Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight- Stephanie Meyer does.

"Put your hands up!"

My blood ran cold. Angela pulled her hands up beside me, and I copied her. She was shaking, just like me.

"Turn around slowly!" The voice rang out again, sending another wave of fear crashing through me.

I turned, and saw the speaker. He was wearing black and was tall, thin looking, but muscular. I couldn't see his face; he had a black balaclava over his head, but I could still see a pair of gleaming eyes, hidden in the balaclava depths. He had a powerful looking gun in his hands.

We were in a bank, and this man was going to rob it. It was just my rotten luck to be inside at the time!

"On your knees!"

Everyone did as he said but I stumbled without the use of my hands, and I slammed onto the floor. The thin carpet on the floor did nothing to soften the ground. My knees quickly began to hurt but I didn't make a sound.

"Any of you make a sound, I'll shoot." he warned, pointing the gun at all of us.

Beside me, Angela made a little whimper and the man's eyes fixed upon her. We both froze but he was already walking towards us, pulling rags out of his pocket. My eyes widened as I realised what he was going to do and I began to move away, but he grabbed my head and forced the rags in.

I struggled for a second before I started breathing through my nose. I looked at Angela in panic as she had similar treatment done to her. I couldn't tell whether it was a good thing, or a bad thing that the bank had just been about to close, so there were less than a dozen people inside, but they all froze anyway, and kept their mouths tightly shut, sending scared glances around the room.

The man chucked a big bag at the lady at the teller windows, "empty out the money and put it in there." He ordered, pointing the gun at her head. I knew her. Not personally, but she had been serving us seconds before this had all started. She had seemed like a nice lady and I really didn't want her to get hurt.

The lady frantically began emptying out the cash, and stuffing it in the bag. Dozens of green bills vanished into the bag and I was sure there was over a thousand dollars in there as the woman nervously stopped and waited for more orders.

The man gestured for her to throw the bag over, and she did. It landed with a thump on the floor and I caught a glimpse inside before the guy snatched it away again.

Then I heard sirens, and I felt relieved. Someone must have pressed the panic button and the cops were coming to the rescue! I wondered if my dad would answer the call; he was chief of police after all.

The man cursed, and slung the bag over his shoulder, about to leg it when the doors burst open and three, armed police officers stood there. I spotted my dad in the middle with his rifle drawn. My dad cast a frantic glance over to me, before turning to the gunman with a new fire in his eyes. "Put the gun down!" he commanded.

The man paused for just a second, before he raised his gun and took aim at the officers, at my dad. Cold terror swept into me and I let out a muffled cry. The gunman backed up a bit as the stand-off continued, until he was standing right next to me.

Then, in a second, he had grabbed me around the middle and had the gun pressed to my temple. "Back off, or I shoot." he warned the officers.

Dad looked at me with an expression of pure horror, and I watched as he deliberated, then lowered his gun, looking at me desperately. His officers followed suit, and the guy dragged me easily towards the door, the gun still pressed to my head. I cast a pleading look at Angela, but she looked too scared to try anything. I let out a whimper of fear, and the man hissed at me to be quiet.

Chief Swan, my dad, looked at me and then tried pleading with the gunman. "Please, there's no need to hurt her. She's innocent."

"There's no need for anyone to get hurt, if you let me pass." the man replied, a hint of anger in his voice. "Now move." he demanded as we made it within a few feet of the doors.

I began to struggle as he got closer to his escape, but his grip tightened on me as he hissed into my ear, "I'd stay quiet if I were you."

I kept still, and cast one last, tear-filled, pleading look at my dad, as he moved out of the way. There had to be a way for me to get out of this mess alive, but the only way I could see was to go with him until he let me go. If he would let me go.

We went down the stone steps. A small crowd had gathered, but they stayed back when the saw the gun. He opened a car door with one hand and shoved me bodily in, before slamming it after me. On the hard leather seats, the hot tears fell down my cheeks at last.

