Stay away from me. . .

BPOV

The party was going great. . . . .For some people. . .

For me, it was hell.

It was supposed to be MY party! My Birthday party!

So why aren't I happy?

I told Alice I didn't want one, but, of course, I should've known that Alice would hide behind my back and plan a surprise costume themed birthday party.

Did I mention that its costume themed?

As in, she made me, no, she forced me to wear the shortest white dress you've probably ever seen, it stopped mid-thigh, with a really low neckline with spaghetti straps, thigh high, white boots, a pair of flimsy, glittery wings, and a thin, plastic, gold halo on my head.

Yeah, she dressed me up as a freakin angel, "Cuz it fits you Bella!" she said, "Cuz your so nice, pretty, and innocent."

I snorted, "Alice, I'm not pretty, and i am not innocent. I told you what happened between my father and me."

She glared at me, and let me tell you, for a small, petite little thing, she can be very scary. "Bella, your either gunna wear this yourself, or I'm going to literally pull off your clothes and shove you in the dress myself."

I gaped at her, "You would't do that."

She arched an eyebrow, "Oh, but I would, and I would be laughing maniacally while I do it."

I grimaced, "You are pure evil."

Alice smiled, a sweet, innocent, angelic smile, "I know."

And of course, Rose is my opposite, a sultry, dark red devil costume. She had on stilettos, that looked like death traps, her dress was even worse than mine, Alice called mine 'modest', which, seeing Rose's dress I could agree. Hers wasn't as short as mine, it reached her knees, but it was strapless, when she turned around, I could see that it was laced up there, showing a great proportion of her back, it flowed into a full blown skirt. She also had a pair of blood red, spiky devil wings, and devil horns.

Once she turned around to look in the mirror for her own reflection, her dark red lips curved into a smirk, "Nice, Emmett won't be able to take his eyes off me."

Alice, after much confusion, and thoughts, first decided to go as Alice in Wonderland, but finally went as a wood sprite. She had on a dark green dress, which hugged her body tightly, with bits of leaves and flowers, a bouquet of flowers in her hair, and light green flats. I'm sure if you looked up the word, wood sprite on the internet, you would see Alice's picture there, she fit the description perfectly right now.

Anyways, we went down to the party together, which was being held in the facility's huge gym, balloons, lights, everything just screamed 'party'.

Alice and Rose were looking for their boyfriends, Jasper and Emmett.

We found them over in a corner, talking to a couple with bronze hair and blond locks.

Wait, bronze hair? I froze.

Suddenly I didn't want to go over there anymore. "Alice," I whispered, "I'm going to go get punch."

Alice looked over at me with disappointment, "What? Why?" She looked towards where the other four people were standing, I saw realisation written all over her face as she saw the couple.

She looked at me grimly, "Okay, be safe."

With that, I left to go to the punch table, when I got there, I bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry." I looked up to see a guy, tall with dirty blond hair pulled back into a pony tail, wide, blue eyes which were visible through his mask, he was dressed up as Zorro. He flashed me a a brilliant white smile, "No worries, it's my fault."

"Here, can I get you some punch?" He poured me a drink, "My name is James."

"James? Shouldn't you keep your identity a secret?" I joked, pointing at his costume.

He looked down and frowned, "Oh yeah. . . ."

I laughed, "Don't worry. I'll keep your secret. I'm a saint remember." I winked, pointing at my halo.

He smiled again, "Thanks, here, I know this is kinda fast, seeing as I just met you. But do you wanna dance with me?"

I hesitated, I'm still upset about Edward, but James seemed like an okay guy, he's funny, and he seems nice. . . Maybe I should give it a try.

I looked up at him and smiled, "I'd love to."

"Great, here, let's go outside. I heard it's more romantic, and the gardens all lit up too."

He offered me his arm, I took it, and we both went outside to the garden.

He was right, Alice made it all lit up, there was a fountain, a terrace, bushes were shaped into cupids and fairies.

I rolled my eyes, it was so Alice.

Just then a slow song started, James bowed and held out his hand, "May I have this dance?"

I smiled, and took his hand, "You may."

I'm not much of a dancer, but I at least succeeded in not fumbling or falling that time, instead I might have stepped on his feet a bit. . . .Okay, maybe more than a bit.

"Sorry." I muttered as I stepped on his feet again. Thankfully the song was over, at last.

He chuckled, "It's fine, I didn't feel it, your as light as a feather to me."

My face turned red, hopefully it was dark enough to conceal that, "Your a really good dancer."

It was true, he was dancing as if he had been trained in a really strict dancing school. His dancing was flawless.

"Thanks." Amusement clouded his voice.

He started to bend down towards me, I panicked, what is he doing? Is he going to kiss me? I'm not ready, was the last thing on my mind, as he roughly grabbed my arm.

"W-What are you doing?" I stammered, he brought his lips near my ear and whispered harshly, "Listen Bella, your dads out of jail, he coming to get you, I'm part of his gang, I'm here talking to you because of him."

"Your lying!"

"Am I? Have you seen the news today? Your friends must be covering it for you. . . ."

As soon as he said that I thought back to today, this morning, I always watch the news when I wake up, but Alice blocked my way to the TV, insisting that I get ready for the party early. . . .But my dad couldn't possibly. . .

James took my momentarily stunned moment to give me a message, "Sneak outside when everyones sleeping, I'm going to take you to your dad, a pleasure of reuniting a happy daughter to her dad. If you don't. . . .Your friends will be punished for what you didn't do. Got it?"

I nodded, terrified, my dad's back? And he's threatning of hurting my friends if I don't do what he says?

He smiled, but his once nice smile, appeared more sinister and dark to me now. "Good, meet me at the parking lot, and don't try to run. . . . Or else your little pixie friend might find some missing parts." He chuckled, disappearing into the darkness, leaving me in my awakened horrorifying nightmare state.