2 years after New Moon. Bella is in a Band; Edward Never came back, a Twilight-X-Heroes crossover. Bella, Claire, Peter and Sylar are in the band "Heroes of the Evolution". ___ I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR HEROES, I JUST OWN THE PLOT!and if i DID own it, wouldnt even put it on hre would i? if i owned twilight, i could publish a book! if i owned heroes, i would make a new episode! speaking of which, their going to continue making it right? no matter HOW ridiculus the plot gets on that show, i will ALWAYS watch it! and if they DO cancil it, as long as we write, the characters live! oh yeah, i do not own any songs, they all belong to their respective writers.


Chapter one:

"Are you guys ready to rock?"Claire Bennet shouted into the microphone; in front of the stage, the crowd screamed and cheered wildly, chanting, "Heroes Of The Evolution!" Which was the name of our band, consisting of: me: Bella Swan, Claire Bennet, Peter Petrelli, and Gabriel Gray (Better known as Sylar).

Now, don't freak out about Sylar, I'll explain about him in a minute. We worked on-stage, while Hiro Nakamura and Ando Masahaki posed as our "Graphics effects Professionals", which allowed us to use our powers on stage without causing suspicion.

Oh yeah, did I mention? Everyone in the band had special abilities, or super powers as some people call them.

Peter'score ability was that he could absorb any powers from the people he's around; he has almost more abilities than I can remember: Mind reading, Super strength, Flight, Telekinesis, Electricity, walking through walls, Shape-Shifting, Invisibility, Spontaneous Regeneration, Technopathy, tremendous memorization, Super speed, he can teleport, freeze, and travel through time, and many more that I cannot remember.

Claire's ability was that she could heal from any injury, as long as there was nothing lodged in her brain, i.e., a stick, knife or something.

Hiro'sability was that he was a "Master of Time and Space" as he calls himself, meaning he can slow down time so much that only he, someone he's touching, and speedsters can move or even see what's going on. He can teleport, and travel through time as well.

Ando's ability, which he had gotten from being injected with a power-giving serum, could shoot red lightning from his hands, supercharging the person's abilities, or if they were normal and he did it long enough, they would pass out.

And last but not least: Me, Isabella Marie Swan, otherwise know as Bella, the one who believed a vampire actually loved her, than had her heart broken when he left. Anyways, my ability is very much like Peter's ability, and someone called the Haitian, who he'd told me about when he discovered I had abilities.

My Ability was that I had a mental, and now, after some practice, a physical shield around myself. When I extended the shield around someone with abilities, I would absorb their abilities and automatically master my new powers, and, unless I got upset, I never lost control. I now had all the abilities Peter had. I could block anyone's powers that were outside of my shield and I could even takesomeone's abilities away, temporarily or permanently, whichever I chose.

And now onto Sylar; Most of you who have heard of him are probably screaming "why the HECK would he be in a band, especially with other 'specials'? Why isn't he cutting their heads off?" The reason he's in this band with us is because he didn't want to be a killer; he didn't want to be evil. He knew his power made him be. He couldn't control himself.

So when he found out that there was a person (me) who could take people's abilities away permanently, he came searching and found me along with Peter and Claire, who thought he was going to attack us, So when he started asking—no pleading— for me to take his power away, their eyes looked like they would fall out of their sockets. When I took his Hunger away, he sort of blinked and looked around.

When he saw Claire and Peter, he practically started begging for forgiveness, apologizing over and over for what he had done to them and others. After that, he stuck with us, saying he owed it to me to me keep me safe, and when Claire and I had the idea to become a band so we could use our powers on stage (And if anything happened to us, people would notice our disappearance and ask questions) we found out he was a pretty good singer, and when he wasn't singing, he was on the drums. That had been about a month ago.

"Bella?"Peter's thought ran through my mind, interrupting my thoughts, and I looked up startled to see the crowd still cheering. I had completely forgotten we were beginning our concert. "Sorry about that Peter, I was just remembering. I told him with my mind, opening my shield to him so he could hear.

He smiled at me; his face flashing different colors in the pulsating beats of the lights Hiro and Ando were controlling. "I'll start with Second Chance," He told me, and I nodded, signing to Claire and that Peter was about to start. They nodded, and got their instruments ready.

"Ok everybody! Get ready for SECOND CHANCE!"Peter shouted, and the crowd roared their approval.

I began to play the guitar, while Peter grabbed the mike from the stand and began to sing:

"My eyes are open wide,
and by the way, I made it
through the day.
I watched the world outside…
By the way, I'm leaving out
Today.
!
Said why you always running
In place?
Even the man in the
Moon disappeared,
Somewhere in the
Stratosphere!

Well, I just saw hailey's
Comet shooting

Tell my mother,
Tell my father,
I've done the best I can.
To make them realise
This is my life,
I hope they understand:
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye,
Is a second chance!

This song really said a lot about Peter, especialy with his parents trying to control him all his life, trying to make him something he wasn't.


Please don't cry
One tear for me;
I'm not afraid of
What I have to say;
This is my one and
Only voice,
So listen close, it's
Only for today.

He had tried to convince his family to stop the many things they were doing, but none of them 's why we joined a band, so that if Nathen Petrelli ever found us, people would know something was up if we just US government can't kidnap a band without people noticing.

Well, I just saw hailey's
Comet shooting,
Said "why you always running
In place?"
Even the man in the
Moon disappears,
Somewhere in the
Stratosphere

Tell my mother,
Tell my father,
I've done the best I can,
To make them realise
This is my life.
I hope they understand:
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

Here is my chance!
This is my chance!

Tell my mother,
Tell my father,
I've done the best I can.
To make them realise
This is my life,
I hope they understand:
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance!


Sometimes goodbye!
Is a second chance…"

I smiled as the crowd cheered Peter's name. He had such a beautiful voice…I shook off the day dreams and focused on the sound of the crowd cheering. I was up next. "I'm doing Torniquet" I said to the band with my thoughts. We never planned out a concert; we had all the songs memorized, and that way we could change a song without confusion.

