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When the Missing Come Home

Summary:
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“We found her Chief Swan, she’s ALIVE! We found Isabella!" Alive? She had really survived the last tens years? They said I was going home but where was home now? OOC AU Dark themed you've been warned. No rape! But there is talk about slaves and physical abuse Bella x Edward


Notes:
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
This is A Bella and Edward Story, F.Y.I. on the banner you all will probaly recongnize the picture of Stella but it's what I envisioned Stella looking like. For those who dont it's Ashley Greene.


2. Chapter 2

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Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

When the Missing Come Home

Chapter 2

Isabella's POV

I knew the minute my new Master left my side. I searched out the coldness and comfort, but it left with him. It was confusing when I was alone, I did not know what to do. I wanted to find something familiar, something comforting, so I slipped off the bed and snuck out into the hallway. Quietly, I peeked into each room until I found what I was looking for.

"Stella?"

"Come on Bella, get in sweetie, it's too early to be up yet," once in her bed, she stroked my hair as I cuddled deep into her side. She always knew how to make me feel better; it is probably why the old master liked her best.

I was startled when I was shaken awake again. A burly looking woman was shouting about us not sharing a bed. I turned to see Bree had joined us in Stella's bed. It was normal for us to sleep like that all together. Thankfully, the light blond haired Master came rushing in to save me. We all slipped out immediately and knelt beside the bed, this was always the custom when Master entered the room.

"Isabella, come with me, I will walk you back to your room, Bree you need to go with Nurse Martha back to your own room, and Stella, get back into your bed," I followed three steps behind him back down the hall to my room and awaited further instructions.

I glanced back when we left the room, they did not look mad - just a little sad. Bree and Stella did not seem to have a new master. Maybe theirs were coming later as mine did last night? It was the best I could hope for them. I don't remember a day in my life without the Master.

"Isabella, you can't do that while you're here. It's not allowed, do you understand?" I swallowed hard trying to fight back the tears that wanted to desperately fall. I was ashamed of myself; I had already upset him in just one day. What was wrong with me!

"Isabella, look at me - I am not mad at you, but you must promise to stay in your room until morning. Will you do as I ask?" I politely nodded; I knew what happens when you do not obey them.

"Yes Master, I promise," I said hoping this would appease him.

"I told you yesterday, I am not your master, remember?" I bit my lip while trying to figure things out in my mind. I thought all his kind were our Masters? That's what he had said when he took me home to the farm. Could it be our old Master was coming back for us? What would that mean for the Master who came to me last night?

"Isabella, your father is here to visit you; you need to stay in bed. Can you do that?” What is with 'the father' again, how did he fit into the picture?

"I am going to get Charlie, but I will be right back," why were there so many people here? It is so noisy all the time; I miss the quietness of my home.

When the grouchy nurse came into my room again, she was carrying a tray. On the tray was food, but it was not what we usually ate. When she told me to, "Eat up," I just stared at her; I was not eating that stuff. Not after the last time I ate something new and got violently ill. Her big mistake was she thought she could force it down my throat when I denied her. Who was she to give me orders? She was not the Master!

She frightened me though, when she grabbed my face and tried to shove the food down my throat. I tried to turn away, but she was stronger than I was. She left me no other choice then to smack her and scramble away. She would not give up; she chased me into the hallway and cornered me under a countertop with my back to the wall. I screamed as she stalked forward.

"Isabella!" My head snapped to the voice, I knew that tone, he was not happy with me.

"Get back into your bed, NOW!" I started crawling towards my door hoping to finally make him happy.

"Walk!" rushing to my feet, I scrambled back through the door and onto the bad.

Charlie's POV

"Good morning Carlisle, how's Isabella doing today?"

"Good morning Charlie, well - I am afraid Isabella won't be ready to leave today. She slept most of the night, but we found her this morning in bed with the other two girls. Charlie, you understand she has Stockholm Syndrome, right? If she encounters the man who took her, she may leave with him willingly," I knew he was right, I had been told as much by the psychologist last night.

"So, what can I do for her?"

"Right now, there is not much you can do, it's going to take time to retrain her, but it is not going to be easy. She is going to require a firm voice when you speak to her, she will need for you to tell her what to do."

"You say that like she can't think for herself," I said disbelievingly.

"She can't, she is adjusted to a life where she was told what to do and when. She never needed to know the why. Imagine what you would do, if you spent ten years being cared for like a submissive or a slave and it was ripped from you. Maybe…a better analogy would be she is like a man who was in prison for more than half his life, now finds himself on the outside; there is no one to instruct her on when to eat, use the bathroom or even speak."

"Can I see her?"

