The Twilight Saga

This story is different from most fan fics in that you will find the same characters in very different roles, places and a different time. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it. Please comment and let me know what you think! (All the characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and my only purpose in using them is entertainment.)

Chapters 1&2: In discussion
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chpater 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chatper 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chatper 32
Chapter 33: The Wedding
Chapter 34: The Wedding (Part Two)
Chapter 35
Chapter 36: Emmett
Chapter 37: The Rescue (Part One)
Chapter 38: The Rescue (Part Two)
Chapter 39: Dark Times
Chapter 40: To Convince A Traitor
Chapter 41: Pleadings
Chapter 42: A New Life
Chapter 43: The Wolves
Chapter 44: Reunion
Chapter 45: New Information
Chapter 46: Secrets Unraveled

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Chapter 1
“Bella! Bella get up quick! You’ve overslept again!”

I rolled over and glared at the voice that had awakened me from the most beautiful dream ever. I don’t usually remember my dreams but this one was special. I was out of the castle, I was in an unbelievably perfect meadow, and I was dressed in the prettiest dress I had ever seen. I doubted that even Alice had seen such a dress. But none of that was the best part. The best part was the boy. He was so perfect he took my breath away. He was tall with a perfect smile. He looked sort of pale but not sickly. Not like my mother had looked before she died. No, this boy looked like he had never been in the sun, ever. His skin was almost translucent but it was perfectly smooth and soft. And his eyes! His eyes were the most vibrant shade of green I had ever seen.

“Alice,” I groused, “you ruined my dream. It was so lovely!”

“The mistress is going to ruin your life if you don’t get moving.” She retorted. “She’s going to need you early today.” I didn’t question her. Alice had the uncanny ability to just know things. She said it was just observations but I wondered if it might be something more than that.

“Up now!” She ordered one last time before leaving our sleeping quarters. Alice and I shared a little room on the top floor of the southeast corner turret. The castle wasn’t huge but it was large enough to make me dread the trip to the opposite side to attend to my mistress.

I was, I suppose there’s no better way to say this, a servant. Ours was a small country and my parents were farmers with too many children. When my mother died of the plague my father placed me in the service of the king. I think I reminded him to much of her. I was the youngest and definitely her favorite. That was ten years ago.

My mistress was Queen Esme. She and her husband, King Carlisle, had ruled for fifteen years. They still looked as young as she had the day of her coronation. Not that I could remember that day, but I had been told about it enough times. I was only 2 when it happened.

Stop day-dreaming Bella! I commanded myself. That was a common problem and I was sure that Alice would be back shortly to make sure that I was properly turned out. Alice's sense of style was unparalleled. Even Princess Rosalie listened to her, and that was saying a lot!

Princess Rosalie was your typical princess. (After working in the castle for ten years, I had seen a lot of them.) She was absolutely breath-taking. But with the beauty came the attitude. I did my best to stay away from her and out of her notice when that failed because she definitely didn’t like me. Fortunately, Alice was called to attend her more than I was.

I quickly finished washing my face and hands in the freezing water and dressed myself in the clothes Alice had laid out for me. She was always finding scraps and fashioning dresses for me in the little spare time she had.

I flew down to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of bread and some cheese from Emily, the cook. It would have to do for now because as Alice had pointed out, I was late. I thanked Emily and grabbed my mistress’ breakfast tray as I headed out of the kitchen. I really liked Emily. She had such a quiet, lovely personality. You couldn’t be around her without feeling happy. She was very beautiful even though her face was marred by scars that ran from her temple to her shoulder and down her arm. Alice tried to help cover them by coming up with some dresses with long sleeves and high collars but after a while Emily went back to the dresses more conducive to working in a large kitchen. We all accepted her as is. She wouldn’t talk about her scars but the rumor around town was that she had been attacked by a large wolf. I was glad I never had to go into the woods.