"Here's Torniquet!" I shouted, the crowd screamed and clappped. The band nodded, and Claire begin to play the guitar. Each of us were masters of the instruments in our songs, so we could all sing and do other thing. I waited then began to sing:

"I tried to kill my pain,

But only brought more(So Much more)

I lay dying, and I'm pouring

Crimson regret,

And betrayal.

That was how I had originally met Peter and Claire, after Edward left; I basically jumped off a cliff... and yes, I can say his name, I no longer have any feelings for him; my heart belongs to another.

I'm dying, (Dying)

Praying, (Praying)

Bleeding, (Bleeding)

And Screaming.

Am I too lost, to be saved?

Am I too lost?

That was what I had thought when I had seen Peter and Claire running towards me… I had thought I was to far gone to be saved…but I hadn't. Not with Claire there and a syringe Peter carried for just such and emergency.

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation!

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation!

Do you,

Remember me?

Lost for soo long…

Will you be on the other side?

Or will you forget me?

I often wondered, even knowing that vampires had perfect memories, like Charlie, Hiro's girlfriend, if the Cullen's had forgotten me? Had Edward forget me?

I'm dying,

Praying,

Bleeding,

And Screaming.

Am I too lost, to be saved?

Am I too lost?

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation!

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation…

(Return to me salvation)

I want to die! I shrieked, causing some in the audience besides those who had heard the song before to jump in fright.

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation!

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation…

My wounds,

Cry for the grave.

My soul cries,

For deliverance.

Will I be,

Denied,

Christ?

Tourniquet,

My suicide."

The song ended, and I heard Sylar tap one of his drumsticks against the cymbals: Tap Tap-tap Tap. Signing that he wanted to sing. I nodded and told the others, and Peter and Sylar switched places. Sylar looked nervously at the crowd; the songs he sang were mostly about his past, and he always felt uneasy before he sang.

We began to play; I started out playing the background to "What I've Done".

"In this farewell,

There's no blood,

There's no alibi.

Cause I've drawn regret,

From the truth,

Of a thousand lies.

So let mercy come,

And wash away,

What I've done!

I'll face myself,

To cross out what I've become,

Erase myself,

And let go of what I've done.

What you've asked,

What you've thought of me,

While I clean this slate,

With the hands,

Of uncertainty,

So let mercy come,

And wash away,

What I've done!

I'll face myself,

To cross out what I've become,

Erase myself,

And let go of what I've done!

For what I've done!

I start again,

And whatever pain

May come,

Today this ends, and forgiving

What I've done!

I'll face myself,

To cross out what I've become,

Erase myself,

And let go of what I've done.

What I've done!

Forgiving,

What I've done!"

When he was done, he looked over at me. From his thoughts, I saw him singing, "Breaking the Habit", and I nodded permission. He smiled at me, and thanks went through my mind from his. I smiled back; once you get to know him, he's a really good guy.

I told the others while the crowd cheered and screamed, waiting for the next song. From Claire's thoughts I heard her grumbling, wanting it to be her turn to sing. I smiled at her jealousy, when I told her she could sing next, she smiled at me.

Sylar began to sing:

"Memories consume,

Like opening the wound,

And picking me apart again.

You all assume,

I'm safe here in my room,

Unless I try to start again!

I don't want to be the one,

The battles always choose,

Cause inside I realize,

That I'm the one confused;

I don't know what's worth fighting for,

Or why I have to scream.

I don't know why I instigate,

And say what I don't mean,

I don't know how I got this way,

I know it's not all right,

So I'm breaking

The habit,

I'm breaking the habit

Tonight.

Clutching my cure,

I tightly lock the door,

I try to catch my breath again,

I heard much more,

Than anytime before,

I have no options left again.

I don't want to be the one,

The battles always choose,

Cause inside I realize,

That I'm the one confused;

I don't know what's worth fighting for,

Or why I have to scream.

I don't know why I instigate,

And say what I don't mean,

I don't know how I got this way,

I'll never be all right,

So I'm breaking

The habit,

I'm breaking the habit,

Tonight!

I'll paint it on the walls,

Cause I'm the one at fault!

I'll never fight again,

And this is how it ends!

I don't know what's worth fighting for,

Or why I have to scream,

But now we have some clarity,

To show you what I mean,

I don't know how I got this way,

I'll never be all right,

So I'm breaking

The habit,

I'm breaking the habit,

I'mbreaking the habit

Tonight!"

This was one of our newer songs, and the crowd went wild, screaming and chanting his name: "Gabri-el! Gabri-el! Gabri-el!" He smiled at them with that creepy smile of his, and from his mind I heard him imagining stage diving off the stage into the crowds arms. I rolled my eyes; he may have almost blown up New York City and killed hundreds of people, but he was still an immature male.

"Don't even think about it Gabriel" I said out loud, and Claire shot me a confused and slightly nervous look.

She probably thinks he's thinking of killing someone.

I laughed, and told her "He's thinking of stage diving!" her eyes opened wide and she began to laugh too. Soon all of us were laughing, and the crowd, looking confused but excited began to laugh too.

Sylar raised one bushy eyebrow at me. "You think I can't stage dive if I want?" he challenged. I nodded laughing, knowing what he would say next. "Just watch me," he said to me. Turning to the crowd, he had to shout to be heard above the noise: "Hey you guys! What would you do if I decided to stage dive?" he shouted, and in the front row some women began to scream and giggle hysterically. Some guys laughed and grinned at him, looking like they would love to do that themselves.

"Gabriel, you can't do it now, we've got two more songs to do! You can stage dive if they want to be the first to hear them—and see it." Peter reminded him, and upon hearing this, the crowd went wild, screaming and shouting for the new song. I smiled; we were going to do a huge "Illusion" tonight. Looking up, I saw Ando on a balcony above the crowd, he was dressed all in black so the normal people wouldn't see him.

