A/N: Another chapter!! As always, thanks to my awesome reviewers, who give me inspiration to keep writing.

Disclaimer: FYI Cinderella, dreams don't actually come true. If they did, I would own Twilight by now. But I don't, do I? SO QUIT LYING AND GETTING EVERYONE'S HOPES UP, ALRIGHT?!?!??!?


BPOV:

My fall comes to an abrupt stop about a metre from the ground. Someone's strong arms wrap around my torso and the wind is knocked out of me. Man, am I dizzy! I squint up at my saviour, trying to distinguish their face. Eventually the fuzziness subsides and I can make out the person…it's the bartender. He must have been behind me-serving drinks- while I was dancing on the table!

The bartender is young, probably my age, and has shaggy blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. He just shakes his head and laughs at me in a deep voice.

"My herooooo!" I cry, mimicking a princess after being saved from the evil troll by Prince Charming. For extra effect, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss his warm cheek.

"You need a rest." he comments decidedly, setting me on my feet but sliding an arm around my waist. To keep me from falling over, right?

"Okay dokay!" I reply, smiling happily up at him.

He leads me out of the room and to a staircase, which he helps me go up. For some reason my foot keeps missing the steps and I keep almost falling. But the bartender guy is very good, he's always there to catch me. He is very nice for someone I just met.


EPOV:

The party is a mad-house by the time I arrive. The music blares through my sensitive ears and the thoughts running through people's heads vary from:

I swear that lamp just moved…

to

Wow that girl dancing up on the bar sure looks hot.

As I enter the house I manage to locate Jacob's thoughts, which are definitely not at all reassuring.

Shit shit shit where is she!?

I find him sitting with his head in his hands outside. He looks up at me and fear crosses his face.

"Where's Bella?" I ask, telling myself to remain as calm as I can. Killing Jacob won't bring me any closer to finding her.

He groans. "I have no idea. We got separated about an hour ago, on arrival. She's not answering her cell and I've searched the whole house. Twice."

Rage burns through me. An hour ago?! Fragile Bella could so easily be hurt by now. Especially with what Alice saw in her vision… I push that unpleasant thought aside though and focus on the task ahead.

I begin exploring the minds of partiers, hearing snippets of random conversation's in hopes of hearing her name or seeing a mental picture.

And then I have one. Through this persons mind I see Bella, being led up a staircase and into a bedroom with a young man. A hot fire rips through my body and I feel about ready to explode. First I'll find Bella. Then, I'll deal with him…

I dash towards the staircase I saw earlier, leaving a perplexed Jacob outside. Shoving my way past people for what feels like an eternity I finally reach the stairs. Uncaring as to who see's me I sprint my way with inhuman speed up them. Most won't even remember the events of this party by tomorrow…

I burst through the first door in upstairs hallway, momentarily interrupting two strangers heavily making-out on a bed. In one swift move I slam the door shut and open the next door I come to.

As I open the door the smell of alcohol hits me. And…the sweet, desirable smell of Bella's blood pumping through her veins. I hear her unmistakable heartbeat, a beat I would recognise anywhere, thumping at a slower-than-normal pace. She's either sick or…drunk.

I immediately leap into the dark room and close the door behind me. My eyes fall upon two figures, in which my unique eyes see with crystal clearness. One is Bella, standing 10.76 feet away from me and swaying slightly as she leans against a wall. The other is the mystery man, who I see has blond hair sculpted to sit messily over his head and sky blue eyes. A new bubble of anger bursts inside me as I read his thoughts and what he intends to do with Bella.

In the second he looks up to investigate the sudden noise of me entering I have darted to Bella, picked her up and am on the other side of the room. His mouth pops open in surprise as his eyes flick to where we are standing.

Did I really drink that much?

He thinks as he frowns at me confusedly. Bella is looking at me strangely, as if she doesn't understand what just happened. I stare down at her beautiful face, breathing out a sigh of relief at the realisation that she is safe now.

"Edwaaard…" she mumbles, and my eyebrows raise slightly at the sound of her slurred voice; so she has been drinking. "Puut meee doown, Edwaaaard!"

What? No "thanks for saving me"? It instead sounds as if she doesn't want to be saved.

"Hey, dude, let go of her!" Bella's Kidnapper says irritatedly.

What the hell does this guy think he's doing, trying to steal my girl? He thinks.

My grip only tightens on Bella as I glare murderously at him, and a snarl escapes my lips.

"If I were you, I would stop speaking and leave now while I still had a voice-box to speak with." I say slowly and threateningly, a million fantasies of killing him running through my head.

"Edwaaard, we was juuust goinga tooo havea reeest!" Bella giggles. "The nice maaan saided sooo."

"Believe me Bella, resting was the last thing he was planning on doing with you." I growl, my eyes locked on him.

Vampires are killing machines. They are made to lure in the victims, everything about them appealing to a human. But get us angry, and the monster comes out. Whether it was the homicidal look in my eye, the sound of my snarl or the way my body twitched with anticipation as I held Bella there, something made Bella's Kidnapper eyes flicker with fear.

I turn and leave while I still could, fighting to keep the urge to kill him back as I carry Bella to my car.

"Byyyye!" Bella waves cheerily to everyone we pass.


A/N: I apologize if this chapter is a little rusty, I wrote it in the early hours of morning. If you have a dog, a brother or a heart, review.