Fortunately for me, my mistress didn’t notice my tardiness. Alice had just finished helping her dress and was pinning up her hair. Next to her daughter, Queen Esme had the most beautiful hair. It was a lovely rich brown and fell down her back in gentle waves. It was rare to see it in its natural state though. Alice always pinned it up into the most elaborate pile of twists and curls. I set her breakfast tray on the stool beside her and began making her bed and straightening the things in the room. The king was absent, having left before we arrived, like always. He never seemed to need much sleep. The queen’s ladies-in-waiting huddled in the corner, gossiping. I tried not to listen as I went about my duties. It was impossible not to hear though.

“You will never believe who just entered the King’s service!” Jessica Stanley, a short brunette with lots of curls was saying to her companions. They listened intently. The shorter of the two, Lauren Mallory had blonde hair and blue eyes and thought very highly of herself. (I had happened upon her fixing her hair and make-up with the Queen’s supplies more than once.) The other was my favorite of the Queen’s ladies if I had to choose. Angela Webber was a shy, quiet girl that was unfailingly nice to everyone, even me. She never spoke harshly or sent me on nasty errands like the other two.

“Who? You must tell!” Lauren pleaded

“Michael Newton. I have heard…” She glanced around conspiratorially “… that he has come to court to find a wife.”

The girls squealed in unison, their delight attracting the attention of the Queen.

“Ladies,” she said in a motherly tone, “don’t all swarm him at the same time. Let the boy adjust to life before you connive to get him married.”

“Yes, Milady.” They laughed.

I shared a quick smile with Alice as I left the room. Such silly girls and their silly dreams. I hurried on to the next task: Princess Rosalie’s room. Cautiously, I peeked into the room to ascertain whether she had left yet or not. Luckily for me, it was empty. I hurried through this room making sure that everything was exactly as it should be, and then I returned to the kitchen where Emily had a list waiting.

“Bella, love, make sure you get the right cut of meat this time. The butcher sent the wrong one yesterday and it nearly ruined the entire dinner.

“Of course, Emily.” I replied. “I apologize for not paying more attention.” I blushed remembering why I hadn’t thought to check the package from the butcher. The sun had been shinning so brightly yesterday that I stumbled into someone as I entered the butcher’s shop. He was tall, dark and handsome, just the way a young man ought to be. I recognized him as he helped to steady me.

“My apologies sir.” I said as I bobbed a quick curtsy.

“Not at all. I should not have been standing in your way.” He replied with an easy smile.

His name was Jacob Black and he was a member of the King’s guard. He was one of the youngest of the guard so that explained what he was doing at the butcher’s shop. The guard had their own cook and kitchen. Not that Emily would have minded if she had been the only cook. She had feelings for Sam, the lieutenant of the guard. They were a perfect couple. He cared for her a great deal and it was obvious from the way he looked at her.

I looked up and realized that I was already at the market. Too much day dreaming. I thought with chagrin. As I started to assemble the things I needed for Emily, I caught sight of a boy sneaking through the stalls of the busy merchants. He was slight but well muscled with messy bronze hair. I couldn’t see his face because of the way that he was turned. I watched him for a moment more and saw him pocket a loaf of bread from one stall and some cheese from its neighbor. I was about to say something to the merchant when the boy turned and caught me starring. I blushed scarlet when he winked at me. Then it hit me, he was the boy from my dream!

Chapter 2

I yawned and stretched in the hay that had served as my bed for the last few hours. I was still dark out which was a good thing otherwise the owner of this very fine barn would be in here milking his cows. That would mean no easy breakfast for me. My brothers and I, they weren’t really my brothers but might as well have been, had found this barn late last night as we searched for a place to escape the rain. It was raining buckets and we hadn’t been dry or warm for two days.

I rolled over and only saw one figure asleep in the hay. Oh no. Not again! I thought. I quickly woke Jasper and gathered a few eggs without disturbing most of the chickens. We stole outside to look for Emmett.

