Okay people, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I'm not sure about the quality of it. My friend likes it so I guess it has to be decent enough unless she's just saying it to be nice *shrugs*

Summary: Charlie Swan is a successful businessman ivolved in various illegal dealings. After a deal gone bad, his companies rival, Aro Volturi, orders Charlie's daughter, Bella, to be kidnapped in order fo him to cooperate. Bella is a very strong individual and causes trouble for her captors every chance she gets. The only thing she didn't count on was falling in love.

Anywho, let me know what you think and if I should continue it. I have the second chapter written and am in the middle of writing the third. I'd appreciate any constructive criticism offered, jut don't be mean about it please.

I don't have a beta, so I'm sort of using my friend as one :L
But I also read over it a few times myself to check grammar but if there are any istakes I'm terribly sorry about that and I'll change them if you point it out.

Thanks for reading,

MrsCullen2008


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Ugh, stupid alarm. I was in the middle of an amazing dream as well. I was walking along a beach, holding hands with a man. I couldn't see his face but I just knew he was important to me somehow. I was just about to ask him who he was when Mr. Alarm decided it was time for me to wake up. I stretched and attempted to hop out of bed.

"Oof", I landed face down on the floor. One of these days I won't fall getting out of bed, but with balance like mine that won't be anytime soon. You would think that someone who has a black belt in kickboxing could manage to stay upright, but unfortunately for me, I inherited the Swan's gracelessness. Ironic?

I jumped in the shower and washed my hair using my strawberry shampoo and my body with my freesia body wash. After getting dressed, I walked downstairs in the hopes that just once Charlie chose me over his job.

No such luck.

Silence greeted me as I descended the stairs. God, I really wish Charlie wasn't married to his job. You know the way it's nice to have someone to run to when you're scared? Or even just to see first thing in the morning? Well I don't have that. Ever since Renee left, Charlie basically lives in his office downtown. Or he could be living somewhere else. Who knows? Anyway, most of the time I'd be lucky if I see Charlie once or twice a week.

In marrying his job, over the years, Charlie has climbed the ladder of success until eventually he became president of the newly christened Swan Enterprises. I have no idea what the company specialises in only that Charles Swan is a much respected man. All people in the street are short of doing is bowing at his feet. Although there is always that fear present. Whether it is of Charlie himself or the power he holds, I can't be sure. All I know is that there is something different about Swan Enterprises…..something sinister.

Now don't go thinking that I've got an easy life. Oh, Daddy's never home so I can do what I want. That is not the case. There are security cameras "strategically placed" all over the house which gives a feed directly to the guards hut at the edge of our 12 acre property. I'm dropped and collected from school by an armed guard- seriously, ARMED! –and my whereabouts are always known, courtesy of a tracking device my father had implanted in my thumb. Now Charlie may seem like he doesn't care, but, in all honesty, I think I just remind him too much of Renee. He never got over his first love. So instead of putting himself through seeing her lookalike, he chose too pass his daughter off to be raised by a nanny.

Yes, I sometimes resent Charlie for not raising me himself, but I can understand where he's coming from. Who would want to look at a clone of the person who left you everyday?

Speaking of nannies and bodyguards, I wonder where everyone is. I'm usually being ushered out the door by Rodney, my armed guard, to go to school at this time.

"Hello? Rodney? Where are you?" I called. My voice echoed through the foyer, immediately making the room resemble a horror movie. The classic tale of an innocent, defenceless girl all by her lonesome in a creaking house. Although I wasn't entirely helpless, having trained in kickboxing for over seven years.

I heard a crash upstairs. I froze for a second and then bolted for the panic button mounted on the wall. Suddenly, something tackled me and I landed painfully on my stomach. From years of training, my first instinct was to fight back. I shoved whatever it was off me and leaped up from the ground to come face to face with my attacker.

I was instantly aware of the fact that he towered over my 5'4" frame. He looked to be at least 6'1". Next was the fact that he was insanely handsome. Sharp, angular jaw, straight nose, dishevelled bronze hair. The last thing I noticed was his eyes, bottomless pools of vivid green that were like windows to the soul.

I stood tense in a fighting stance.

"What do you want?" I asked, proud that my voice didn't waver.

"Oh Isabella, your father has upset some very powerful people. I'm afraid they've asked me to obtain you as a guarantee that your father obeys their wishes." The bronze haired man said.

