Again some of the characters do not belong to me, they belong to the author. The idea for the story does belong to me. Again thank you to all the people following this story, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

She had no idea how she had made into the room with the guy dressed in the white suit.

"Your finally wake dearie…now we can begin." Aro said while coming towards Bella. She was again strapped to the wall, with her hands above her head. She was somehow dressed in the tunic she had worn from before, the tunic was soaking wet and clinging to her body. She could not move, he had some how managed to strap her head into a position where she could not move it and had look directly at him. He stopped in front of her, smiling an evil smile. "Lets see what torture device I should use today." He said while going back to the table that was set-up in the middle of the room. He picked up what looked to be a scalpel. She tried to move, but her wrist began to hurt from her movements. She cried as he came towards her. He stopped right in front of her, playing with the scalpel in his hand and just smirking at her. "I love these things…I see why doctors use them." He said while running the blade across her shoulder, she felt intense pain coming from her shoulder. He then ran the blade across her other shoulder-blade and she whimpered, causing him to laugh. "You are so weak." He said while moving the top of her tunic around so he could see his earlier handy work. "What's this…it's almost gone?" He questioned her. She whimpered at the thought of him finding out that Edward had helped her.

"I heal quickly." She screamed.

"I did not ask." He said while hitting her again. He sliced the knife across her wrist, all the way down to her elbow. He did the same to other arm. She could feel the blood trickling down her skin. He wiped one of his fingers across the blood that was trickling down her arm and then proceeded to stick his finger that had blood covering it, in his mouth. "You taste so delicious…but you're a halfling." He spit. She watched him move over to the pit in the middle of the room. He began to light the pit and smirking when he turned to face her. "Bring in the table." He called out to no one. It did not take but a few minutes before someone was wheeling in a table and putting it beside the pit. "Bring her to me." He told the man.

"Sure thing brother…how's the torturing going?" This older man asked, he had been the one to bring the table in. He had long dark curly brown hair.

"Why ask such a stupid question Marcus." Aro said while turning to face the older man. "Just bring her to me." Aro shouted at Marcus.

"I am going little brother…Caius was looking for you." Marcus said while coming towards Bella. He untied her chains and picked up bridal style and carried her over to the table. He placed her gently on to the table, while strapping her arms and legs down.

"Is he stupid…he knows I am working today." Aro growled. While taking one of the knives he had the table beside her and stabbing her with one. "Leave me Marcus…I am bored with your company." Aro growled at Marcus.

"Do not growl at me little brother." Marcus hissed back at Aro has he left the room.

"You are too soft hearted…remember when you would kill a whole room full of people just for the fun of it." Aro shouted at the door, before looking back at Bella. "Now…shall we begin?" He said while placing her feet into straps that were hanging from the ceiling. "Now this is a fun." He said while placing her feet over the pit. She could feel her skin becoming warm, it was not uncomfortable, it was actually kind of nice. She noticed him making the fire bigger, to where the flames were tickling her skin. Instead of being comfortable warmth on her feet, it now was a burning sensation. She wanted to move her feet but the straps were cutting into her skin. She wanted to scream but was too scared to. She tried to move but nothing was helping. He cranked the fire down, her feet and calves burned. She just wanted to run cold water all over them. She did not know how long this went on. He would burn her skin over and over, while taking feet off the fire for just a few minutes. He finally wheeled her away from the fire. Taking one of his knives, he sliced her fingertips open. She screamed because the pain hurt way too much, along with the burning sensation she was feeling on her feet. "Shut up." He growled while hitting her.

Later on

Her whole body ached when she was finally woken up later. She was resting her head on the bars of her cell. Someone was coming into her cell; she tried to move to see who it was. She was terrified it was Aro that he was coming back for her. She could feel the person coming towards her. She whimpered and tried to move away from the person, she did not want to look up. She was so afraid that they would cause her more pain.

"Its okay." Edward said while sitting down beside her. "How are you feeling?" She just gave him a strange look. "Sorry…I keep forgetting not to ask that." He said while moving her, so she was sitting between his legs, she whimpered in pain when he moved her. "Shh." He said while resting his head on top of hers. "I can't give you anymore of my blood tonight…its too soon."

