AN: Ok well I'm glad some people liked my idea for this story. I don't know exactly where I'm going with this but I think it will come as I write. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Again, these are the characters of Stephenie Meyer and Ted & Terry.

Chapter 2: Kiss me goodbye, and sleep.

I stirred from the blackness of a dreamless night. I smiled as I groggily felt a pressure of an arm resting on my waist. Edward must have returned from hunting in the middle of the night. Waking up to Edward's ocher eyes was a sign of a good day. "Good morning Edward," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. Not waiting for a reply, I turned toward the arm and snuggled into the marble hard form……wait. Not hard. Soft, warm and smelling of….alcohol?

My eyes shot open. I first wondered what Jacob was doing in my bed but then I realized it wasn't possible for it to be Jacob. He was now gone. My adrenalin jumped into action. I quickly processed the image of a man, with long dreaded hair, wearing only pants lying belly down in my bed. I looked around. Not my bed, not even my room! Where the hell am I! Breathing hard I looked around the room for something I could use for a weapon. I looked over to the nearest chair, spotting an old fashioned gun and sword suspended by a belt, sitting on it. Realizing I wouldn't be any use with a gun. I picked up the sword and suppressed my fear. I needed to be able to think rationally to be able to escape my captor, who I was guessing, was presently sleeping away.

Hesitantly stepping back to the bed I held the sword out, poking my sleeping captor in the back. He mumbled incoherently and turned his face toward me. Jumping back at the sudden movement, I took a moment to memorize the kidnappers face. It was outlined with a beard and mustache, oddly doting beads in the braided beard. He had a very tan face, and eyes smudged with eyeliner. The only guys I've seen wear eyeliner are the band members on CD's. He had a scar on the edge of his jaw and was wearing a red bandanna on his forehead. His face was one I would expect to be on a poster advertising for a new movie. Controlling my breathing once again, I poked the man in the back once more. I held my breath as I watched his eyes flutter open and then blink, adjusting to the bright light coming from the window in the corner of the room. My captor focused in on me, holding his sword at him, and his eyes widened.

"Not good!" He mumbled in a scratchy voice. He sounded like he had an accent. Getting up, he sat on the bed, watching me as I backed up, staying out of his grasp. He eyed me warily as he stood up. I backed up even more, still holding the sword at his heart. He put his hands up in a motion of surrender, swaying. He seemed like he was drunk but he just woke up.

"Now, luv. You have no reason to be holding my own weapon against me. If you want your pay, I've got to go over there to get it." He slurred in a British accent, pointing over to the chair with the gun.I stood my ground.

"I know there's a gun over there. I'm not going to give you the chance to shoot me." I knew Alice would see this turn of events and I wouldn't be too shocked to see Edward burst through the door at any minute. I was perfectly content to stay with him at sword point until that time came but my kidnapper had other ideas.

"Luv, I had no intention of shooting you. I was going to pay you, that's all." He said in a slow voice, like trying to calm down a panicked animal. That's probably what I looked like right now. A cornered cat.

"Why do you keep saying 'pay you'?" I asked, frustrated. I might as well figure out how this mess happened while I had him at the end of a sharp object.

"I always pay my women, savvy? You will be no exception." He slurred in a serious tone. He watched me as I tried to decipher what he said.

His women? What-oh! He thinks I'm a whore! Wait, he thinks I'm a whore? Even more confused than before I vented my aggravation.

"Why the hell would you think I'm a whore when you kidnapped me??" I said poking him in the chest again.

His eyes widened with surprise. "Kidnap? Luv, I don't kidnap. It's not my forte. I prefer taking ships and maybe pillaging the occasional town. But never kidnapping. Too messy." He said, waving his hands about.

I watched his hands as he spoke, entranced as he demonstrated his words with motion. It was kind of funny.

"Of course you kidnapped me! How else did I end up in this dump?" I gestured to the room we were standing in. It was small with wood everything and one bed. There was one window across from the door and a desk with an old style oil lamp, underneath it.

"First off, luv. This," He gestured around the room, swaying in the process. "is not a dump. It just so happens to be the best tavern in San Juan, The Deer's Shin." Ignoring my wide eyes and agape mouth, he continued, "Secondly I can assure you that I did NOT kidnap you. You probably followed me to my room last night, in a drunken state, begging me to show you a night of pleasure." He grinned at the last statement. "Of course you don't remember, but I'd be more than willing to show you again." He smirked with a glint in his eye. I knew that glint. Edward had it on some occasions when he enjoyed the smell of my blood.

I stared at him with wide eyes. Did he say San Juan? That's impossible. They were in Forks. Or at the most, Port Angeles. There was no way that I could be taken to Puerto Rico in one night without ever waking up. I tried to connect words to make a coherent sentence. "San…Puerto…Deer's…" I walked over to the window, forgetting about my captor for the moment. I looked out the window to a different world. There were people walking around in an old 18th century style town, dressed in old, grungy clothing. There were no cars, metallic buildings or modern anything. I stared out the window. "San….Juan?" Mechanically, I looked back to the man staring at me with eyebrows raised. "What year is it?" He looked at me like I was crazy but answered anyway.

"Its 1728, luv."

And that's when I passed out.