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See you again.

Edward leaves Bella, and when Alice returns, she and Bella race to Italy to save Edward, that sounds about right?... Okay twist: Bella doesn’t get there in time to save him, she watches the Volturi rib him apart and burn him, and then watches numbly as the turn to her, having seen all this and kills her as well. And you think now… WTF? If Bella and Edward are dead why should I read this stupid Story? Double twist: Bella is alive! Well sorta, she lives now as a girl named Elizabeth, having been reborn. She's 18 years old, and comes from the state of Washington. She has no memories what so ever of what have happened to her in her previous life. So what will happen when two mysterious beautiful and strange men kidnap’s her?... This story is on hold, until I finish it comepletely, it's not fair to you... or myself.. I promise it will be done soon...

The story is almost completed, and i will finish it before the last chapter is uploaded. I will upload one everytime the latest chapter has been aproved. Love you.

4. Scary hostage situation.

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Chapter four: Scary hostage situation.

One was a tiny, extremely thin, and pixie-like – it made me wonder if she had fairy wings growing out her back – she had black, short hair, carefully fixed in a wild hairdo.

The other one was far more stunning. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back, and she had a gorgeous figure that any girl would just die for, even me.

“Hi, I’m Alice,” the tiny pixie-like girl said in a voice, that was only to be expected, it was a light singing voice. “You are Elizabeth.” She said gently, but she made a face when she said my name. What is the deal with these people and my first name?!

I frowned. “Hi.”

“She looks like her.” The blond women snickered. “Pretty ordinary, though her hair and eyes are different, and she’s not quite that pale.” She said frankly. “So how can you be sure it’s really her?” she asked the kind doctor.

“I have trust in Matthew,” the kind Doctor said, “he wouldn’t lie to us, Rosalie.”

“If you say so,” She said shortly, and then she gave me a look, I didn’t quite understand.

“Rose…” The big one said. But the queen didn’t bother to stick around and listen. She ignored him like you would ignore a homeless person on the streets. Though I appreciated her attempt to convince them I was the wrong girl, no matter what her reasons were. I didn’t like her. She just looked at me with so much revulsion. It was scary…

“I’m sorry about that,” Carlisle said, “she doesn’t mean anything about it, she’s just frustrated.”

“No she’s right!” I exclaimed “I’m not who you think I am, I’m not Isabella, I’m sorry... But Rosaline is right,” there was a faint hiss, coming from upstairs, and Emmett choked a laugh, I ignored it and continued. "I don't know why yo think I'm this person, my name is Elizabeth God dammit!" I took in a deep breath trying to cool my burning rage, “It’s not me.” I said finally.

“We know this is very confusing for you, Elizabeth.” Jasper said moving to my side. He placed a hard and cold hand on my arm. “We will try to explain everything soon enough, but right now you need to relax.”

“Why thank you sooo much.”I said sarcasm soaking every word.

Jasper let it go, walked over to the tiny pixie like girl, and together they left the room.

Another beautiful women walked down the stairs – I shouldn’t have been surprised, since every one I’ve seen today was more beautiful then your average supermodel – it still caught me of guard, and I don’t think I’d ever get used to it.

“Welcome Elizabeth.” She greeted me warmly.

“Oh, t-thank you,” I stuttered.

“How are you feeling?” she asked me.

She reminded me of my mother, thinking about my mom, made the waterfall behind my eyes poor out like an open hatch.

She was there in a split second, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t trust my voice, so I just turned my face the other way.

“It’s okay Esme. She’s exhausted.” Carlisle soothed. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk later.”

For the next hour – after Carlisle declared my ankle for broken, and wrapped it in bandages – I just sat by myself, keeping an eye on Emmett while he was watching TV. Every time he turned to look at me, I gave him an evil glare. But it didn’t seem to touch his good mood, he just kept grinning at me… Which annoyed me more then it should.

“Whooooo!” He roared, and shot his arms in the air. It made me flinch, and send another of my evil glares at him. “I’m sorry, did I scare you?” he mocked.

“You couldn’t scare an old lady, in a dark alley.” I growled.

“You would be surprised… even though Granma’s aren’t really my favorites.” He grinned.

I had no idea what he was talking about. But that was actually kinda scary. “You’re an idiot.” I growled trying to hide my fear.

“That’s Mr. Idiot to you.” He stated.

“Stop it Emmett.” The tiny pixie-girl which name I’d forgotten, said. She walked down the stairs and I wondered when she had gone up there.

“Thanks.” I mouthed at her, and she smiled in response.

I yawned.

“Come on Bell... err Elizabeth” The tiny girl said. “I’ll find you a more comfortable spot.”

She grabbed me under her arm, and walked me up the stairs. We walked down a long hall, after been almost carried up the stairs by the pixie girl, she was stronger than she looked, and most defiantly not very patient. The hall was just as bright as the other room. There was an antique cross hanging on the wall, and I couldn’t help but stare at it. It looked hand carved and centuries old.

She walked me down the hall, and we passed several doors, before she stopped outside the last one.

“You can sleep in here.” She said, and opened the door.

The room was dark, but she flipped on the lights, and walked me inside on the black leather sofa to the left.

She pulled a blanket over me, and lifted my right foot gently on top of some pillows on the couch. I hadn’t seen her up close before, and now I noticed she had faint bruises under her golden eyes.

“Aren’t you tired?” I asked yawning.

“No I’m not tired.” She chuckled, like it was humorous.