"C'mon you guys! Who wants to hear our newest songs and see the newest illusion our graphic effects genius' came up with?" Claire shouted to the crowd, and they all began to chant, "Sing! Sing! Sing!" Claire smiled and walked to the microphone. It was her turn, and while we got ready, she began to sing:

"Hold on to me love,
you know I can't stay long,
all I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid.
Oh!

Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms?

This song was about the many times she had died, and how she felt, that day with the solar eclipse.

Holding my last breath,
safe inside myself,
are all my thoughts of you,
sweet raptured light, it ends here tonight!

This was a reference to that night in Kirby Square, where Peter had nearly blown up New York City, and when Nathan had flown him into the sky where had had exploded, everyone thought he had died for about a year because his memories had been erased.

I'll miss the winter,
a world of fragile things.
Look for me in the white forest
Hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)
I know you hear me;
I can taste it in your tears!

When she had died in a hospital from a gunshot wound, her mother had cried over her, thinking her gone forever. But when the Eclipse was over, she came back.


Holding my last breath,
Safe inside myself,
are all my thoughts of you…
Sweet raptured light it ends here tonight!

Closing your eyes to disappear,
you pray your dreams will leave you here,
but still you wake and know the truth;
No one's there!


Say goodnight,

Don't be afraid!
Calling me,

Calling me as you fade to black!

Say good night,
holding my last breath,

Don't be afraid,
safe inside myself,
are all my thoughts of you…
Sweet raptured light it ends here tonight!


Holding my last breath,
Safe inside myself,
are all my thoughts of you…
Sweet raptured light it ends here tonight…"

Now for the final song: Bring Me to Life

I smiled, and Claire walked over next to me so we would be singing from the same microphone; Sylar got his guitar ready and Peter went to the piano in the center of the stage.

The lights dimmed, and heavy mist curled out of the smoke-machine onto the stage floor; multi-colored light flashed across the audiences faces as Peter began to play the piano… me and Claire began to sing in perfect synchronization: (bold italics=Sylar singing)

"How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core,

Where I've become so numb,
without a soul, my spirits sleeping somewhere cold,
until you find it there, and lead it back home.

Now Sylar began to sing:


Wake me up

(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up
(Wake me up inside)
Save me
(Call my name and save me from the dark)
Wake me up!
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up!
(Before I come undone)
Save me!
(Save me from the nothing I've become)

Now that I know what I'm without,
you can't just leave me.

That was the signal; me, Claire, Peter and Sylar all nodded at once, and on the balcony, Ando raised his arms and bolts of crimson electricity shot out, over the heads of the astonished audience, and slammed into us, passing through each of us; making my hearing so acute that I could hear every single heart beat in this room, in the building, every breath that accompanied it... I could hear everyone's thoughts in a cacophony of noise, and explosion of sound that blended together so no individual words were discernable… the bolt of energy lit up the upturned faces of the crowd, I thought I saw something glittering at the back of the crowd out of the corner of my eye… The main bolt disappeared in a flash of after burn in our eyes with only tiny red static-sized bolts it our hair. The crowd let out exclamations of shock and awe as we continued to sing unfazed.


Breathe into me and make me real,
bring me to life!

Wake me up!

(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up!
(Wake me up inside)
Save me!
(Call my name and save me from the dark)
Wake me up!
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up!
(Before I come undone)
Save me!
(Save me from the nothing I've become)

Bring me, to life.I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside!
)
Bring me to life.
All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me

I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems,
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without thought, without voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here,
There must be something more!

Bring me to life!
Wake me up
(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up
(Wake me up inside)
Save me
(Call my name and save me from the dark)

Wake me up

(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up
(Before I come undone)
Save me
(Save me from the nothing I've become)

(

Frozen inside without your touch,
without your love, darling
only you are the life among the dead!

Bring me to life,
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside

Bring me to life!

As the song ended, all the lights turned off with a flash of bright white. Again, now that I was looking at the back rows, I saw that glitter in the second that the light flashed. It looked so familiar…but then Peter grabbed my hand and pulled me back behind the curtain before the lights turned on. The concert was over, and we needed to disappear before the mob of fans could catch us. We were going to teleport, but we needed to be out of sight for that.

When we got behind the huge curtain, we met Hiro with Charlie by his side…the waitress Charlie, not my dad, chief-of-police-Charlie. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. We were best friends along with Claire. I used to have another best friend, but she too had left, not caring and obviously done pretending to be nice.

Just then, Ando came around the corner grinning broadly. "That was awesome!" he said to us, "Did you see their faces when I did my lightning?" this was the first time he had done any 'illusions' on a large scale, and he was proud of the results.

"C'mon guys, we gotta move before the mob gets here." Claire reminded us. I nodded, and started towards the back door that lead out to the parking lot. Behind us, I heard Hiro and Ando groan in disappointment; they wanted to stay.

Hiro complained, but Charlie shook her head and smiled, her long strawberry-blonde hair swishing back and forth.

"C'mon Hiro, you don't want to be here when the mob hits." She said with her Texan accent.

He looked at her questionably, and she answered "I read a magazine a few months ago about some stars being chased and actually getting seriously hurt when a bunch of fans found them back stage."

For those of you who don't know Charlie, her ability is that she had a perfect memory; she can understand easily what she is memorizing, and can recite facts about any subject she has learned within a second that they are mentioned. (Kinda like one of those hilarious commercials…am I allowed to mention that on here?)

She was really good at it. Too good. Sometimes she would space out and start reciting random facts, and after a few minuets, which continually got longer before she would be herself again.

Looking nervously over his shoulder, Hiro quickly followed us into the parking lot. The lot was lit by a solitary streetlight in the middle of it; the bulb was flickering on and off every few seconds. "Geez, you'd think they could clean up a bit when there's a famous band coming huh?" Claire said rolling her eyes at the dismal parking area.

