonged to?"

"Which one?" He asked

This was becoming confusing "What do you mean which one?"

"There were two planes which one do you mean?"

We looked at one another and then I asked "Two planes?"

"Yes there were two different planes that came and stayed for a couple of days. They both paid me good money to keep the runway cleared; last night there was a terrible blizzard so Bob was working night shift to free the airstrip of all the snow" he explained.

He then went on to say. "This time we were especially lucky cause Bill's little girl got sick and we were able to move her to the hospital real fast; people often die down here before we can get them to the proper facilities in time".

My mind was still trying to digest the fact that there had been two planes so the rest of the conversation was lost on me. I tried to assess the new situation and then turned to him saying "They must have signed in the logbook"

"Oh yeah" he said "I got the logbook back here"

I followed him up to the visitors counter as he went to get the book and the others had come behind me all ready to look at the name but when he turned the book for us to read the names of the aviators they were totally illegible.

We all moaned as one and he looked up at us to see what the problem was and I showed him the signature.

"Sorry fellers, now I remember, Bob filled it in. Sometimes we do that if a customer comes at night; I should have checked".

"Can you or Bob describe their faces?" I asked my voice filled with hope.

"No" he said "Neither of us saw them; they both came at night when no one was here. They left an envelope with money and a note asking for parking, gas, and runway maintenance and stuck it in my letter box".

"Do you still have the note?" I asked hoping that this would give us a clue

"Yeah, it's in the back of the logbook" he said nodding his head toward the book.

I quickly turned the pages and found it.

Dear Sir,

We wish to make use of your airport and request a couple of things from you but as you see we are more than willing to pay. Our planes are in need of fuel and we also request that you maintain the runways so that we will be able to depart at a moment's notice.

If you have any questions please feel free to ask them but because we will only be in once in a while to watch over our airplanes we doubt that we will be able to see you. Would you please write your questions down and put them under our windshields. We will get back to you if necessary.

Your fellow aviators

There were no identifying marks on the paper and we realized that this was yet another dead end.

"I don't know the name of the people but I bet Bob knows the type of aircraft maybe even the model of the airplane they flew. He is a nut about flying and he knows a lot of those things I'll give you his number. You never know"

He wrote it down for us and I thanked him for his help but as I left he said "Maybe you can try at the Anchorage airport. They had small planes so they would have to go to a large airport before they could get out of the country".

"Thanks, you might just have a point there" I answered.

Alec's POV

I had put my airplane on auto pilot as I still had a half hour before I would be approaching Anchorage airport. I had taken some time out to observe Isabella. She swiftly realized that rubbing her eyes only made them more painful so she quickly ceased doing that. I'm sure she felt my presence as I saw her tilt her head trying to hear me; she was confused as she blinked her eyes in an attempt to see but other than that she was tranquil thanks to the 'Devils Breath'. While watching her I heard my telephone ring in the cockpit and I instantly saw her eyes widen and her head veer towards the sound.

Making sure the chains were secured I ran the palm of my hand across her cheek again knowing this would soothe her.

I then walked into the small cockpit and shut the door taking the phone in my hand while watching my instruments.

"Speaking"

"With Aro, how is the package?"

"Doing well, she was a fire ball when she arrived but I used a large dose of "Devils Breath" on her. Now she is very compliant" I snickered as I remembered her expression.

"Very good my son." Aro said and then went on to tell me the details I needed to know "Our safe house is in Brazil and I have a jet waiting for you in hangar four at the airport in Anchorage. You will be able to taxi up to the hangar and therefore it will be easy for you to transfer Isabella from one plane to the other. The coordinates and all information are in a map that I have had put in the jet. Be careful with our parcel, she is now in your care and you have my permission to do anything necessary to tame her. Most importantly, keep this telephone close at all times; we must keep each other informed of any changes in the present situation. Good luck!"

After the phone call, I took one last look at Isabella to make sure everything was ok and then started my decent.

