Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight- Stephanie Meyer does.

I woke a split second before I heard the click of the lock opening. I jerked upright, bunching the covers in my fists and covering myself as best I could. I didn't trust him- no surprise there.

I gave a small gasp when I looked at him. He had taken his mask off, and I hated to admit it, but he was drop dead gorgeous! He had slightly wavy, honey-blond hair that came halfway down his ears and flicked at the edges, and a pair of the most stunning eyes I had ever seen. They were a deep, sparkling blue.

He had also changed his clothes from yesterdays black outfit, to a pair of worn jeans, and a jumper that fit his body more snugly than the previous one. He was tall and lean, but had clearly defined muscles and looked in good fitness; someone not to mess with.

I cursed myself for my thoughts, and was determined to ignore how good he looked to find a way out instead. I noticed then that he had a tray in his hands, and he began to come over, shutting the door behind him with his foot.

"Sleep well?" he seemed awkward as he put the tray at the bottom of the bed and took a few steps away with his hands clasped behind his back. When I saw the plate of yummy looking toast and butter, and the glass of water on top of the tray; I suddenly realised I was starving.

I got out of the covers and sat on top of the bed, always keeping one eye on my kidnapper warily. I had no idea if he was going to jump me or just stand and stare.

I pulled the tray onto my lap and took a sip of water to soothe my dry throat. "I'm Bella." I told him suddenly. I had an unknown urge for him to know, as though it would save me somehow.

He just nodded slightly.

"What's your name?" I asked after a few awkward seconds and a bite of toast.

He didn't reply, just continued to watch me through those mesmerising blue eyes. I shifted the tray nervously on my legs under his gaze. How I could still be shy in this situation amazed me.

I finished the toast, and my bladder made itself known. "Could I use the bathroom?" I asked, going red with embarrassment.

"I suppose." he said uncomfortably. "Follow me."

I left the tray lying on the bed as I stumbled along after my kidnapper. In the daylight, I could now see, and I looked at my surroundings. I realised we were in a fairly long corridor with the occasional door on either side. The floor had a soft golden carpet, and the walls were painted cream.

A sudden thought struck me; was my kidnapper alone in this house?

I hadn't heard or seen anyone else, but they could be out- working or something. My guy might be relatively nice, but maybe his friends wouldn't. Would they try something with me?

I shuddered just as my kidnapper stopped in front of a door, opened it, and pushed me through gently.

The bathroom was relatively large, white tiled, with a thankfully clean toilet and sink with a large, shiny silvery mirror and a decent sized, all in one bath and shower.

"Take your time." said my captor awkwardly, shutting the door behind himself as he slid out.

"okay," I muttered to myself, still flushed with embarrassment, and I went about my business.

I flushed, washed my hands, and ran my hands quickly through my hair when I caught a glimpse of how messy it was in the mirror, then I realised it was a futile attempt- there were just too many knots!

I opened the door and peered out. My kidnapper looked right back at me. I blinked, blushed, and tripped over the corner of the door as I went to close it behind me.

I fell straight into his strong arms, but he caught me easily then began to laugh. My blush worsened, and I scrambled out of his hold to avoid further embarrassment. "Thanks." I stuttered.

"Any time." he replied, before chuckling again at the look on my face.

I huffed a little, folding my arms to glare at him. He just laughed harder when I did, and I waited impatiently for him to finish.

Then I heard ringing and he instantly froze, before reaching into his pocket and drawing out a sleek, silver cell phone. He pressed his finger to his lips, suddenly serious, and answered the call.

"Yes?" his face paled and he suddenly looked worried. I tensed, this could not be good news. Were his friends coming?

"no." he hung his head slightly, his knuckles going white as he tightened his grip on the cell.

"what is it-" I began but he pressed his finger to his lips and I shut up.

I heard the faint buzz as the caller spoke, and my captor closed his eyes, "I cant do that."
the voice on the other end got louder, angrier. He winced, and looked at me, then the floor, "and then that's it?"

I took a step back, my eyes darting around. Could I make it to the stairs before he caught me? To the front door? Where would I go from there? I didn't even know where we were, I would have to get hold of a phone.

