The characters are all human. Emmett and Bella are brother and sister, Alice is Bella's best friend, and Rosalie, Jasper, and Edward are all brothers and sister.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the creator of all things Twilight. I am not attempting to make any kind of profit by borrowing her characters.
BPOV
I was glad the my brother had come over to help diffuse the situation. Barfights are never a good idea; the place could get shut down for a few days if it got bad enough. And since Emmett brought over Rosalie's brothers, I got to get a better look at Edward. He was even more amazing up close.
But would this situation make him think badly of me? I didn't want these rude guys coming up to us at all, but Edward wouldn't know that. All I wanted right now was to sink into a hole in the ground.
Just then, laughter brought me out of my thoughts. Some said something funny? In this situation?
Then the sleazy guy, the first to come up to us, threw a punch. Oh, shit. The fight was one.
Emmett blocked it easily, and threw one of his own, but it was ducked, of the jerk's friends went down instead. Jasper got head butted. Rosalie, because she can never resist a fight, kneed the first jackass in the groin. He moaned, and went to his knees, clutching his balls.
Another one of the shady guys punched Edward, and he managed to kick the guy in the knee. Alice was everywhere, yanking hair, poking eyes, darting away to fast for people to retaliate.
I looked around, trying to see if I could help, when the first guy came up behind me. "Come on, baby. You're coming with me."
EPOV
I had one guy down and was trying to get another in a headlock when I heard a shriek. "Help! Emmett! Alice!" I whipped my head around and saw that one of the sickos was dragging Bella out of the bar. Emmett and I jumped up and ran after them, but the door closed before we got there.
By the time we got outside, the creep almost had her in his car. Bella screamed when she saw us, and that made him turn around. This gave me enough time to reach him and toss him toward Emmett, who would undoubtedly take care of him, and scoop Bella up in my arms.
She threw her arms around me, sobbing. I tried to check her over for injuries, but I was to overwhelmed by the feeling of having her in my arms to care that much. I was also glad that Emmett and I had arrived in time, so that nothing had happened to her.
I whispered in her ear, over and over again, "It's okay, Bella, it's okay. I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you, ever." A song came to me, and, as inappropriate as it was for the moment, I started to hum it.
She looked up at me in surprise. "You know my song?" she asked softly?
"What do you mean, your song?"
"'Somebody's Baby'…that's my song," she whispered, leaning against me again.
I looked down at her in amazement. She looked so lovely, even after what had happened to her tonight. She wasn't somebody's baby. She was mine. But how could I tell her that, especially after the violence of tonight?