Suddenly, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Chills went down my spin, and I spun around, but there was only darkness. With my sensitive ears, I could hear my own heartbeat, and the other's. I knew we were being watched, but there was no one there. I instinctively threw my shield around us so no one could hear our thoughts or use any abilities against us, along with the physical shield. Just in case.

"What is it?" Charlie asked nervously, looking into the darkness. I turned to Peter, who was looking around uneasily. Obviously he had sensed it too.

"We're being watched." he murmured quietly to the others. Claire glanced around, both defiance and anxiety written all over her face. From her thoughts I heard her think of Danko, who was a commander in Nathan's government mission.

"C'mon, let's get out of here, fast." Peter said, I nodded tensely, and Peter put his hand out and we all held it so he could teleport us all.

Hiro still had problems controlling his ability when he was nervous, and unlike my other abilities, I still hadn't mastered teleporting and time control.

Usually when I tried to teleport, I ended up miles off of mark… or years….

Just then, I heard a whisper of sound, barely audible to my sensitive ears, and I turned my head just as peter teleported. A split second before we vanished, I saw a group of figures standing at the edge of the lot. All of them were extremely pale, and very beautiful, and looked very familiar from the hundredth of a second that I was able to see them, and then we were gone.

Edward-PoV .

It had been nearly a year since I had left her, the reason for my existence. My Bella—but no, she wasn't my Bella, not anymore— I didn't deserve her; she didn't deserve a monster. My family was downstairs. We had moved to a large mansion in New York State, all the way across the country we could without leaving the continent. I had felt the need to be close to her, but I knew if I got too close, say, within 10 states distance, I knew I would go to her and beg her to take me back.

I sighed in misery. The pain hadn't lessoned, and I knew I was driving Jasper crazy— not literally, but close to it. He could barely stand to be in the house with me, which was most of the time, seeing as I barely ever hunted unless Emmet forced me to. I knew I was worrying my family, most of all Carlisle and Esme especially.

Right now, Emmett and Rosalie were hunting; Carlisle and Esme were at the hospital Carlisle worked at; Jasper was in the basement, as far away from my depressing moods as possible. I was in the attic. I didn't particularly know where Alice was…but I didn't really care.

Sighing again, I opened my eyes to see the dusty triangular shaped room of the attic. The wood on the ceiling was exposed, and cobwebs hung from them. A lone window, which was open to let in a breeze, it was fogged by dirt from years of not being cleaned; it showed an imperfect view of the driveway, which was currently bathed in moonlight.

Suddenly, I saw Alice running at top speed up the driveway, her golden eyes flashed with a frantic light, and her face showed determination. Curiosity filled me as she effortlessly scaled the side of the house and jumped through the window. I tried to read her thoughts, but she was blocking me, singing a song in her head from some movie or other. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

She was hiding something. Something important.

Bella. What if…? My mind froze in terror. What was wrong? Was something wrong with Bella? Was she hurt? Part of my mind speculated, while another, much smaller part of my brain thought: what if it wasn't about her? I had told Alice not to look for her future, but that didn't stop her from seeing it…

"What is it Alice?" I asked in a strangled voice, and she just looked at me. "Family meeting. Living room. NOW!" she said in a loud enough voice for everyone in the house to hear. I looked at her in confusion; she was still blocking her thoughts. "What about Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie and Emmet?" I asked in a hollow sounding voice.

"I've already called them. This is very important. They'll be here in a few minutes." She said briskly, and disappearing in a flash down the stairs, shouting for Jasper as she went.

Slowly, I got to my feet, and at human speed walked down the ornate spiral stairs and into the living room. The floor was made of oak planks, polished smooth by years of tramping feet; the walls were painted white in my family's favorite style; a painting of angels in flight was on the ceiling from many years past; it had been expertly restored by Esme, and the once chipping and faded painting was again full of the radiance and life it was meant to have.

As I entered the vast living room, I looked impassively at the large stain glass windows depicting scenes of angels and saints, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of books adorning the walls. This used to be a church, but had been converted into a house in the late 18th century, with rooms added on over the years. In the center of the room was a large polished marble-top table with many more chairs then were needed in our family of eight.

Alice and Jasper were already seated next to each other, and just as I sat down opposite them, Emmett and Rosalie walked in, with Carlisle and Esme behind them. All of them were looking at Alice curiously, and from their thoughts I heard only confusion; she hadn't told them any more than she had me.

When they were all seated, Alice rose; her thoughts still blocked. She took an unnecessary breath before speaking. "I have had a vision, that is of the utmost importance." She said, looking everyone in the eye. "I couldn't see precisely what was happening; it was very blurry, but I do know that we were there, and that someone, or some of the people there are very important." Her brow furrowed, and from Jasper I felt her confusion. "Important, as in saving the world important." Suddenly I found my self interested in what she was saying. How could some humans be able to save the world? And from what?

Everyone just stared at her in silence for a hundredth of a second before Carlisle asked: "What do you mean?" in a very serious voice.

"I don't know how I know, but the people there are somehow going to be responsible for saving the world…from…" she shook her head, kneading her temples with her fingers. "I couldn't see very clearly, as I said it was blurry, but I was able to see some of their faces." And here she took out a pencil and a sketchpad, and began to draw.

A face formed at lightning speed under her guiding hand; a man with a rectangular face, short dark hair and bushy eyebrows, over looking deep-set eyes that even in paper seemed to hold great sorrow and guilt, and secrecy. When she was done, she tore off the page and set in it the center of the table, and began to draw on a fresh piece of paper.

This time the picture was of a young girl, her round face surrounded by lightly sketched hair—blonde maybe? — The girl was smiling, and yet her dark eyes seemed to hold a secret, — but what?

After tearing this page off too, she began to draw again. This time, it was another man; his hair was short and disheveled, and his expression was kind. But again, his eyes held the look that he too, had a secret that was kept from the world. What was with their eyes? What secret did they all keep?