Caius POV

After a twelve hour flight we finally landed in front of the Denali coven. Carlisle was waiting for us and he took us aside to see what was left of the assailant saying that he could not identify him.

I walked into the room where the body had been kept and looked at the head. I was shocked and then when I had recovered I told them "I know this vampire. His name is Nikolai; he was a tracker for the Volturi before Demetri joined us."

Edward looked up to me and said "He was the one I saw in Aro's mind when he was in the throne room"

I then looked up to the others and went further to explain "In the Egyptian wars Aro discovered Demetri's tracking powers and because they were stronger than Nikolai's he replaced him in our coven. Soon after that Nikolai disappeared and I always wondered what happened to him".

I then turned to Edward and Alexia who were standing together "Can Alexia help us to look at his memories; after all she can look into past events".

"We will try; but she can only see violent events in the past; things that have made an imprint in time. If a vampire is thinking of past events she can watch the images as I can read their minds but given the head was torn from the rump there is nothing left for either of us to read.

We heard Carlisle's phone ring and Carlisle quickly left the room to answer it. When he finished the call he came in to fill us in on the last news.

"That was Jazz, my son" he explained "he and the others were able to follow the trail but they didn't find Bella; instead they track ends at a small airport in the area. They went in to the office to talk to the staff and there seems to have been two planes that had recently left the airport. They think she has been taken in one of those two planes"

I grumbled, frustrated that they had lost her. Not knowing which way her bloody plane was headed didn't help me get over my aggravation.

Carlisle paused for a moment and went on with his explanation "The employee they spoke with doesn't know much about the people that owned the planes; it was all very secretive but he was able to give us a couple of tips. First of all; they used small aircraft that weren't equipped to make long flights so it might be an idea to look for them at Anchorage International. His other tip involved a co-worker. He is an airplane fanatic and he may know the type or model of the aircraft. It seems like a needle in a haystack but we have a lead. Jazz and Riley are coming back to discuss the situation with us. Then we can decide what our next move should be".

Alec's POV

After taking our plane to Porto Alegre area I went under the radar and back north until we were deep in the Amazon and close to Columbia. I wanted to make sure that if anyone were to follow me they would be far away from me when they landed. We had just arrived on the secluded runway and there was a jeep waiting for us. The landing had been smooth and I had just killed the engine. Leaving the cockpit, I walked to the back where Isabella had been sitting. I would have to use the elixir on her eyes before I would allow her out of the plane. She was quite compliant but I still had to hold her head to accomplish my goal. She whimpered as it seemed to burn but I stroked her cheek and it calmed her. I then picked her up and as I was not yet willing to take off her chains, I would carry her to the jeep.

I carried her to the passenger seat of the jeep and strapped her in. I then ran to the plane to pick up the necessary luggage and supplies I had brought with me and dumped it in the back. I closed and locked the plane and joined Isabella sitting on the driver's seat. I watched her as she moved in her chair. She was still groggy and I missed the fiery vixen she could be but I would wait until I reached the safe house. I started the motor and she was startled but didn't panic.

It took about ten minutes to get there and when we arrived I looked to see if anyone was around. Once I was sure that the building was empty. I picked Isabella up and carried her to her room in the safe house which had a placard on it saying 'parcel'. Once I opened the door and laid her on the bed I removed her shackles. I closed and locked the door behind me and saw out the corner of my eye that she had crawled over the bed and tried to stand up. After being immobile, blind and drugged for such a long time she needed to get her balance back so all attempts to stand were in vain.

I decided it was time to set things up. Now that I knew how long the elixir worked I would write down the dosages I gave her and the time I had given them on the chart next to the door; that and the small dosages of Devils Breath would be constantly recorded.

I got the luggage and my equipment out of the jeep and after unpacking it all I decided to take a shower; after all it had been a long journey to this place. I used special shampoo that was typical for this area its fragrance which, as the ointment I used, was based on the scent of frangipani. It was the beautiful flower that was a natural inhabitant of this area and surrounded the safe-house. I would also use this on her as I hoped the scent would always be attached to the house and the experiences she would have here. After my shower I felt a lot better. I dried myself off and covered my body with the frangipani ointment, it wasn't my favorite smell as its sweetness was overpowering but it was necessary. As I walked back to my bedroom my eyes fell on a small instrument and attached to it was a note.

