The next morning I was woken up by a hyperactive bear-man and an over-reacting blond who thought it would be nice to wake me up by jumping repeatedly in front of my bed shouting their heads off.

"Wake up Bellsy! Alice is coming!" Emmett scooped me out of the bed, at the same moment as I realized that Edward had already woken up and left the room.

"Alice hasn't seen this apartment yet! I need to make the bed or she'll think I'm some untidy cowboy!" Jasper moaned, seeming to genuinely believe that she would think that. "And Bella, if by any chance you manage to have a few words with Alice- and I have no doubt that somehow you will- not one word about why you're here, do you understand?"

I purposefully didn't answer him and instead focused my attention on trying to wriggle out of Emmett's arms, but he held fast. "Oh no you don't Bellsy. No walking: doctor's orders." Then he held me up so he could whisper in my ear: "And don't think I didn't notice that you didn't answer Jasper. I'm warning you Bells, try anything and you're dead. If you make Edward or James angry they will kill you. You better listen to Jasper. And don't give me any trouble either, or I'll tell everyone your most embarrassing stories." I decided to get him back at breakfast…

Half an hour later, Emmett was covered in maple syrup, which I'd dumped on him after he'd dumped me in a chair in front of the kitchen table. Edward was covered in pancake mix, which served him right and I didn't regret at all- that would teach him to meddle with me and my syrup pouring!

James was sitting on the carpet with a packet of Cheetos, watching everything with childlike enthusiasm. I had a feeling my coming here was the most exciting thing to happen to him in years.

Jasper was hopping up and down with a mop and a frying pan surveying the damage and almost pulling his hair out as he tried to decide whether to clean the syrup from the floor first, or the batter from the walls. He was still dancing around desperately trying to clean everything up when the doorbell rang. I crossed my fingers hopefully; so far they'd forgotten about locking me in a room or whatever they were planning to do while Alice was here. Just a few more seconds and I could tell Alice to call the police…

Jasper looked up desperately. "Hold on Alice!" He motioned quickly to Edward, and too late I saw him pouring a horrible-smelling liquid into a cloth on the table. I tried to get up and run but James, who had come over to the kitchen table, held my shoulder and firmly pushed me back down. I weighed my options quickly:

One: run, be caught, drugged and most likely locked in a room

Two: plead and beg to meet Alice. I knew this would never happen, so I discarded that idea.

Three: be drugged here, and hope they keep me in the living room, where (if I woke up on time) I could tell Alice what was happening.

Obviously, I opted for three, but a thought struck me suddenly. I'd seen it in the movies…would it work in real life? Worth a shot, I decided, and I sucked in a deep breath as Edward advanced, holding the cloth over his hand.

He stuck it firmly over my mouth, seeming surprised that I wasn't struggling, and held it there firmly. I slowly counted to twenty in my head, then let my body go limp as Jasper worked to unlock the padlock on the front door. Edward picked up my still body and carried me to one of the sofas, laying me quite gently in a half-lying-down, half-sitting position next to him. I had to stop myself from taking in deep breaths, not wanting to alert him to the fact that I was awake.

I heard Jasper finally manage to get the door open, and risked a peek at the person who was my ticket out of this place. I almost gasped in surprise at what I saw.

A tiny girl bounded into the room- with her short spiky dark hair, and small frame she reminded me of a child. But she obviously wasn't: her features were far too defined and beautiful for a child. I scoffed inwardly- wrestler? More like elf! This little thing could hardly bust me out of preschool! Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration…she looked quite tough. And she wasn't that short…she would come up to around me shoulder. But still! Why couldn't Jasper have a thing for women in uniform, or women in boxing gloves? Why did he have to choose a 5-foot pixie wearing D&G?

"Jasper!" She practically ran over to him, and he caught her, laughing, and spun her around. I found myself feeling slightly envious at the amazing relationship they obviously shared.

While they stared at each other adoringly, James coughed loudly, breaking them out of their trance.

"Ahem…sorry, Alice, I forgot to introduce you…these are my brothers Edward, who you've met before I think," Edward made a gesture resembling a wave, "Emmett," Emmett waved energetically with both hands, "and our friend James." James nodded at her.

Alice frowned slightly when she noticed me, and as she turned her attention to me lying next to Edward, I quickly squeezed my eyes shut.

"Who's this?" she inquired, coming closer to inspect me. "She looks familiar. And why is she asleep?"