"Like hell you're going to obtain me," I sneered.

"Well it seems as though you're not going to cooperate. Emmett? Could you come here please?" He said.

As the words were spoken, I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a bear of a man walking across the foyer towards us. The muscles in his arms looked to be the size of my thighs. He would have looked terrifying had it not been for the boyish smile present on his face.

"What's up Eddie?" he questioned.

"I told you not to call me that! Anyway, it seems as though Miss. Swan refuses to come quietly." Eddie said.

"Ooh, this is going to be fun!" Emmet exclaimed.

I was having serious doubts about his mental capacity at this stage. Not once had I relaxed my fighting stance. I f I was going down, I was going down kicking.

I saw Emmett and Eddie share a look and as one, they advanced on me. I refused to be backed into a corner, so I did what was best in a situation like this. I ran.

I sprinted through the foyer between them both. All those years of track finally paid off. I heard the sound of their pursuit behind me and knew I hadn't much time to do this. If it came down to a fight, it was going to be on my turf.

I ran into my exercise room, a large room which sported a mixture of fitness machines and punch bags hanging from the ceiling. I ran through the room to the bar at the other side. Don't ask me what possessed Charlie to put a bar in an exercise room. Although it was turning out to be very handy today.

I crouched down behind the bar and prepared myself. I heard them both run into the room.

"Spread out," called a voice. Oh boys, you just made it easier to take you both down.

There were plenty of places to hide in the room, between the machines, under the mountain of mats, behind the door (which they neglected to check, amateurs) and needless to say, behind the bar.

I heard breathing heading towards my hiding place so I tensed my self.

A head appeared above the bar so I jumped up and threw a punch at Emmett's nose. I heard a sickening crack and he staggered back, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

I landed a punch to the side of a shocked Eddie's head as I ran past and laughed to myself. I continued out of the room and down the hall. I went to turn the corner when I rammed into something hard. Strange, I mused, there wasn't a wall here before.

Something caught the tops of my arms and pulled me upright. I looked up into the face of a blonde haired man. He seemed to be around 6'2" and very lean.

He spun me around and pulled me close to him, trapping my arms behind me back.

"Let go of me! LET GO!!" I screamed.

He chuckled. The bastard laughed at me!

"No can do, darlin'. You just hold tight, or actually, I'll hold you tight." He snickered. No way in hell was 'holding tight' as he so eloquently put it. With that, I stamped my foot down onto his. He released my arms with a howl and I took off running. Unexpectedly, I fell face first to the ground. Damn equilibrium!

The next thing I knew, something heavy was pinning me down. I twisted my head around and saw that Eddie had me pinned to the floor.

"I didn't appreciate that punch, sweetheart," he growled in my ear.

"Well I don't appreciate being attacked in my own home!" I growled back.

I felt my hair being yanked back and I yelped at the sudden pain. The weight holding me down was suddenly gone and I struggled to my feet. As soon as I regained my footing, my arms were twisted behind my back in a hold I couldn't break. I looked behind me and saw that once again Eddie was keeping me pinned somehow. My arm was twisted further and I was sure my wrist was about to snap from the pressure. I whimpered in pain and heard Eddie's voice by my ear.

"Now sweetheart, are you going to behave or do we need to bring you back damaged?" he asked in a mock sweet voice.

I frantically shook my head. What chance of escaping had I with a broken wrist?

"Good girl," he muttered condescendingly.

"Edward, we've gotta get going. I only gave the guards and nanny enough to knock them out for a couple of hours." said Blondie.

"Okay Jasper, pass me the chloroform. Isabella's going for sleepy time," he cooed mockingly in my ear.

I saw the rag approaching my face and tried to hold my breath. Eddie held the rag over my nose and mouth, making sure I couldn't inhale without breathing in the chloroform. After holding my breath for two minutes or so, Edward got sick of waiting so he started squeezing me to him, forcing the air from my lungs. I took a panicked breath and immediately felt the effect of the chloroform.

Darkness crept up on my vision and I was aware of someone cradling me in their arms as they walked out the door. Then the blackness claimed me.


So any thoughts?? Should I continue?

P.S I'm Irish so sorry if they don't speak like American people. I'm basing Bella's reactions on what I think I would be like in a situation like that so she's somewhat OOC. So are some of the other characters.