Again when she was done, Alice tore the page and set it in the center of the table for everyone to examine. Carlisle was studying the first picture, the one of the man with the bushy eyebrows.

I recognize this man…he was charged with the murder of multiple people, all of them seemingly random, a serial killer… but why was he in the vision Alice had, any why is he not in some top-security prison? Carlisle wondered, and I looked again at the man's picture.

He didn't seem the type to kill someone, and yet, his eyes held that same look of guilt… Alice's voice interrupted my thoughts: "And in the vision, at the end, I saw this symbol." And at this, she drew a thick S shape, and out of the top inward curve she drew a short line coming out of the center, and on the bottom one, she drew two lines slightly higher in the center than in the top one. The strange symbol looked familiar, but I couldn't figure out why, it wasn't written in any language I knew.

She tore out the paper, and closed the notebook, sliding the pencil into the spiraling wire that held it together. Jasper was now looking at the first man's picture with Carlisle. Esme was examining the girl's picture, and Emmet and Rosalie were looking at the second man's picture, the one with the kind face.

When Alice set down the drawing of the symbol, Carlisle picked it up, and inspected it, his brow furrowed; it was familiar to him too, but he couldn't figure out why either. Just then a memory came into Carlisle's mind; at a hospital, he had seen a scientist walked by, holding a model of DNA, and it clicked.

"This symbol…" He said slowly, "Looks like half a strand of DNA, a helix… but I have never seen it before." he looked up at Alice, who was watching him. "When will the events in your vision occur, and where?" He asked, and everyone looked up from his or her work to see what she would say.

"It will happen tonight, at a concert hall in half an hour, it's a few miles from here. We can get there in time if we run, but we'll have to sneak in, it's sold out." She informed them, and her eyes unfocused for a second, "But we need to leave now, or we'll be to late." Knowing the importance of us being there, without further ado, we all jumped to our feet and ran out of the house, following Alice.

We ran a few hundred yards from the road; following it as it wound it's way into the nearest town. Once we entered the city limits, we scaled the buildings and leaped from roof to roof, until we came to a small public music theater. The large and brightly sign above the door proclaimed:

Tonight and tomorrow night only, the "Heroes Of The Evolution" Live In concert! And under this sigh was another:

Tickets sold out.

There was no one standing out front to keep people out, except for a sleeping man in a hard plastic chair inside. It was a simple matter of walking past him and locating the door where the concert was being held. It was unmistakable: the roar of the crowd was impossible to overlook; even a human wouldn't have missed it.

When I opened the door, we were met with an explosion of sound; the cheering of hundreds of men and women packed into a large room with a stage at the far end. We were at the very back of the crowd, and there were a lot of adults in front of us. Alice jumped up and down, trying to see over the crowd. It would have been comical if the situation weren't so serious.

That was when I looked at the stage. If my heart weren't a frozen stone, it would have stopped beating. I gasped and stared at the one face I had thought I would never see again.

Bella Swan was on the stage.

Oh. My. God. Everyone seemed to see her at once, and they're thoughts echoed mine. A second of disbelief, and then both agony and joy ripped through my heart upon seeing the face of my beloved. I saw Jasper wince, and everyone's eyes were on my face, but I only had eyes for Bella.

Her eyes were unfocused as she looked at the crowd, and she held a guitar in her hands, with the guitar strap over and around her shoulder. Her hair was longer, and like the people in the pictures—which I realized with a jolt were all on stage with her— her chocolate-brown eyes held a secret, more than just her silent thoughts, she was hiding something from everyone, everyone it seemed, beside those in her band.

Suddenly she jerked out of her daze and turned to look at the second man. Now able to see his face in color, I saw that his eyes were brown like Bella's, and his hair was black. His thoughts were hard to read, Like Charlie, Bella's fathers, as were the others' on stage. I wondered why, maybe they were all related?

But just then, the brown eyed- black haired man stepped forward to the microphone and shouted to the crowd: "Ok everybody! Get ready for SECOND CHANCE!"

The crowd started cheering and chanting the man's name: Peter! Peter! Peter!" Ah, so that was his name! Bella and the girl from the picture, — so she did have blonde hair, — began to play the guitar skillfully, as if they had done it all their life, and I was surprised and confused; Bella had never told me she could play, and I hadn't seen any guitar or music books in her room… Just then, Peter began to sing:

"My eyes are open wide,
And by the way, I made it
Through the day
I watched the world outside
By the way, I'm leaving out
Today.

Wow, this sounded a lot like what I had been thinking… when I left her. and from the thoughts of my family, they realized it too.

Well, I just saw hailey's
Comet shooting,
Said why you always running
In place?
Even the man in the
Moon disappears
Somewhere in the
Stratosphere!

Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realise
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance!

Again! was this song about me? it sounded like it, but the emtotion in the man's voice as he sang convinced me otherwise.


Please don't cry
One tear for me,
I'm not afraid,
Of what I have to say,
This is my one and
Only voice
So listen close, it's
Only for today.

Well, I just saw hailey's
Comet shooting,
Said "why you always running
In place?"
Even the man in the
Moon disappeared,
Somewhere in the
Stratosphere!

Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realise
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance!

Here is my chance,
This is my chance!

The man at the drums, the serial killer, hit the drums angrily for a second before Peter began to sing again:


Tell my mother,
Tell my father,
I've done the best I can,
To make them realise
This is my life,
I hope they understand!
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance!

Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance!

Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance!"

The song ended, and I saw Bella smiled proudly when the crowd screamed and cheered for the man named Peter. Oddly enough, Peter and Bella looked at each other as if they were communicating silently like Alice and I did on days Jasper was having trouble at a school controlling his thirst.

Bella walked over to a microphone."Here's Torniquet!" she shouted, and the crowd screamed and clappped, my family included, I heard Emmet and Alice cheering loudly. The rest of her band nodded, and the blonde girl began to play the guitar, and waiting a couple of seconds, Bella began to sing in an eerie voice.

