Hi Everyone,

This is my first FanFiction ever and really just my first attempt at writing. I'm usually not a writer so...

Just give my story a try. I would really like feedback of any kind and suggestions, so I can improve.

Thank You and Enjoy!

Emily

He swung at me again. I ducked, or rather tried to. Thud. Blackness.

My eyes opened. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the sunlight streaming through my window, warming my fair skin. This isn't right… I thought just as I fell unconscious again.

Snapping open, my eyes tried to focus on the blob across the room. Frustrated, I must have let out a groan, as the blob started approaching me. This time, however, my eyes focused on a blurry man stalking towards me slowly. Panicking as he approached closer and closer, I tried to let out a scream. All that came out was a hoarse blubber.

"What's your name?" The figure asked.

"A… uh… Ashley," I stuttered. "Ashley Brostowski."

Silently, he retreated back to a circular table and continued to type away on his laptop. Relaxing, I thought though my situation. Where was I? How long have I been here for? Is he a threat? Do I need to eliminate him?

I must have passed out again, as when I woke up again, it was light outside. I tried to evaluate my surroundings without moving too much. But other than the bed I was laying on and the table the blob had been typing on, there wasn't much else in the room.

The door. Could I get out? That part of me kicked in. Of course not, he wouldn't kidnap you with a way to escape. Unless… he didn't have much experience. Before I could make up my mind, the door opened and in walked a guy with the greenest eyes I've ever seen. He must've been the blob I saw earlier.

"Ah... I see that you're awake," he said indifferently as he sat down at the round table again. He pulled out a laptop form the bag I just realized he'd been carrying.

Wow, so no answers. Un-fricking-believable, I muttered internally. After five minutes of silence, I cleared my throat and stood up, "Who exactly are you?" My question must have taken him by surprise, as his head snapped up.

"Cul-, um… Grant," he stated, "my name is Grant."

"Are you sure?" It didn't even take me a second to know he was lying.

"Yes," he looked away. "I'm absolutely sure" He turned back around to look me in the eyes. I held his gaze until I felt he was letting his guard down.

"You're lying" I stated passively.

"Okay, fine. My name's Edward." He dropped his gaze and returned to his laptop. I sat in the seat next to him. Edward. Why did that sound so familiar?

Abruptly, he stood up. "Want something to eat?" Right on cue, my stomach growled, I didn't realize how starving I was before he said that.

"Yeah." He went to get whatever food he had brought through a door I didn't see before. He left his laptop on the table. Unguarded. I could just… No! I couldn't get caught. Play him, my inner conscious screamed at me.

Just then, he stepped out holding two turkey sandwiches and two plastic water bottles. "Turkey?" he asked. I nodded. We ate in silence. When we were finished, he got up to throw everything away.

"Come on," he ordered nodding towards the door. Silently, I got up and followed him. We started walking onto the sunny streets of what looked like a tropical island. June, around 80 degrees outside, maybe 75% humidity, palm trees. Bermuda.

"Where exactly am I?"

"Sorry, can't tell you." When I looked away disappointed, he continued, "It's not you," he sighed then started again, "I have orders from higher up".

He started walking into a tall, fancy skyscraper. After passing security, we went up the elevator to the top of the building.

"Don't bite your lip," he menaced. I immediately released it from my teeth's hold. Ding. He led me to an official looking door and knocked. C. Cullen.

"Come in," someone called from the inside. Edward opened the door, and we walked in. My eyes connected to the gold ones of another gold-haired figure before slipping them to those of the pixie girl standing next to him.

Alice. No, I thought internally. She's dead. Then everything came crashing down. Higher up. Organization. Bermuda. The Cullens. Carlisle. His name is Edward.

All that realization came crashing at me, while I tried not to freak out. This man has probably killed hundreds of people. What does he want to do to me? My head started to spin, and I waited for my head to hit the ground as everything became blurry, but it never did.