“Look Edward.” Jasper whispered as he pointed towards a window in the farmer’s house. Emmett was frantically trying to squeeze his broad shoulders out of the tiny window. We ran to assist and had just made it out of sight when we heard the yelling begin. The tree of us ran for the safety of the nearby trees.

“What was that, Em?” I growled. “Can’t you keep your hands to yourself for just one night?”

He grinned in response. “That barn was much too cold for me and she looked so pretty lying there sleeping that I just had to visit.”

“Visit?” Jasper questioned. “Isn’t that something you do during the day and with the father’s permission?”

“Not in my book.” Emmett grinned again. He was impossible. He had gotten us kicked out of more towns in the last few months than Jazz and I could count.

Jasper glanced over at me as we ran. I knew what he was thinking. I shrugged my shoulders. Emmett was going to get us killed one of these days.

We made our way down a lane bordering the forest as the sun rose. At least it was going to be dry today. Being hungry beat being soaked and hungry. I still had the eggs in my pocket but eating them would require a fire and we couldn’t afford to draw attention to ourselves now. We were still on the run from Emmett’s last misadventure. I grimaced at the thought of the angry sheriff. If only he could learn to keep to himself.

The sun was high overhead now and it had gotten considerably warmer. We risked exposure for a brief moment to enquire about the nearest town from a little old woman walking down the lane. She seemed taken aback by Emmett’s size. Jasper and I were both tall but he was huge.

“Don’t you know where you are?” She asked when she had finally recovered from her fears.

“No Milady.” I replied, trying my best to look innocent and non-threatening. I hadn’t thought through what the poor woman would be feeling being approached by three men who appeared out of nowhere. We had hidden along the side of the road looking for someone to ask before she happened along.

“You are in the kingdom of Volterra. Our King and Queen live a few hours journey down this road. That is the nearest town by far. The others would be two days from here. Where did you say you came from?” She asked suspiciously.

Uh oh. That was our cue to leave. “We have travelled for several days from the North. We are just passing through. Thank you kindly for the information. Good day to you.”

We went on our way and hopefully passed out of her mind for good. The last thing we needed was for someone to remember that they had seen us.

Emmett was whining by the time we could see the outskirts of the village. Being hungry did that to all of us but to him especially. We passed close enough to a river for me to hear the flowing water. Emmett was all in favor of cleaning up. He hated smelling of barn.

The water was cold so we washed our clothes and ourselves as quickly as possible before laying them out to dry in the sun. Thank goodness for the sun. I thought for the umpteenth time today. The rest was good for us. Emmett regained his usually good mood. This pleased Jasper and I because Emmett unhappy was not pretty. We had been known to hide from him for hours when he became moody. The only bad thing about Emmett’s mind not being preoccupied with the lack of food or the smell was that it left him to think about other things. This was only bad for us because everything Emmett thought, he said.

“You wouldn’t believe the things we did last night…” he began.

“Emmett!” Jasper growled. “For the last time! We do not want to hear ever last detail about last night. Especially because it ended with us getting chased away again. Who knows if they are still behind us.”

“Why must you be so boring, Jasper?” Emmett retorted

Great, here we go again. I thought

“Why must you flirt with everything in a skirt?” Jasper shot back

He has a point.

“How come you never show interest in anything?”

Swell Em, just keep digging.

“Because I haven’t seen anything interesting yet!”

He definitely has a point

“Do you mean to tell me that the girl last night wasn’t interesting? She was perfect. What a figure. She had the fullest lips I think I’ve ever kissed.” Emmett was back in his own little world.

“You said that about the last four girls!” Jasper was clearly irritated now. I figured I should stop it before it came to blows.

“Come off it guys. You know you’re only squabbling because we haven’t eaten in two days. Let’s be on our way and see what we can find for food.”

Another hour found us entering the market. It was larger than I would have believed from seeing the size of the village.

“Stay here gents and watch the master at work.” Jasper teased as we entered the market.