"I tried to kill my pain,

But only brought more(So Much more)

I lay dying, and I'm pouring,

Crimson regret,

And betrayal.

What?! What did she just say? She tried to kill herself!? How? Why? Then I realized I was the reason.

When she sang these words the cheers died in the other's throats and they stared incredulously at the stage as Bella continued to sing.

Carlisle was looking at her closely, looking for any scars that would confirm she had tried to kill herself. Esme had one hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. All of this had occurred in less than a second, Bella was still singing in the same breath:

I'm dying, (Dying)

Praying, (Praying)

Bleeding, (Bleeding)

And Screaming.

Am I too lost, to be saved?

Am I too lost?

If that was true, then how was she alive? Had someone gotten her to a hospital in time? She wasn't a vampire, and there were no scars on her body that I could see… she looked perfectly healthy…

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation!

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation!

What did she mean by that? It sounded like she had committed a sin that would damn her to hell… what besides trying to kill herself, had she done when I left?

Do you,

Remember me?

Lost for soo long…

Will you be on the other side?

Or will you forget me?

Did she think I had forgotten her? Sorrow filled me along with the rage at having heard her say that she had tried to kill herself. What had I done?

I'm dying,

Praying,

Bleeding,

And Screaming.

Am I too lost, to be saved?

Am I too lost?

I hope this wasn't the chorus; I don't think I could bear to hear her sing this over and over again.

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation!

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation…

That as a chorus wasn't much better. The blonde girl continued to play the guitar for a few seconds before Bella sang:

(Return to me salvation!)

Oooh, oooh It sounded like ghostly moans, before:

I want to die! She shrieked loudly and all the humans jumped in fright, while my family and I all stiffened in alarm.

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation!

My god,

My tourniquet,

Return to me salvation…

My wounds,

Cry for the grave,

My soul cries,

For deliverance.

It sounded like she was still hurt, and badly…was she? And if she was, why was she here? I could hear pain in her voice as she sang…

Will I be,

Denied,

Christ?

Tourniquet,

My suiciiiide…"

That just confirmed what we were all thinking. Just then, when the song was over, I heard tap-tap tap- tap, too low for a normal human to hear from back here, and Bella stepped to the side to allow the serial killer—why the hell was she in a band with a SERIAL KILLER?!?!?—To step up to the microphone.

I could barely stop myself from I running up and dragging Bella away from him; this man was dangerous and deadly, a murderer.

The man stepped forward to the microphone and looked nervously over the crowd as the band began to play background music, He was a murderer, and he was nervous about singing in front of a crowd?

"In this farewell,

There's no blood,

There's no alibi.

Cause I've drawn regret,

From the truth,

Of a thousand lies.

Well that explained the guilt, he felt bad for killing people, but that didn't change anything; he was still too dangerous to be around Bella, in fact, he should be in some prison or something!

So let mercy come,

And wash away,

What I've done!

I'll face myself,

To cross out what I've become,

Erase myself,

And let go of what I've done.

This song reminds me of Edward… My families various thoughts came into my head, obviously they weren't thinking of the same thing I was.

Put to rest,

What you've thought of me,

While I clean this slate,

With the hands,

Of uncertainty,

Come to think of it, this did remind me of me…a little though, I wasn't anything like that murderer…

So let mercy come,

And wash away,

What I've done!

I'll face myself,

To cross out what I've become,

Erase myself,

And let go of what I've done!

Bella was playing the guitar superbly here; I wonder how she learned so quickly? Maybe she had played, but never told me…

For what I've done!

I start again,

And whatever pain

May come,

Today this ends, and forgiving

What I've done!

I'll face myself,

To cross out what I've become!

Erase myself,

And let go of what I've done!

What I've done!

Forgiving,

What I've done!"

When he was done, he looked over Bella, who nodded her head as if in permission. He smiled at her, and she smiled back without hesitation. Didn't she know she was friends with a murderer??

She turned and glanced at the other members of her band who smiled while the crowd cheered and screamed, waiting for the next song, except for the blonde girl, who from her hard-to-read thoughts I could tell she was jealous, but of what? Bella smiled at her and a second later the girl smiled back.

Mr. Serial killer began to sing as the others played music:

"Memories consume,

Like opening the wounds,

And picking me apart again.

Hmm, an odd thing for him to sing… it reminded me of how I felt when anyone thought or spoke Bella's name before now.

You all assume,

I'm safe here in my room,

Unless I try to start again,

Well that didn't sound good.

I don't want to be the one,

The battles always choose,

Cause inside I realize,

That I'm the one confused;

I don't know what's worth fighting for,

Or why I have to scream.

I don't know why I instigate,

And say what I don't mean,

I don't know how I got this way,

I know it's not all right,

So I'm breaking

The habit,

I'm breaking the habit

Tonight.

That sounded much better.

Clutching my cure,

I tightly lock the door,

I try to catch my breath again.

I-I heard much more,

Than anytime before,

I have no options left again.

Again with the ominous sounding things!

I don't want to be the one,

The battles always choose,

Cause inside I realize,

That I'm the one confused;

I don't know what's worth fighting for,

Or why I have to scream.

I don't know why I instigate,

And say what I don't mean.

I don't know how I got this way,

I'll never be all right,

So I'm breaking

The habit,

I'm breaking the habit,

Tonight!

I'll paint it on the walls!

Cause I'm the one at fault!

I'll never fight again!

And this is how it ends:!

I don't know what's worth fighting for,

Or why I have to scream,

But now we have some clarity,

To show you what I mean,

Hmm, I wonder what he meant by that…

I don't know how I got this way,

I'll never be all right,

So I'm breaking

The habit,

I'm breaking the habit,

I'mbreaking the habit,

I'mbreaking the habit

Tonight!"