"Why?" She asked, not asking about the blood but asking why she was there.

"I just can't." He said not understanding what she had asked.

"Why am I here?" She tried again. Her stomach grumbled and she just cried. Trying to remember when was the last time she had something to eat.

"Here." He said while picking up a bag. He placed the bag in her lap. "I couldn't bring anything else." She opened the bag to find a few slices of bread. She turned her head to look up at him.

"Thank you." She did not care that it was just bread slices. She was just starving.

"I think they forget humans need to eat." He said laughing. She began to munch on the bread, but soon her mouth became thirsty. She looked up to him and it was like he could read her mind because he produced a bottle of water. She took a long swig of the water, before smiling up at him. He just kissed her forehead.

"My feet are burning." She cried. They felt like someone had torched them, which is exactly what had happened. She wanted it all to be over.

"I am so sorry." He said while holding her tighter. He wanted to help her, but had no idea how. It would be hard has hell to get her out of here. He had thought up plans of escape but nothing seemed possible. "Do you know why they are doing this…why the High King what's you dead?"

"No." She said while crying. "I met him…the High King…he said…that I am his son's child…a halfling…do you know what he means?" She said while looking up at him, she had tears forming her eyes. He studied her face, imprinting every feature of her face to memory. There was something so familiar about her eyes, he just did not know why, until now. They were his High Prince's and first vampire's eyes. There had only been two people in this world that he knew of, that had those eyes. The High Prince and her Majesty the late High Queen, Luminița. Luminița had been the first vampire. And now with Bella that made three people who had those rare eyes.

"I don't know why I did not notice it until now." He said while still studying her. "You look just like him."

"Who?" She asked.

"Your father." He replied. He could not believe how he not noticed that she looked just like Charlie or that the High Prince and Renée had actually created the little creature sitting between his legs. The little creature that he was starting to see has something more. She could be the twin for her Majesty the late High Queen, Luminița. "How had I not noticed this, but from what I had noticed with the rest of the guys. They had not noticed either, his Majesty the High King, Aro, Frank, and the good doctor had kept it a secret, but how," he wondered.

"My father…I look nothing like him." She was beginning to freak out.

"But you do… you look just like your real father…the High King was right." He stopped talking because her eyes had got wider. "You're the High prince's daughter…you have no idea what the means for you." He now understood why the High King wanted her dead. "She was not even suppose to be and she went against their laws," he thought.

"It can't be…my mother has never left Wescott."

"Your mother is Renée…correct?"

"Yes…how did you know that?" She was afraid that all this might actually be true.

"Because I know your father…your real father…he loved your mother so much."

"My mother is married to my father…they love each other." She demanded. She did not want any of this to be true.

"Your mother…she came to New York for art school…I don't know why your grandparents allowed it…but they did-"

"That just can be." She said while cutting him off.

"It is…your mother…her name was Renée Lockhart…right?"

"Yes."

"I have met her…when she was only 14…she was in New York for art…your mother met you real father…the High Prince while she was in New York." She just shook her head at him.

"How do you know all of this stuff?"

"I was there…I am the High Prince's…Charlie's body guard…I was there when they first met." Before he could say anything else, they heard movement coming down the hall. "Shit…I have to go before he anyone catches us…I promise I will get you out of here…Princess Bella." He said while kissing her forehead and standing up.

"I am not a princess." She shouted. She did not want any of this to be true.

"Shh…don't get people coming down here…I will be skinned alive for helping you and they will sure beat you for me helping you." He said while picking up the bag and empty bottle of water. "And by your birth right…you are the Grand Princess…it is the title that would have been given to you...had everything went the right way." He said while smiling at her. "I promise to be back tomorrow." He said before he left her to her thoughts. She could not understand anything and wished that she could just be at her parent's house, riding her beautiful Thoroughbred or sipping coffee with her mother out on the porch over looking their huge pool, while the sun was rising. Instead of being stuck in this place, she did not want to be anywhere else but with her parents at that moment. She was afraid that Edward would not be able to get her out of this and she would die here. She cried herself to sleep that night.