“Whoa, now. What if we have a repeat of Asconce?” Emmett provoked. I don’t know why he enjoyed needling Jasper so.

Before Jasper could come up with a reply, I spoke up. “I believe that it is my turn.”

“Why?” Emmett was forever challenging.

“Because you stick out. Anyone who saw you would remember you. Besides, you are too clumsy to be a proper thief.” And with that, I won.

I crept around the stalls looking for the merchants. I didn’t want to get caught. The market was busy. There were people everywhere. I looked to my left. The merchant was busy talking to an older woman with two children clinging to her skirts. She asked about one fruit versus another. Good. The other merchant didn’t have a customer. Not good. I glanced back at Jasper then returned my gaze to the unoccupied merchant. Jasper made his way to the opposite side of the booth. He began to question the unsuspecting merchant. Jazz was very smooth. This was the easiest way to get breakfast, if not the safest. Jasper made a very good distraction. I checked one more time to make sure no one was watching. I grabbed a loaf of bread in one hand and a chunk of cheese in the other. This would make a decent meal. Our first in a week. I looked up to check my surroundings again. I was staring into the most perfect pair of chocolate brown eyes. They were bottomless in their depth. I felt like I could see into her soul for a brief instant. Her eyes showed amusement at first but then it changed to… was it recognition? I thought quickly. Had I met her before? No, I think I would remember those eyes.

“Stop thief!”

“Time to go Edward!” Emmett burst out of his hiding place to grab my arm.

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Chapter 3

Ah, so the merchant finally saw.

“Stop thief!” He yelled at the gorgeous bronze haired boy. I smiled at myself as I watched the boy’s face change in alarm.

“Time to go Edward!” I heard a deep voice yell. Odd, the voice sounded amused.

Edward. I repeated the name a few times in my mind. I liked it. It fit him well. I smiled a little as the boy darted through the full booths. I saw two figures chase after him. One man was slight, with blonde hair. He looked a little taller than my boy. My boy? What was I thinking like that for? I hadn’t even met him. Fine, Edward then. I argued with myself. The other boy was huge. He had short brown hair. They disappeared from sight but I could still hear the disturbance behind them. I smiled again. Emily wouldn’t mind if I was just a little late with her packages. I darted through some more stalls trying to cut the boys off so I could see him again. I knew in the back of my mind that it was very un lady-like to be running, but I didn’t care. I just needed to see him again. I caught a glimpse of his bronze hair around the corner. Not paying too much attention to what was in front of me, I rounded the corner and smacked into something hard. Strong arms wrapped around me, keeping me from falling. I looked into a pair of brown eyes. For the second time.

“Oh my goodness! My apologies Sir!” I blushed scarlet, again. He laughed the same easy laugh as before. Jacob Black was a very easy person to like.

“Your pardon, Milady, but I must be off.”

How strange. I thought. That was almost rude.

Jacob disappeared in the direction that I had last seen Edward go in.

Oh no! The guard is after him! I tried to figure out how to help him. If I could only find him, maybe I could find a way…

A strong hand grabbed my arm. “Mistress Swan, you’d best be getting back to the castle. This is no place for you.” It was Charlie, the Captain of the King’s Guard. “Get along now.” He spun me around firmly and gave me a gentle push in the direction of the castle.

“Seth.” I heard him say behind me. “Escort Mistress Swan back to the castle.”

“Yes Sir!” The new voice replied.

I gathered my purchases. The young man at my side reached out to help me with all the parcels.

“Thank you Sir.” I said with some petulance. Mostly out of politeness, but with some gratitude mixed in. It wasn’t his fault that he was assigned as a babysitter. “I apologize. It’s not your fault.”

“Thank you. I don’t like this any more than you. I would much rather be chasing the thieves. That’s much more fun.” I gave him as stern a look as I could manage. How rude. What was with everyone today?

“I beg your pardon. I didn’t mean to offend. It’s just that I always get stuck with the small jobs.”