When the song was over, the crowd went wild, screaming and chanting his name: "Gabri-el! Gabri-el! Gabri-el!" He smiled at them with a pretty creepy smile.

From Carlisle's mind I heard him thinking. That's odd…on the report it said that the man's name was Sylar… it's probably a pseudonym, a fake name so he can't be caught.

"Don't even think about it Gabriel" Bella said suddenly, and Blondie shot her a confused and slightly nervous look. From the emotions in her mind I could tell she was confused and slightly nervous. Did she know about this man?

Bella laughed, and said, "He's thinking of stage diving!" Emmett burst out laughing, and people turned to stare at him. Carlisle, on the other hand, was suspicious, thinking the man was going to try to kill someone.

"What's he thinking Edward?" he murmured to me in vampire frequency. "I don't know, I can't read his mind really well, or the others on the stage, I can only hear his emotions…he seems excited…but for what I don't know.

Everyone on stage was laughing now, and the crowd, looking confused, began to laugh too.

Gabriel raised one bushy eyebrow at Bella. "You think I can't stage dive if I want?" he challenged.

She nodded laughing. "Just watch me," He said, and turning to the crowd, he had to shout to be heard above the noise: "Hey you guys! What would you do if I decided to stage dive?" he shouted, and in the front row some women began to scream and giggle hysterically, their thoughts about something I would rather not hear.

Some guys laughed and grinned at him, thinking they would love to do that themselves. I rolled my eyes. Humans.

"Gabriel, you can't do it now, we've got two more songs to do! You can stage dive if they want to be the first to hear them—and see it." the man named Peter reminded him, and upon hearing this, the crowd went wild, screaming and shouting for the new song. Bella smiled in anticipation, or at least that's what I guessed. Her eyes flickered up above where we were standing without noticing us, and I too looked up to see what had captured her interest.

Through the gaps in the metal walkway above us, was a man I hadn't noticed before; he was dressed in all black and had a Japanese complexion. I was confused; what was this man doing up there? Was he a guard?

"C'mon you guys! Who wants to hear our newest songs and see the newest illusion our graphic effects genius' came up with?" Blondie shouted to the crowd, and they all began to chant, "Sing! Sing! Sing!" Claire smiled and walked to the microphone. While the crowd started chanting "Claire! Claire! Claire!" hmm, Claire, nice name, it sounded like the name of a cheerleader.

As the others began to play, Claire began to sing:

"Hold on to me love.
You know I can't stay long,
all I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid.
Oh!

Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms?

This song sounded so sad, I wonder what made her write it?

Holding my last breath,
safe inside myself,
are all my thoughts of you,
sweet raptured light, it ends here tonight!

It sounded like she had been dying… I wonder what was going to end?

I'll miss the winter,
a world of fragile things.
Look for me in the white forest
Hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)
I know you hear me;
I can taste it in your tears!

Ok, this song was just creepy.


Holding my last breath,
Safe inside myself,
are all my thoughts of you…
Sweet raptured light it ends here tonight!

Closing your eyes to disappear,
you pray your dreams will leave you here,
but still you wake and know the truth;
No one's there!

Well that sounded depressing, I tried to read her mind, but got only sadness.


Say goodnight,

Don't be afraid!
Calling me,

Calling me as you fade to black

Maybe she had been in an accident and had passed out? That was the only explanation I could come up with, but like Bella, there were no scars on her skin, that I could see…hmm, that was odd…didn't Bella used to have a bunch of small scars where she had been hurt by her own clumsiness…and vampires? I tried to look at Bella's wrist, where James had bitten her, but she was blocked from my view.

Say good night,
holding my last breath,

Don't be afraid,
safe inside myself,

Holding me,
are all my thoughts of you…
Sweet raptured light it ends here tonight!


Holding my last breath,
Safe inside myself,
are all my thoughts of you…
Sweet raptured light it ends here tonight…"

Now there was just one song left, and we were going to see some pathetic illusion that some human graphic effects artist came up with.

Bella smiled, and Claire walked over next to her so they would be singing from the same microphone; the Serial Killer got his guitar ready and Peter went to the piano in the center of the stage that I hadn't seen.

The lights on the stage dimmed, and heavy mist curled out of the smoke-machine onto the stage floor; multi-colored light flashed across the audiences faces as Peter began to play the piano… Bella and Claire began to sing in perfect synchronization as my family watched along with hundreds of human spectators:

"How can you see into my eyes, like open doors?
Leading you down into my core,

Where I've become so numb,
without a soul, my spirits sleeping somewhere cold,
until you find it there, and lead it back home.

I did not like the sound of that. At all.

Now Gabriel began to sing:


Wake me up

(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up
(Wake me up inside)
Save me
(Call my name and save me from the dark!)
Wake me up!
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up!
(Before I come undone)
Save me!
(Save me from the nothing I've become)

Was that what I had done to Bella? I could certainly imagine her becoming a zombie after I left her, had she met a new girl Claire and they had been in an accident or something, from the songs they sang it sounded like it…


Now that I know what I'm without,
you can't just leave me.

Suddenly, Bella, Claire, Peter and Gabriel all nodded at once, and above on the balcony, the black-clad raised his arms and bolts of crimson lightning shot out, over the heads of the astonished audience, and slammed into them before any of us could react. I stared in horror and was about to run to Bella when Emmett's hand clamped down on my shoulder, I snarled and tried to shake him off, but he just calmly pointed to the stage, where not even half a second had passed, but the lightning at collided with the band, harmlessly passing through each of them. As the bolt of energy lit up the upturned faces of the crowd, Bella's eyes flickered to where my family and me stood for just an instant. The main bolt disappeared in a flash with only tiny red static-sized bolts it their. The crowd let out exclamations of shock and awe as we continued to sing unfazed, while my family just stood and stared in disbelief. That lightning had been real, I could smell the burned ozone in the air, and how had that man done that? I looked up at the balcony and my family copied my movement…but impossibly, the man was gone. No human could move that fast, and I knew he wasn't a vampire…I hadn't imagined him…


Breathe into me and make me real,
bring me to life!

