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Summary: Bella Swan is suddenly teleported to the Bronze Age through a mysterious portal where she's suddenly accused of murder. There's a mysterious man helping her and it turns out he's the queen's son, heir to the throne! Join Bella in her quest to prove her innocence, and more importantly, to return home before it's too late.

Rating: M (For several reasons, enough said.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, it belongs to SM. What does belong to me though is this plot and any original characters that I add in there. I repeat: I make no profit off of this.

CHAPTER TWO

Her eyes finally flashed to Bella with such fury, it could possibly murder someone. The woman's eyes darted up and down Bella's form, taking in the blood soaking Bella's clothing. "You!" Her finger pointed towards Bella in allegation. "Murderer!"

What in the world was going on?!

Suddenly several heavily clothed men burst through the open doors almost as if a signal had sent for them. "I want her thrown in jail for murdering my son!" the woman yelled, and even though Bella wanted to defend herself, all the bones in her body were telling her to run at the moment.

"Whoa, hold on, I didn't kill him!"

The woman's gaze grew more menacing, if that was even possible. "Do you play me for a fool?! Guards! Arrest her, now!" Almost as though she were a mind controller, the guards immediately accosted Bella with, what appeared to be, bronze spears and swords. Hell, if the woman's words didn't make her run, those weapons surely did. Bella noticed the trails of blood on the floor, leading away to a corridor where the real murderer escaped, figuring out that was her escape point, Bella chose to spring. She managed to avoid tripping and falling, but all hopes dashed away once she realized it was a dead end.

"What in the world?" she mumbled, and slumped to the ground; there was no way out. "This can't be possible, he was right here!"

The lady behind her laughed, her voice as cold as ice, "Oh please, now she's lying. I am going to make sure you get killed. A life for a life right? Let her rot in jail for a few days."

The guards grabbed onto Bella's arms and wrenched her from the floor. As they dragged her away, Bella battled and tried to snatch her wrist and elbow away from their death grip. "Wait!" she screamed. "There's a trail of blood from the murder to the corridor that I didn't put there!"

It wasn't until moments later that she realized her mistake: obviously no one could tell now, because when she ran her shoes smeared the blood, the only piece of evidence that could work in her favor. Bella wanted to smack herself but simply chose to let herself be dragged away instead.

It was very embarrassing, being dragged through the house with every single passerby staring. Bella chose to focus on the building's interior and what she stared at was shocking. Nothing reminded her of Forks. The walls were a deep red color and it looked as though curtains shielded them from people passing by. The floor held a certain symbol that looked pretty familiar. She wondered where she had seen that symbol before.

Bella chose to ignore the thought and finally noticed what everyone was wearing. Their raiment consisted of half revealing cloth that hid the necessities; it looked as though she had taken a trip to the past where people barely wore anything to cover themselves! Whispers suddenly fluttered past her ears:

"Do you see what she is wearing? How peculiar."

"Yes, strange indeed."

"What a deep shade of color; how was it put there?"

"The way it shamelessly shows off the curves she clearly does not possess makes her look like a common whore."

"Hey!" Bella screamed, struggling against her captors again. "Can you stop talking about me like I'm not here?!"

The coterie glared at her but quickly huffed and walked away, while the guards simply pulled her along down the halls. Now, she realized, this was a huge place. This couldn't be called a house, it was more like a mansion or some sort of palace! Her eyes caught a glimpse outside and they widened. There were no roads, no sidewalks, everything was made of brick and more brick! "What in the world..." she muttered with a worried expression. Nothing made sense at the moment.

Finally the guards dragged her down a flight of stairs that weren't at all smooth, which meant the jagged edges dug into her skin, drawing blood. "Damn it! This hurts, stop, I can walk by myself!" Bella screamed and thrashed, which only resulted in their grip to tighten. That was definitely going to bruise. "Or not..."

Finally, one man let go to open the cell which was made out of... wood and rusted bronze? Shouldn't they be made of metal or something? To make sure she couldn't break out of it? The guard, none too gently, tossed her inside the cell with the sickening sound of bronze clashing with bronze, to seal the opening. They left without saying a single word. Were they mute? "Assholes."