Caretaker:

You can use this to disguise your voice while in the same room.

A.

I picked the device up and tried it out; it was unique. My mind reeled at all the possibilities; now I could stay in the same room and talk to her.

I made my way to her room while examining this wondrous instrument. Once I was in front of the door I concentrated on the job at hand. Through the one-way mirror I could see that she was sitting on the edge of her bed looking around the room and blinking her eyes. I picked up the speaker outside her room and asked "What is your name?"

She looked around the room trying to locate the origin of my voice as she said "My name is Isabella Swan"

I then snickered "Welcome to your new home Isabella Swan"

Isabella answered in an unsteady voice and tried to stand. After a couple of tries she gave up saying "But this isn't my home I belong with my mate Caius Volturi"

"No longer" I laughed "I have bought you from your owner at a dear price I might add"

She looked perplexed and again tried to stand up. This time she succeeded and she spread her hands out trying to feel for something but instead she stumbled and fell over holding her hands in front of herself to stop her fall and cried "I have no owner only a mate".

I sneered "He told me he was your mate so now that I have bought and paid for you, you are mine to keep"

"He had no right to sell me; my mate will pay you whatever you want for my return" She replied as stood up.

I scorned her saying "I am in no need of money as I have all I need here! I am however, in need of a mate".

Now she began to show fear "Please, listen. I have already been claimed by a king and have accepted his claim".

I roared "No, you will listen to me! He is not my king and he is not here to claim you. I now claim you as mine and you will comply for there is no Volturi here; we are now in South America and this is my domain."

I saw the surprise and desperation fill her "South America? I can't be you're lying!"

I put the speaker down and picked up the gadget. I opened the door and grabbed her arm pulling her towards me. She stumbled towards me but I felt that the effect of the Devils Breath was not as strong as it had been. It might be caused by the time-lapse since the last dosage or maybe because she was in shock and fighting its affect. I felt her fear as I pulled her along; she could not see where she was going and continued to stumble beside me so I held her by the waist. She pushed me away from her and lost her balance falling against the wall behind her.

"Don't be like that, you will soon enjoy your new life" I sneered as I pulled her up from the ground and held her in my arms. She was totally dependent on me and I loved that feeling of power; maybe it was me or maybe it was a vampire thing but power had always been my thrill.

Once we arrived at the showers I said. "Take your clothes off Isabella Swan"

I saw her fear of the unknown as she recoiled from me but after two steps she had backed herself against the wall.

I then said "I will give you one more chance but only this one time as I am not in a habit of repeating myself "Take you clothes off Isabella Swan or I will enjoy the pleasure of doing it for you"

I wasn't wrong, the effect of the dust was slowly weakening and her fear was climbing as she was helpless and blind. Knowing she had no choice she turned around to undress but I wouldn't accept this.

I then turned her to face me and said "I have had enough patience" and in one swift movement I removed her sweater and bra.

She fell on the ground swiftly covering her breasts with her arms. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she screamed "please stop, I will do as you ask, just please stop"

I stopped for a minute and she swiftly tried to stand. When I helped her up she allowed my touch but as soon as she stood, she pulled away from my hand and took off her remaining garments. I then turned on the shower and grabbed her elbow to help her in as I quickly joined her.

"I will help you to wash your hair" I said grabbing the shampoo and spreading in liberally in her hair.

Her nostrils flared and she asked "What is that smell? You are wearing it too; it seems to be all over the place"

"It is the smell of a beautiful flower that resides in this area" I replied.

I finished her hair and when I went further to lather her body in the same soap she pulled away and said "Please don't, I can do that"

I immediately hissed and warned her saying "Isabella behave otherwise I promise you will regret it".

Realizing that blindness and disorientation had made her defenseless she endured my touch and my body slowly curved up behind hers.