Dream

Bella's eyes lit up at her surroundings. She was standing in a huge, beautifully decorated room. Not even her aunt Esme could decorate something this beautiful and she had been in many decorating magazines. There was a large wooden table in the middle of the room. The table had thick baluster legs and a planked top that looked to have been distressed to give it that old-time feel. The chairs around the table also had baluster legs and a vase-shaped back. Both the table and chairs were beautifully crafted. Regency style, crystal chandeliers were hung around the room. She could count eight of them. There was a huge fireplace, placed directly center with the table. The fireplace was huge and done in marble; it was also painted blue to go with the room. A fire was a blazing in the fireplace. There was dark blue Regency style couches at each end of the great room. The flooring was done in a dark-colored wood, while the walls were done in a dark blue color. The ceiling on the other hand was done in white. Bella had never seen something so beautiful in her life. There were huge oil paintings throughout the room, of various countryside's and of people she had never seen before. Looking down, she noticed she was not dressed in the tunic she had been wearing for the past couple days. She instead was wearing a white colored Victorian style dress with a modern twist to it. It was a white strapless ball gown with a sweetheart neckline, with beading embroidered around the corset. The skirting was made out of tulle and was puffy. She was also wearing a see through matching jacket. Her hair was not matted anymore, but brushed out and in a fishtail style braid. She could not believe she was standing in the beautiful room or that she was wearing the outfit she was. "Something had happened, that was for sure, but what," she thought. She heard the door at the far end of the room opening. A beautiful woman with long wavy platinum blond hair and ice blue eyes came through the door. She looked like someone else Bella had met. The woman who was walking towards Bella had olive skin that looked like she was from Italy or Greece. She was not much taller than Bella. She was dressed in a Regency style dress. The dress was detailed with lace and satin ribbons and was a high-waisted gown. Lace trimmed the elbow length sleeves and the hemline. The neckline was a cut square and the sleeves were small and puffed, barely covering her shoulders. The dress was a beautiful light blue color.

"Oh Bella." The woman said while rushing towards Bella. Bella backed up a bit, trying to put distance between her and the woman. "Oh dear me…where is my manners…you must be scared of me." The woman said while stopping just a few feet in front of Bella. "You do not have to fear me…I would never hurt you."

"Who are you?" Bella asked, still scared that something bad might happen.

"I am Elena…the High Queen…or should I say the late High Queen." The older woman said laughing and smiling. Bella's eyes widen for fear the High King would come in shortly and kill her. "Your grandmother." The woman's smile got bigger. "You do not know me…but I know you…I have been watching over you since the moment you were born."

"Your not my grandmother."

"But I am…I was there when you were born…I helped your mother give you, your father's blood…so you may live…I also told her what do you when you turned 13." Elena replied.

"Your not." Bella said while crying.

"Oh sweet Bella…if I had lived…I would have visited some how…I had kept you a secret for 23 years."

"Please…stop." Bella cried.

"You have nothing to fear from me Bella…I made sure you lived…but that does not matter right now…we do not have much time."

"Much time…for what?" Bella asked.

"Come dear." Elena said while giving Bella her hand. Bella just looked at it, like it was snake and it was going to bite her. "Fine then…just come dear…I want to show you something." Elena said while walking out of the room, Bella followed her, but was very weary that something bad was going to happen. They ended up in a circler suit. There were four doors leading off to various parts that Bella did not know where. Elena chose the door closes to them; the room inside was a huge closet. Elena hit a button that made one of the drawers open, showing several tiaras. Bella watched has Elena picked up one of the tiaras, the tiara was made of yellow gold and had diamonds and pearls on it. It was very modest, but very beautiful looking. "This is yours." Elena said while turning around facing Bella with the tiara. Bella slowly walked towards Elena.

"What do you mean this is mine?" Bella asked.

