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Diclaimer: *stares at you blankly*

Chapter 4

As the carriage pulled up Bella waited for the driver to open her door, stepping out as gracefully as she could, this was a challenge for her. Bella was probably the most uncoordinated, klutzy person ever, besides her dad.

"This way Bella," her dad told her, leading her to the large house. It was about twice as big as their house, and their house was pretty big.

"Ah, Mr. Swan," said the man at the door, "And this must be Isabella. I'd like you to meet my son, Anthony." He gestured to a young man who held his arm out to her. She took it gingerly, her hand resting in the crook of his arm as he lead Bella out onto the dance floor.

"Pleasure to meet you Isabella," He said politely.

"The pleasure's all mine," She replied curtly. He frowned slightly before twirling her around, the golden dress flaring out at the edges. And then they were dancing, gliding across the dance floor in an awkward silence.

"You look beautiful tonight," he said. She smiled and nodded, for some reason her usual blush not appearing. Looking up at him she realized he could easily see down her dress and then the blush was there, present and growing, as he continued to look at her chest.

It took Bella a moment to realize that he was now leading her toward the edge of the room. "Would you like me to show you the house?" He asked.

"That would be lovely," came the immediate reply. She knew how bored she sounded though she didn't bother to make up for it but looking optimistic. Instead she stared at the walls blankly as he lead her around, pointing out famous paintings and works of art as well as the different rooms.

"And this is my room," he said, his voice all of a sudden husky. He lead her inside, closing the door behind him as he gently pushed her onto the bed, leaning over her and attacking her lips with his.

A muffled cry escaped her as she tried to push him off, failing as he pinned her arms above her head with one hand, the other pushing the many folds of her dress up slowly.

"Get off her," came a sudden, feral like growl. He looked up, not letting go yet, and was met with the black eyes of Edward Cullen.

"Is this how you treat your guests?" He asked coolly, striding over and easily pulling him off of her. He picked Bella's shocked figure up and cradled her to his chest, surprise flitting across his features as her delicate fingers curled around the edges of his jacket, not letting go.

"I-I w-was just-" Anthony stuttered. Edward glowered at him, his eyes threatening, before he walked lout of the room and slammed the door shut, carrying Bella down the hall and around the corner before he put her down.

"You're not breathing," she said, calm again. He looked at her in shock before his face became emotionless again.

"You're welcome," he said curtly. She flinched at his tone and shot him a small glare. "Thank you," she said, before turning around and walking back downstairs to the ball, marching straight to her father.

"Ma we leave? I'm feeling ill," she lied. She knew he could tell she was lying but her father sighed, nodding and leading her back outside to their waiting carriage.

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