“I get it.” I laughed. I liked Seth. He was a nice boy and rather helpful.

“You’ll have me back at the castle in enough time to get back for the fun.” I tried to be cheerful for him. Poor boy. It really wasn’t fair to be singled out so.

I returned to the kitchen and gave Emily all the packages that she needed. I wanted to talk to someone about this afternoon so bad and I knew that Alice wasn’t available so I told her everything.

“I heard someone come running into the castle just after you left. I wondered what the fuss was. The guard rode out a few minutes later. Sam left in a big hurry.” Emily blushed.

Just then we heard horses’ hooves on the cobblestones outside.

“That didn’t take long.” I said. Secretly I hoped that they had given up trying to catch the mysterious beautiful boy.

“Not at all. I’ll get all the details for you. Go back to your duties before you get into trouble.”

“Thank you, Emily.” I smiled at her as I walked out of her kitchen.

I went about my duties but was distracted all day. I tried to discretely ask Alice if she had heard anything but she saw right through me. I should have never asked. She wouldn’t let me forget it now.
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Chapter 4

I woke in a fog. It couldn't be morning already, could it? I blinked a couple of times, trying to clear my head. This place was unfamiliar and I had no idea how I got here. I tried to move but couldn't and then everything came back in a rush. The market, the girl, the merchant who caught me. Then the pursuit; running through the village trying to get away from the men behind me. There were too many of them and they had finally managed to corner us. We hadn't given up without a fight. Emmett had managed to knock three to the ground and Jasper and I had taken the remaining four before reinforcements arrived. They overwhelmed us and then everything went black.

I tried to shift again but found I was securely fastened to the wall. My arms were chained together in front of me and there was an iron clamp about my waist. Apparently they didn't want me going anywhere. That thought brought a small smile to my face. Briefly, I wondered how many of them we had managed to kill. I would wager that Emmett had killed at least two of his and that Jazz and I had killed one apiece. Not bad. I glanced around, trying to take in my surroundings now that my eyes were cooperating. There was a little bit of light coming through a small window high above me. Escape that way was out then. Oh well, there were other ways to get out.

"Jazz, Em?" I called softly, not wanting to attract the attention of our captors. I heard Emmett groan. Well, at least we are in the same place. I thought.

I squinted through the dim light trying to see any guards within the room. There weren't any that I could tell. If I could only get to my boot then I would be able to get myself free. I scrunched my knees up to my chest and reached around to my left boot. The chains around my wrists scraped against the iron around my waist. The stone walls amplified the sound, of course, causing a guard to come check on us. I quickly hid my tool and pretended to be asleep. Satisfied, the guard left and relocked the door. I was going to have to be more careful.

The sun was rising and it threw more light into my prison. I was in a square room with only one door. Jasper was on the wall to my left and Emmett was to my right. The door was straight in front of me. That would present a problem. It would be much too easy for someone to check up on me. Jasper started to stir.

"What happened?" He whispered.

"We got caught." I replied simply.

"How do things look?" He asked.

"We've been in worse. One barred window, one door. The restraints are nothing we haven't seen before." I tossed my tool to him. "Get yourself free then see about Emmett. He might be a little more difficult. It looks like they had a hard time getting the restraints around his middle."

Jasper let out a dark chuckle. It wasn't the first time that chains hadn't fit around Emmett. Before I could count to ten, Jasper was out of his chains and was slinking across the room. He was so quiet the guards didn't suspect a thing. Jasper tried to quietly rouse Emmett, but he woke with a start. (And a pounding head, I'm sure.) The cursing started and the more we tried to calm him, the louder he got. Jasper flew back to his side and slipped back into his chains.

A young man with short dark hair stepped through the doorway.

"Good morning to you." He said politely. "My name is Sam and I am a Lieutenant in the King's Guard. That was quite a fight you lads put up yesterday. I apologize for the chains but I can't have any more of my men sent to the infirmary. It's quite a disgrace for seven of my men to be bested by you three. I would watch your backs for a little while. The boys aren't likely to forget this."

