Yes I know its a short chapter, but short chapters suit my purpose at the moment! I decided to print of the whole thing so far yesterday so I could easily refer to it when I was writing. It was 72 pages long! I used up most of my dads new black ink cartridge-he was not pleased! Happy reading!

Disclaimer:- Basic plot-propety of Disney. Words and waffle -property of me.


Tristan Blaine paced up and down the moonlit hallway trying to formulate a plan that would make all his dreams come true. Bella would finally be his, whether she liked it or not. He played out the fateful moment in his head. She would stand there shaking from a glorious blend of fear and desire and then he would pick her up in his massive arms and take her to one of his cars where they'd drive off to his father's isolated country lodge and spend the next week making endless and blazing love. It was the perfect scenario. He just had to figure out how to get her to that point. Fortunately, he now had a potent weapon to use against her. It was simply a case of finding the best way to put his plan into action.

However, Tristan had no gift for strategy. He was very much an impulsive person. He thrived on risks and spontaneity and a lot of the time this worked for him, but on this occasion he could not afford for anything to go wrong. The slightest mistake meant that he would end up a disgrace--both to the Blaine family name and the village that had always adored him. Bella would come back soon. He had no doubt of that and when she did, he'd be ready for her…but with what?

Tristan kicked the nearest item of furniture in frustration. Unfortunately, it was a very solid mahogany desk and he merely succeeded in making his toes throb along with the veins in his temples. He hopped up and down on one leg in agony, gritting his teeth and screwing up his eyes.

It was at this very moment that Patrick chose to enter the corridor and encounter his only son dancing around the place in a very undignified manner. He took a long swig of the whisky that never left his hand and shook his head.

"Son? What are you doing?"

"What do you care?" was the immediate response.

"Now, now! No reason to behave like that, is there? Drink?"

He thrust the bottle in Tristan's general direction but Tristan shook his head dejectedly. Patrick was beyond confused. A problem that could not be solved with whisky? One that could not be soothed by the feel of a delicate fire in ones throat and the sweet sense of numbness in ones thoughts? It must be serious.

"What's the problem, son?"

"Nothing."

Tristan's eyes were as black as thunder. He was starting to forget the pain in his toe.

"It doesn't look like nothing" said Patrick, taking a few tentative steps forward whilst the bottle in his hand swayed in time with his footsteps.

"Will you get that thing out of my face?" snarled Tristan, his heavy hand reaching for his dads pride and joy. Patrick was in his face before he could get to it.

"Careful, son!" he warned. "You wouldn't want to get me angry now, would you?"

"No, sir," said Tristan from behind clenched teeth as he desperately tried not to inhale his fathers stagnant breath.

"That's better. Now…what if I told you that I know where your little girlfriend is? Hmmm?"

Tristan's ears pricked up. His eyes stared in disbelief and his mouth suddenly felt dry.

"What?"

"I said, I know where Bella is, son. Are you deaf or something?"

"But…but how?" Tristan stammered.

"Never mind that for now. Are you going to pay attention or not?"

Tristan could only nod.

"Good. Now, listen carefully…."Patrick gently brought his son towards him with a rough hand, but then suddenly changed his mind.

"No, not here," he murmured to himself. "Somewhere more private."

In a few minutes, the two of them were sat in Patrick's study. Tristan was astonished. He was now seemingly allowed in the room that had got him into so much trouble at long last. Perhaps this meant that his father finally trusted him. He watched as Patrick lit a cigar then sat down in his chair, resting his feet on the desk in front of him. Then, as calmly as fallen snow, he said

"She's in danger. Here, have one of these bad boys."

Tristan lit the cigar with trembling fingers and then learnt back mirroring his father's position. After a few good puffs he said "Tell me what I have to do to save her."

"Now, that's my boy" grinned Patrick, feeling closer to his son than he had in years.

Two hours, six cigars and a generous amount of whisky later, he had told him everything.


I am aware that I didn't get this chapter checked this time so its probably full of grammatical errors! I was too eager to get it online!

Review responses:-

LumBabsFan:- I'm glad you thought the binoculars worked. Coming up with the modern-day counterparts of things always make me a bit apprehensive so yay! And of course this won't be the last time they see eachother :) And I was originally gonna make her leaving him a bit more romantic as it is in the film, but at the last minute I opted for the dramatics instead. Besides, i'm thinking she feels just a little bit guilty right now so having a slushy goodbye would be the last thing on her mind. A for whats going to happen next-you'll just have to wait and see!

TrudiRose- Thanks for all your really kind words and your help with my grammer so far. Didn't employ your servies on this chapter cos i just wanted to get it posted. I'm aiming for quick updating for these shorter chapters. Anyway, the insane asylum and the mob-I have ideas that I'm really hoping will work. I might actually run them by you first, but its going to be...interesting!

Isabella:- Hi! Thanks for reviewing. That chapter was one of my favorites to write too so I'm glad you enjoyed it. I do like exploring the darker side of fairy tales-when you're setting them in modern-day you kind of have to make them darker a bit. Anyway, thanks a lot. Hope you find time to read the rest soon.

Lauren;- Thank you so much! I'm really flattered that you think this is one of the best fanfictions you've read:) I also love Beauty and the Beast (is it obvious? lol)

Rosakara:- Thanks! And don't worry I will be updating soon. can't just leave you hanging, can I?

bellamegs- Ok, that was surreal lol I think it was meant to be positive...I don't want to ask and yet i feel I am compelled to do so, so...what?

jr.Journalist- Of course you get mentioned, you're one of my reviewers now-you can't escape! Mwahahahahaha! Ahem...yeah sorry about the suspense thing, but I should warn you, i think its gonna get worse. I'm in the mood for some cliffhangers! Oh, and the fluff at the end? It will be the best display of fluff you have ever seen...or will it? Mwahahahahahaha!

Damian:- And the prize for most interesting (and longest) review goes to...Thanks for satisfying my sad delusions so nicely. Now I've got my kiss from a make-believe hero I'll stop bothering him so he can go back to Lizzie in peace. Lol I'm glad you think i did the perfect emotional response...it just felt right doing it that way. Hope you like this chapter too. P.S What's strep?