"No! That wont be necessary!" my kidnappers voice was suddenly louder, almost frantic. "I can keep it under control!"

he was quiet for a minute, then he closed his cell phone and let out an angry breath. I took another step back as he turned to me, "Come on." he snapped, grabbing my arm, tugging me back down the corridor.

I yelped, almost stumbling again, but he didn't stop or slow, just yanked me to my feet and pulled me along behind him, back into the room I had been in earlier. He shoved me in, grabbed the tray and strode out again, locking the door behind himself.

"Wait!" I exclaimed, jumping to the door to try the handle, pressing my ear to the door desperately. "What's going on?" I pleaded but his footsteps had already faded away into silence.

I considered breaking the door down, but I knew I wasn't strong enough so I kicked it instead, and yelped when my foot made contact with the solid wood. I hopped to the bed and sat down, folding my arms and pouting sourly. This just wasn't fair.

After a while I began to pace the room, trying to sort things through in my mind. I had no idea who had been on the phone, or what had got my kidnapper so worried, but I knew it wasn't good.

I ran through the one sided conversation in my mind again. At the end he had said 'I can keep it under control'. What was he keeping under control? Me? Was the person he was talking to sending more people to 'control' the situation.

I groaned, flopping onto the bed. One would be hard enough to get away from, but two? Or more? What if the people that were being sent over wanted to hurt me. I paled and began to shake.

I could suddenly hear footsteps coming, and the click as the door opened. I waited, heart thumping, but the person that walked through was thankfully familiar.

My kidnapper stared at me, curled up on the bed and shaking, before coming over. I leaned away from him, and he halted, his hands clasped once again behind his back.

"Who is coming?" I whispered.

He looked surprised, then realisation crept onto his face and he nodded slightly, "A few... friends." he said eventually. His expression clearly told me that they were anything but.

"Do they have to come?" please say no, please say no.

Unfortunately, he nodded, "I have no choice in the matter." he explained.

My face fell, and I shuddered. "Who called you earlier?" I asked quietly.

"my... Boss." he replied, looking uncomfortable. I suddenly wondered if he had a choice in anything.

He seemed to be more willing to answer questions now, I thought I should ask the one that was really bugging me. "What's your name? I've told you mine, its only polite for you to return the courtesy." I said, gathering as much courage as I could.

His blue eyes narrowed fractionally, and for a heart-stopping second I thought he was mad and he was going to hurt me. "You can call me Jasper." he told me finally and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, Jasper." I said, blushing suddenly. It felt strangely comforting to be able to put a name to his face.

He smiled fractionally, "Do you need anything else?"

I shook my head and tried to process all the information. "When are they coming?" I asked suddenly.

He understood instantly. "A few hours."

I groaned quietly, running my hands though my hair. I deliberated on asking him for a hairbrush, but decided against it; I didn't want to push my luck, if I had any.

"A word of advice," said Jasper after a while of silence, "I'd keep quiet around... them."

I nodded, biting my lip nervously. "Will they hurt me?" I whispered fearfully.

Jasper paused, and my stomach clenched with fear. "Don't give them any reason to." he warned, "they're not the most... patient of people."

I nodded, tears springing to my eyes. How was I going to get through this?

"Are you sure you don't want anything before they get here?" he pressed.

I wondered if the new people would allow me food like Jasper did, so I nodded, "could I have something to eat please."
Jasper nodded, and went out, locking the door behind him as his footsteps faded away. I lay back on the bed covering my eyes, a sob managing to escape. I forced myself not to cry any more, to hold myself together and not show any sign of weakness while the others were here.

Jasper returned with the tray again, with some biscuits, pop-tarts, toast, and a glass of water.

"thank you." I took the tray from him and dug in. Jasper stood back, looking worried, his eyes distant. I wondered why he was doing this. He seemed like a nice guy. Under normal circumstances, I would be more than happy to be his friend. Was he forced into this like I was?

Jasper took the finished tray from me, and I thanked him once again. "I'll be back later." he told me as he left again, the door clicking behind him.

I sighed, and tucked my knees to my chin, wrapping my arms around my legs worriedly. I had a few hours until Jasper's 'friends' got here but with nothing to do, I just spent the hours panicking.

Then my blood ran cold as I heard the distant knock on what I assumed was the front door. They were here.

A/N: I hope that was okay. Please review and tell me your thoughts!