My head was spinning. What did he mean? I glanced at Jasper who just raised an eyebrow. He hadn't a clue either.

"Now you sit tight..." The guard continued. "...and I will have some food and bandages brought in."

As he closed the door, we sat in stunned silence for a moment. We had never been treated like this before. That passed and Jasper was on his feet and across the room. He released Emmett without a sound. We watched the door for several minutes to make sure no one was watching before Jasper ghosted over to release me. I stayed where I was and he returned to his place. When the guard re-entered, he wouldn't notice anything amiss. My hope was that there wouldn't be too many guards between us and freedom. I wasn't sure my body could take many more blows. We heard a step outside the door and tensed.

"This is it." I whispered.

The door pulled back - and there was the girl from the marketplace again. I felt anger flash through me. How many times could one lone girl ruin my plans?

"I brought you some food and bandages." She said. Her sweet, musical voice did not quite relieve my anger. Haltingly, she approached Jasper first. I am sure he seemed the least threatening at the moment. He glanced at the door but there was a guard watching so Jasper allowed her to set the food near him without reaching for it. She smiled carefully and took a small step towards Emmett. The fear was evident on her face. Emmett looked terrifying. He had blood matted in his hair from a cut above his right ear and a black eye. I stifled a smile. He looked like an angry bear awakened during hibernation. She glanced at me and then back at Emmett, almost as if she was trying to decide who to approach first. Her features were lit up by the blush that spread from just below her eyes to her throat. I briefly wondered what had caused her to blush but quickly put it out of my mind. There was no reason for me to become interested in this girl. I needed to focus on getting out of here. She sat some food by Emmett and tried to back away quickly but stumbled in the process. I resisted the unexpected urge to get up and help her. That would give us away and destroy our chances of escape.

I wondered at the feelings that had started to build inside of me. The anger was being replaced by something else; something I couldn't put a name on. I watched her as she came to stand in front of me, taking in her features. She had long brown hair and beautiful coffee-colored eyes. Her lips were full, if a little uneven. She set the food near my hands but instead of backing away like she had with my brothers, she knelt beside me.

"Your head looks bad." She said, but it hardly registered with me. I heard her voice - it sounded like a gentle stream but I was more enthralled with the way her dress gently shaped her shoulders and..

My head jerked up as Jasper hissed at me. Was I really that obvious? The girl had noticed too. There was a slight smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Her next move drove away all of my thoughts. She pressed a cloth of vile-smelling liquid to my forehead. I gasped in pain and surprise. I hadn't even realized I had an open wound on my head. Jasper and Emmett laughed in amusement.

"Very funny." I muttered.

"My name is Isabella." The girl spoke again. "But most people just call me Bella."

"Bella." I said as I turned it over in my head. I liked it. It fit her well.

"My name is Edward." I said after a brief pause.

"I know." She blushed. I was beginning to enjoy that look very much. Emmett laughed, spoiling the moment.

"Just wait until it's your turn." I said under my breath.

As if she heard me, the girl, Bella, turned to Emmett. "It's your turn now." She said sweetly.

Jasper spoke up for the first time. "Not that we mind, but why are you bothering with all of this?"

"You will need to look somewhat presentable before your trial before the King." She answered.

Trial. I thought. Now there's a new one.

My thoughts were interrupted by the howl of pain that came from Emmett. He was such a big baby. It startled the girl though. She jumped back at least three feet. When I had calmed myself enough to stop laughing I started to explain to Bella about Emmett. But by that time a guard had already rushed in to protect her.

"That's enough, Bella." He said roughly. "It's time you left."

"I am not finished, Jacob." She said firmly. She didn't seem afraid of him. That bothered me more than it should.

"Nevertheless, I insist you leave now." He matched her tone. "Your trial will be tomorrow." He informed us as he escorted her out the door.
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