"Of course, we'll go in together. I was on my way to check on her anyway," as we turned to make our way down the hall towards Isabella's room chaos broke out.

Isabella came out of her room screaming, running and scrambling to get away from a nurse. She was adamantly refusing to let the women touch her. When I went to engage Isabella and try to get her to see reason Carlisle put his hand up causing me to pause. At first Carlisle waited to see what she would next before he interceded.

"Isabella!" Once she heard his sharp demand, she crawled on her knees to his feet and hung her head down so her chin met her chest.

"Get back into your bed now!" I cringed when she started crawling across the floor.

"Walk!" I final realized what he was trying to warn me about, at first I thought he meant she would be childlike, but that was not it at all.

"Carlisle, I get it now, but I don't know if I can do that for her," honestly, I knew I could not force her to do…well, everything!

"You have to at least try and be there for her, if you can't, we will find another way to proceed, but for her sake, you must try," he left me standing at her door when the same scene played out two doors down in Stella's room.

"Excuse me ma'am, what exactly were you trying to do to her?"

"Oh, Chief Swan, I am sorry I was trying to get her to eat breakfast. She refused to listen to me. So, when I tried to hand feed her - she snapped. I am sorry you had to see that, but the psychologist had instructed us on using a firm hand with them. But, so far…it's not working," she sighed "However, she listens Dr. Cullen, so maybe she will listen only to men, it's a possibility."

I just nodded and watched from the doorway. This is not what I pictured my daughter's life would be like. I had envisioned her finding love, going to college, and maybe having kids, not curled into a ball on her hospital bed. She looked like a lost puppy, lying there shaking and whimpering. I was looking forward to seeing her this morning especially after spending my night on the phone trying to track down Renee. That was an unsuccessful evening; okay…that was putting it mildly. When Carlisle had finally returned, he did not seem too happy with her frailty.

"Isabella, are you alright? Please answer me."

"I'm s-s-o sorry, I didn't mean to d-disappoint you…Master," she stuttered out.

Carlisle was shaking his head in disbelief. His expression was grim to say the least. He looked like I felt. I could not watch anymore, I had to find the animal who did this to her, to all of them. My first stop was Stella's room.

"Stella, I am Chief Swan, may I talk to you?" Her reply was a simple shrug.

"Can you tell me what happened to you?" She sighed before looking away so she was gazing out the window.

"I can't find the man who did this to you, if you don't talk to me," I sighed when I realized she was not going to talk to me.

I left her to her thoughts and went in search of the one who had spent the least amount of time in the house, Bree. From the police reports, she was there only a few months, so I hoped she would be more willing to talk to me. Unlike the other two, she was standing by her window and she did not jump out of her own skin when I entered the room.

"Bree, I am Chief Swan, may I talk to you?" When she nodded, I continued.

"Can you tell me what happened to you?" She took a shaky breath as she gazed out the window.

"What do you want to know?"

"Did you know the man who took you? Can you describe him?"

"No, I didn't know him…until he took me; he never gave us his name. We were just forced to call him Master. He looked - evil; I do not know if I could describe him properly. I really only saw him a handful of times. He spent most of his time with Stella and sometimes Bella. I was sort of a last resort for when they were - unable," Bella?

"Who's Bella? Do you mean Isabella?"

"Yes, that's what we call her, only the Master calls her Isabella," I would have to tell Carlisle about that, it might have something to do with her behavior.

"Is there anything you can tell me that will help us find him?

She lightly laughed and shocked me with her response, "You won't find him. He slinks around in the shadows, he is - very fast and very strong."

"What exactly did he do to you?" I know I needed to know this, but that did not mean I wanted to.

"He liked to - drink our blood. That is why he kept us there; he would cut us and then suck on the cut. He was a very sick man," Sick was an understatement. This was great, so I had to look for an athletic, blood-drinking, lunatic slinking around the shadows of Seattle, well - he should not be too hard find.

Isabella's POV

The day was endless; people were coming and going, always asking questions I would not answer. I just wanted to speed up time so my new Master would come back. Unlike with the old Master, I wanted to know what the new Master did during the time he was gone. Like Stella and the old Master, I wanted the new Master to talk with me. Stella was the favorite at home and I was okay with that. I didn't want to know what she did for that honor, but whatever it was; she always came back from their walks smiling. So, it could not have been that bad, right?

I kept thinking about what had happen this morning. The blond Master was furious with me. Why could I not do anything right? Why was he not pleased as my old Master always was. I could not stop sobbing and shaking as I let the memory of the morning consume me that was until a cold hard hand started moving through my hair, stroking it lightly. I knew that smell, it was him, he was back.

"Did you miss me Isabella?" His smooth voice whispered.