She tugged me in, and I felt like I was 5 years old again.

I blushed, “Thanks.” I tried smiling, but it was a poor attempt. It was weird that I was trying to be polite to these people, when that was a crazy thing to do, considering the fact that I was their hostage.

She smiled back unchanged. “Goodnight.” She said and walked out turning off the light, and closed the door behind her…

I laid there for a minute adjusting to the dark. When my eyes could focus I scanned the room, there was nothing extraordinary about it. But I did wonder why there was no bed in here. Was it some kind of office?

I pulled of the blanket and jumped on one leg to the book shelves. I flipped the switch on the tiny lamp standing on the top shelf, the light wasn’t strong but it was enough for me to see what the names on the books and CD’s was. There was tons of music. A lot of classical music, some of the music was over 100 years old. There was most music from the 50’s and 80’s. The books were all classic’s, Shakespeare, Emily Brönte, and Jane Austin. Whoever lived here had a very nice taste.

I jumped to a closet next to the books shelves, maybe I could figure out if it at least was a boy or a girl who lived here. I opened the doors, and was slightly surprised to find male clothes inside. I looked closer and I saw that all the clothes were very light colors as well. Everything in the closet smelled sweet, like flowers, and honey. There was a white T-shirt in the bottom of the closet. I picked it up, and unconsciously breathed it in, it smelled so familiar and safe, that I felt an ache in my stomach. I jumped back to the couch with the T-shirt, and laid back under the blanket’s and tucked the T-shirt up under my head. The smell soothed me, and I desperately needed soothing.


Later I woke, when there was a faint knock on the door.

“Yeah?” I asked groggily.

“Can I come in?” The girl, which name I now remembered was Alice, sounded from behind the door.

I stuffed the T-shirt under the pillows. I didn’t want to be caught with it, snuggled closely in to me like that. “Yeah, come in Alice.”

The door opened and the tiny girl danced a little sadly inside, and over to me on the couch.

“What is it?” I asked suspicious, when she didn’t say anything, she just stared out into nothing.

“You don’t like me.” She pouted unhappily.

“Of course I like you,” I lied, poorly.

She pouted harder. It looked kinda funny actually, and I couldn’t help to crack a smile.

“It’s just that well, you kinda kidnapped me…” I crossed my arms, “So I really don’t see any reason for me to like any of you,” I thought about Emmett.

She was still pouting, when she spoke again, and it looked funny on her, “We used to be best friends you know,” she said as a matter of fact. “I’m so sorry for what happened, I… I just couldn’t do anything. I’m really sorry.” She said frantically.

I looked at her idiotically. “Are we talking about you kidnapping me?” I asked, she didn’t answer, she just looked at my silly, “if we are, then if you really feel bad about it, you could help me escape, or something.”

She laughed, “I’m not gonna help you run away Bella.”

“Oh,” I said, frowning that she called me Bella, again, “then what where you talking about?” I asked.

She stopped laughing and sighed, “Nothing, you’ll find out for yourself.” She said, annoying me.

“Fine,” I sighed, “I don’t care anyway.” I said knowing how harsh it sounded.

Alice smiled a half smile, “are you hungry?” she asked, ignoring my rudeness.

“No,” I lied, but in that moment my stomach growled loudly like it was an living lie detector. I frowned, “okay maybe a little.” I confessed.

“Come on,” she said standing gracefully, “Esme has cooked something for you.”

I was baffled at how nice they were treating me. It made me forget – almost – that I was their hostage. “Thank you Alice.” I said politely, and removed the blankets wrapped over me like a five year old, by her.

“Let me help you,” she offered and gave me a hand when I tried to stand by myself.

“I don’t like to be this helpless.” I said irritated, taking her hand.

“There is no shame in needing help sometimes Bella.” Alice chuckled.

“Elizabeth,” I corrected her shortly.

She walked me down the hall and down the stairs, into the living room. Emmett was sitting in the larger of the two couches still watching TV.

“What time is it?” I asked Alice silently.

“It’s nine, fifteen am.” She said and smiled.

“When can I go home?” I whispered.

“You are home.” She said pouting again.

I frowned, I didn’t want to discuss this with her, they just wouldn’t listen to me, and it was getting old.

She planted me next to Emmett – ignoring my silent objections – and walked away. I moved myself, as far away from the big bully in the way to little couch, and crossed my arms like an unhappy adolescent.

“Hey Bells.” Emmett grinned at me.

“Jerk,” I muttered back, not looking at him.

He laughed, “Glad to see you’re well rested.”

I glared at him, like I had for the last day or so.

“Here you are.” Alice came into the room, carrying a small tray of food. She smiled and handed me the tray, there was a fine white plate on it, with fried eggs and bacon. There was also a glass of orange Juice. “There are clean clothes up in your room, I picked it out myself.” She sang, something about that should frighten me I thought.

She snatched the remote control out of Emmett’s unsuspecting hands, and switched the channel to something else not centering about sports.

“Hey, I was watching that!” he complained, and growled at her.

“Oh well, it just sucks to be you.” She mocked him cheerfully, and I couldn’t help but laugh. He sent me a warningly glare, and I was suddenly very busy with my food. No way was I getting in between that…

“You give that back to me, or I will…” he started.

“Take it by force, at least you will try, but in the end…” She said, and looked away like she was looking on something in the room only she could see. “I win!” she declared shortly after, and gave Emmett a daring glare.

He hissed at her and stomped out of the room, like a four year old.