Bella rubbed her bruised arms to soothe the pain and generate some heat. This place was freezing cold and the cold rocks beneath her shoes weren't helping much. She tried to get up and walk but there wasn't enough space to stand upright; She had to crouch to be able to walk. This wasn't a cell! This was some sort of dog house for when the dog wasn't behaving properly. How degrading.

Standing up took too much effort so she chose to sit down and reflect on the day. What was happening to her? One moment she was at the library, then all of a sudden she was laying in a pool of blood being accused of murder without proof other than the blood staining her clothes. Sure, it seemed like proof but any DNA evidence would show that she didn't even touch the body. Bella shivered, she'd never seen a body up close before despite having her dad be a cop.

A slight bump on the ground beneath her cause to wiggle until she realized what the familiar feeling was, her phone! Bella reached for it with shaking fingers and slid the lock screen open; she wasn't shocked to find the familiar 'No Signal' sign on the upper left. Her vision blurred and finally the tears were shed, everything was so frustrating.

"I just want to go home..." Her voice cracked, displaying the deep amounts of agony she was currently feeling. None of this made any sense! That was even more frustrating! She pushed the phone back in her pocket; it had about 95% battery left which could last days, maybe even weeks if she simply just didn't use it. Other than the clothes on her back, this was the only connection she had with her old world, her old reality.

Is that what it was, a new world? These people talked weird, dressed weird, and the streets didn't look like anything she had seen back in Forks.

"Where am I?" she wondered out loud and her voice echoed; it was kind of lonely down here.

"You're in the Kingdom of Forks, of course." The voice giggled. Wonderful, now she was hearing voices.

"Oh great, now I'm hallucinating."

"How rude!" The voice squeaked, sounding quite offended, "I am no figment of your imagination."

"Oh really?" Bella challenged, not convinced, "Prove it."

The stranger simply sighed and approached the cell bars with a lamp in her hand, one of those old looking lamps with a candle. "Boo."

Bella shrieked, trying to move away from the offending stranger before laughing at the idiocy.

This stranger was a girl; she looked a little younger than Bella. Her hair was short and spiky, giving her a sort of pixie look. She wore a white cloak around her shoulders and she wasn't wearing any shoes. "Hi!" she greeted, excitement oozing from her voice, "My name's Alice."

"Um...Bella."

"Bella, huh? That sounds pretty, but foreign. You pronounce it funny," Alice commented, putting the lamp down to sit behind the bars.

A moment of silence stretched between the two while Bella looked at Alice as though she had two heads. "Um... What are you doing here?"

"Oh, keeping you company."

Another silence.

"Why?"

"Because I want to, you seem nice."

"Not scared that I'm supposedly the murderer?" Bella asked, with a curious look on her face. Alice's wide grin startled her, she was so full of joy it hurt to look at.

"Of course not, silly!" She giggled as though this was some sort of joke.

"Why not?"

"Because you didn't kill Emmett." she replied, matter of factly.

Bella's eyes widened; before her sat the only person in this cursed place that actually believed she was innocent. "So you know who did? Who is this Emmett anyway?"

Alice's smile faded quickly, too quickly. "Emmett was my brother, heir to the throne."

"Wait, so you're..." Bella trailed off, not finding the appropriate word.

Alice decided to help out, "Royalty? A princess? Of royal blood? Yeah choose your pick."

Bella's eyes widened again; this time they were as big as saucers. The fact that Alice was royalty wasn't surprising; she held an air of royalty around her so it was pretty obvious. But there were no royals in Forks. Suddenly the puzzle pieces were fitting together. She remembered reading in a history book that Forks used to be referred as the Kingdom of Forks but that was a long time ago. They didn't even refer to years as years back then. "Um...What year are we in?"

"Year? What's that?"

"Holy shit!" Bella squeaked. "I'm in the past!"

A/N: Well there you are, Bella's figured it out. Or has she? What do you guys think of Alice? She's going to be pretty important going forward. Bella and Edward will be meeting in chapter 4 but we'll see a glimpse of him next chapter. If you want to give me some love, there's the review button at the bottom :)

Until next Tuesday! :D