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Deceiver

Summary:
Leaving behind everything that matters to her, she heads off to her own personnal hell to protect the ones she loves... After being blackmailed by the Volturi to join them, Bella and her coven go to Italy, breaking many people's hearts. While the others mourn, they fight to escape their jail. And when the do, what will they find in the world they left behind? Banner by Iris!


Notes:
Third installment of the Untruthful Series. I suggest you read the others first. All charecters except Becka, Aaron, Alex, KJ and Jasmine belong to Stephenie Meyers.


1. Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

I took a deep breath. This was it. Today was going to be the worst day of my life, and I was letting it happen. I was saving his life and his families. I was also losing my heart and dying.

Becka had called the Volturi, and had gotten it all set up for today. We would stage out deaths to save the people we loved and cared about. We no longer had a choice.

I went downstairs to find Charlie waiting for me. I felt so bad for him. Out of everyone I was leaving today, he would be the one I never would see again. Ever since I told him about the engagement, I had felt horrible. The time with him was so short. At least he had taken in it well.

“Hey there kiddo,” he said cheerfully, totally oblivious to the fact that he would never see me again.

“Hey Dad,” I said, smiling at him. I had already brought down all of my bags for the fake trip to Denver I was going on. He helped me take them all to my truck.

“Well, I guess you should head out. Are you meeting Becka at the airport?” he asked, sounding just like a concerned father.

I nodded. “Edward’s going to see me off there too,” I said quietly, staring down at his mothers ring. It felt like it actually belonged there. It was so beautiful, and always sparkled, even if there wasn’t any light.

“Well, I’m glad you’re going out to spend some time with your friends before you’re married,” Charlie said.

I smiled at him. “Me too,” I said emotionally.

He put an arm around my shoulders and walked me over to my trucks door. “Well, have fun Bells. Be careful,” he warned.

I smiled and nodded. I was almost glad I wouldn’t be here to see his reaction when he heard I was dead…

“Well, I better head out,” I said quietly, opening the door. He gave me a brief hug, and watched me drive off with a content smile on his face. It broke my dead heart.

I drove to Port Angeles in silence. I didn’t turn on the radio, or open the windows. I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts.

We had everything set. Becka and Aaron had gotten a private jet disguised as a small airplane to take us part of the way, and then got fake tickets for a normal flight to Denver. That way, no one would die except us.

“Hey there Bella,” Emmett boomed, making several people jump at his loud voice. I grinned at him, making myself seem happy.

“Hey there Emmett,” I called back at him. I could see him smiling in the shadows of the pillar by the entrance, surrounded by his family. While Rosalie, Jasper, Esme, Carlisle and Emmett all looked at ease and comfortable, Alice and Edward seemed tense. I prayed she didn’t see something and not tell anyone except Edward.

I grabbed all my bags, only to have Edward quickly walk over and take them all. He flashed me a crooked grin that made the breath leave my lungs in a love sick sigh. He chuckled and led me inside, his family following us.

When he set my bags into the bag storage area, he turned to me and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him as we waited for my flight. I saw Aaron, Alex and Becka in the corner. They were giving me time alone before I left, for which I was grateful.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Edward asked for the millionth time since I told him last week. His voice hinted towards the worry and stress he was feeling. And it would only get worse. Guilt stabbed me, and I moved away from that thought.

“Edward, I told you already. This is something the four of us have wanted to do since we were really young. I don’t think they want someone they don’t know to come,” I said.

“They could get to know me if they

tried,” he said thoughtfully.

I laughed. “Edward, I don’t think they would want my fiancé who I can’t form rational thoughts around to come. It would freak them out.”

He smiled. “Alex and Becka are a couple, are they not?” he pointed out.

I shrugged. “But they aren’t as open about it. They’re like best friends, except they hold hands and hug each other and stuff like that. I think I’ve seen them kiss once, and that was like those French greetings more. You know, a peck on each cheek.”

He raised his eyes. “I suppose I could see the difference then,” he said quietly, giving me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose. I giggled slightly, and noticed the quick glance Becka gave me. She pointed to the clock, and I understood.

It was time to go.

I stood slowly, and Edward reluctantly followed my lead. We both walked over to the gate, with his family.

“We’ll miss you sis,” Emmett said, giving me a tight hug. I laughed and hugged him back, pretending to gasp for breath. With a small laugh he set me down.

Rosalie and Jasper both smiled at me. “Well, hope you have fun in Denver,” Rosalie said uncertainly. I knew she wasn’t sure about me going.

“Yeah, be careful,” Jasper said with an easy smile. I nodded.

“Have fun.” Carlisle said as Esme gave me a quick hug.

“I will,” I lied convincingly. If you count crashing a plane and then going to Italy to be a slave as fun…

They all backed away then, and Edward came over. He looked at me, his face pained. “Please promise me you’ll be careful,” he whispered, unleashing his scorching eyes on me.

“I promise,” I whispered obediently.

“Don’t go off somewhere alone, and please remember that you are engaged. No going off with strange men,” he ordered, a hint of humor in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes. “Hey, I’m wearing the ring, right?” I asked, showing him my left hand where his ring was on. I promised myself I would never take it off.

He took my hand, and gently kissed my middle finger, right above the ring. “Yes you are, and I am grateful for that.”

“I love you,” I whispered, letting all my feelings loose in that small phrase that I had said to him so many times. It was always true, and would always be true.

“I love you too,” he said, kissing me lightly, though with passion. He pulled back with a sad smile, and pushed me to the gate, where Becka was waiting. “Go, have fun, and please call me once or twice.”

I smiled and nodded at him. Then I waved to his family as Becka led me off into the tunnel, and I couldn’t see them anymore.

Our trip had begun.