Wake me up!

(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up!
(Wake me up inside)
Save me!
(Call my name and save me from the dark)
Wake me up!
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up!
(Before I come undone)
Save me!
(Save me from the nothing I've become)

Bring me, to life.I've been living a lie,
there's nothing inside!
)
Bring me to life!

(


Frozen inside without your touch,
without your love, darling
only you are the life among the dead!

Ok, that sounded a lot like Bella when she was at our house, and what I had felt like when she was there, ad when she wasn't, but I had the sinking feeling she wasn't thinking of me, or herself when she sang that. Gabriel continued to sing:


All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see,
kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me!

I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems,
Not to open my eyes to everything!
Without thought, without voice, without a soul,
don't let me die here;
there must be something more!

Bring. Me. to. life!

Ok this was getting really creepy, it sound like me… I had no soul…


Wake me up!
Wake me up inside!
I can't wake up!
Wake me up inside!
Save me!
Call my name and save. Me. From. The. Dark!

Wake me up!

(Bid my blood to run!)
I can't wake up!
(Before I come undone!)
Save me!
(Save me from the nothing I've become!)

Bring. Me. To. Life!
I've been living a lie;
there's nothing inside!

Bring. Me. To.
Liiiiife!!

When the song ended, all the lights turned off with a flash of bright white. The humans were buzzing with excitement and nervousness, letting the darkness get to them. Meanwhile, my family and I could see perfectly.

Bella was staring where my family and me were hidden in the shadows, but then Peter grabbed her hand and pulled her back behind the curtain.

Quickly, before the lights came back on, we slipped out of the door to follow them; it would have been impossible to sneak past all those humans without attraction attention. We ran past the sleeping guard who was starting to stir.

Knowing this building had a back entrance; we rushed around the corner, all of us silent, wanting to get to them before they left.

I knew now, after seeing her again, and especially seeing her with a serial killer as a friend, that I needed her back in my arms, for her to be safe, even if I had to beg her on hands and knees for her to take me back.

We got to the back of the building and looked around the corner into an empty dismal parking lot, with a single light in the center of the parking lot. The light bulb was in need of replacement; it blinked on and off every half-second.

They weren't here yet; but I could hear them approaching the back door. I heard the doorknob turn, and they exited the building.

When the girl named Claire saw the lot, she said in an exasperated voice: "Geez, you'd think they could clean up a bit when there's a famous band coming huh?" while rolling her eyes.

They walked foreword so that they were next to the lone streetlight. Suddenly Bella and Peter stiffened, as if they knew they were under surveillance. We all stopped breathing and made no sound as Bella spun around, peering into the darkness nervously.

I wanted to step foreword, to reveal myself, but something stopped me; something about the way her eyes darted from shadow to shadow, they way they flashed with a dangerous light, for a second her eyes unfocused, as if she were concentrating on something…

"What is it?" A new girl with strawberry blonde hair asked, nervously looking into the darkness. Bella turned to Peter, who was looking around anxiously. Obviously he knew they were being watched too, though how he knew was a mystery to me, and from the other's thoughts, to them too.

"We're being watched." he murmured quietly to the others. Claire glanced around, both defiance and anxiety written all over her face. From her thoughts I heard her fear and anger, but it was indistinct

"C'mon, let's get out of here, fast." Peter said, Bella nodded tensely, and Peter put his hand out and they all placed their hands on his. I was confused; what were they doing? I didn't see any car, and there was no one driving here… we all took a step foreword, intending to reveal ourselves and find out what they were doing.

Bella's head whipped around, as if she heard the noise of our soundless footsteps, and for just a hundredth of a second, she stared right at us. Her eyes widened in astonishment and…fear?

I was just about to speak when, they vanished, a loud whoosh of air moving into the space they had occupied, and they were gone. Disappeared. It was if they had never existed.

We all stared in silent shock, then Emmet voiced everyone's thoughts: "What the HECK just happened?"

A split second before we vanished, I saw a group of figures standing at the edge of the lot. All of them were extremely pale, and very beautiful, and looked very familiar from the hundredth of a second that I was able to see them, and then we were gone.

An instant later, we were in the old loft of Isaac Mendez. It took me less than a second to take in the familiar surroundings; all of Isaac's paintings were pushed back against the walls, making the small room an art gallery of the future. Some sleeping bags were arranged on the floor, along with a small lamp and some boxes of food. It looked like a homeless family lived here, instead of a famous band, but this is what you have to do when you're a fugitive.

"Peter!" I shouted, and they all jumped, spinning around to look at me. "I saw some vampires— in the parking lot!" I shouted before they could ask. Their eyes widened in shock, as they all started bombarding me with questions: Did I know any of them? Were they vegetarians, or human drinkers? How many were there? Did they look hostile?

When I had first met Peter and Claire, I had told them about the Cullens, which was why I jumped off the cliff. They believed me, seeing as one had attacked them a week ago. Peter had had to kill him.

"I couldn't see them long enough to actually see them, they didn't look aggressive, they looked like they were curious, and they looked really familiar…" I trailed off as I thought of something: what if it was them? No, no that wasn't possible, it must have been someone else, another coven…

"Bella," Peter asked slowly, "It wasn't them was it? The Cullens?" he looked at me with concerned eyes, and everyone else turned to look at me. "I don't know, I didn't get to see them for more than a second, I only saw them right before we teleported." I told them, and they nodded. After a few minutes in which we discussed whether or not we should go back tomorrow night or if it was too dangerous, I got an insistent buzzing in the back of my mind. On impulse, I looked over at the blank canvases on the walls and couldn't look away.

My vision got foggy as I walked over to a large blank canvas, and countless images filled my mind as my eyes misted over and my hands blindly searched for something to paint with. My hand curled around a brush, and I began to paint.