"You are a princess my dear…the Grand Princess at that." Elena said smiling. "Bend down dear…you're a little taller than me." Elena instructed. Bella lowered herself but kept a watchful eye on Elena. "This was my mother's tiara and mine…my mother gave me this tiara when I came of age…I remember loving this tiara more than the rest." Elena said while putting the tiara atop Bella's head. "And now…it's yours."

"How…what about your daughter?" Bella asked.

"Bridgette…has her own tiara's…she was a spoiled child." Elena said while looking back at her tiaras. "She thought this one was boring looking…I left her others…but this one belonged with someone who would love it like I did."

"Thank you…but how is it mine?"

"I have never told anyone about you…but my brother Charles…I told him on one of my trips to England…shortly before I died…I don't know if I knew I was going to die…but I told him and made him promise me…that he would not tell anyone…he has kept his promise…but I told him…to keep certain tiaras held back…until you could come and get them." Elena said smiling at her granddaughter. "You are beautiful…you look just like my son."

"Thank you."

"You are my granddaughter…no need to thank me…just wear it with pride."

"I will." Bella said. She was still confused to no end, but this beat living in that cell. "How are you here?"

"I have come to warn you…but enough of that for now…I have brought two people with me that would love to meet you." Before Bella noticed, they were standing in the room from before.

"Who?" Bella asked. Before she could ask anything else, two people walked into the room. One was a woman with dark brown hair tied up in a bun and chestnut-brown eyes, with pretty olive skin. She was dressed in a dress from the Georgian era and it made her look like a Goddess. She smiled at Bella, while the man beside her grinned at Elena.

"She does look like my grandson." The man said smiling. The man had short dirty blonde hair and honey brown eyes. He was not tan skinned, but more pale like Bella. He dressed in an outfit that would have been worn back during the Georgian era. "Hello dear…my name is Peter…and this here." He said while putting one of his arms around the other woman in the room. "Is my beautiful wife…Helena…we are you great grandparents." He said while smiling at her.

"Hello Isabella." Helena said while smiling at Bella.

"Hello." Bella replied.

"My son is more like his grandmother than I would like…I do not know why he treats you the way he does…when his own mother was human before she was turned."Peter said while smiling at Bella. Bella looked over to Helena with a weird expression.

"Yes dear… I was a human…like your mother…when I fell in love with Peter…I was just a country-bred girl from Virginia…I had many sisters and brothers and…I was the youngest…when I met Peter." Helena said while stopping to think about the first time she saw Peter. "I was looking for an escape from the country and he gave me that…I fell for him from the first time I saw him…he later explained it had to do with me being his mate." She said smiling.

"Yes…I do not know why my son is so cruel…Bridgette is the same way…she has my mothers mean streak in her." Peter said while shaking his head in a displeasing manner.

"When Bridge started showing signs of being has cruel has her father…I refused to give Nate anymore children…he was so mad at me." Elena explained. "But back to why we are here-"

"Why are we here and why are we dressed the way we are…and where the hell are we?" Bella said cutting Elena off. She wanted answers to why she was standing in a room with people who had been dead for years. Everything was starting to scare her.

"First…we are at my house in...it just outside of London…the place where I grew up…I loved this house and missed it so much when I moved." Elena trailed off like she was remembering something. "Second…the reason we are dressed the way we are…is because…take me for a sample…I grew up during the Regency era…while Helena grew up during the Georgian era…we are dressed in the time period that we loved the most…you my dear…must love the Victorian period." She said smiling. "The reason we are here…is to warn you."

"Warn me…warn me for what…I have been held captive." Bella cried.

"I know…and I am so sorry…I have tried to protect you since you were born…but you have to listen to me before our time runs out…okay." Elena said while looking at Bella.

"Okay." Bella replied.

"You are going to think you won…but you didn't…something else will be coming…be ready…and trust Edward…he will do everything in his power to protect you…trust him." Elena's voice was starting to sound distance. Bella could see everything around her disappearing.

"Wait what do you mean?" Bella called out, but everything was white around her and no one was answering.