The man jumped into the drivers seat and the wheels span as the car sped down the road, leaving tire tracks and narrowly missing two elderly ladies who had come to watch the commotion.

I pulled out the gag and scrambled upright, shaking as the trees blurred around us. We were nearly out of Forks already. The small, usually undesirable town was suddenly the only place I wanted to stay. "Please let me go." I whispered, tears streaking my cheeks.

"Cant." said the man, not taking his eyes of the road.

"Why?" I curled into a ball on the back-seat, shivering.

"The cops are chasing us." he told me, a hint of annoyance in his voice now. I decided to try my luck.

"If you don't stop, I'll jump out." I tried sounding assertive, but I just sounded scared and desperate.

It certainly didn't have the desired effect; the guy snorted, "If you want to jump out of a speeding vehicle, most likely breaking almost every bone in your body. Please; be my guest."

I glared at his reflection in the mirror and folded my arms in frustration. Who knew my kidnapper could be so infuriating? I froze and realised that now he really was, technically, my kidnapper. It sounded terrifying when I thought of it like that, but in reality that's what it was. There was no point kidding myself.

I hid my face in my hands, and thought back to this morning. It had been so ordinary. Charlie, my precious dad, had got up and gone to work as usual, and I had gone shopping with Angela. We just popped in at the bank before it closed, because she and her boyfriend, Ben, were going to Seattle the next day and she needed some spare cash.

I wished I had never gone to the bank.

The wail of the sirens had disappeared by now, and I felt very lonely. The man in the front didn't speak, and I wasn't planning on talking to him- I didn't want to try my luck any more.

"wake up!"
I jumped to my feet, hit my head on the roof of the car and slammed back into my seat, groaning. The man looked at me from in the balaclava, but I could tell he was amused. When I realised I had fallen asleep with a stranger, I glared and he pulled me out, chuckling slightly.

It was dark now. If I had to guess how long I had been asleep, I would have said an hour, maybe two? We could be hundreds of miles from Forks- we could be on the outskirts of Seattle for all I knew!

"Where are we?" I asked. It was pointless asking; I knew he would never tell me.

He didn't answer, instead he pulled me towards a door. I realised he had parked in front of a house. I couldn't see very much, but I could tell it was two stories tall with dark paint, maybe deep grey?

He unlocked the door and I stumbled inside, my foot catching on the door frame. He didn't turn any lights on, just took me by my shoulder and tugged me towards the set of stairs.

We ascended the steps in darkness. I was shaking uncontrollably under his hand the longer we walked in silence. I couldn't see anything, but he seemed to know his way around, as he opened a door and pushed me into a room.

Dull, silver light seeped in through a slit on the wall. The curtains on the window I guessed. It cast a long ray of grey light on the floor, and hit a bed in the middle of the wall opposite. A big, double bed with bland-looking sheets.

Fear seized me, and I tensed, refusing to go another step. What was he going to use the double bed for? But the man seemed to realise what the problem was and spoke for the first time since we entered the house, "I'm not going to hurt you. You can stay here but I'm going to lock the door, so don't even think about escaping." he warned.

I relaxed, relieved he wasn't going to do anything to me and then my relief faded when I realised he wasn't going to let me go any time soon. At least not tonight. I would have to stay the night in a strange house, on a strange bed. I shuddered.

"is there a light?" I asked shakily.

He paused for a second, and I thought for a horrible moment that he was just going to lock me alone in the dark. But then he flicked a switch and a hanging light in the middle of the ceiling flickered on.

In the new light, I could see that the walls were painted beige, and the carpet on the floor, that felt surprisingly soft, was a pale golden-brown. The bed looked comfortable with a wooden frame and cream sheets; not as bland as I originally thought.

"It's my guest room." said the man, closing the door behind us as he came to stand a few feet to my right.

"Why are you being so nice?" I asked hesitantly. I thought kidnappers were cruel people, hitting their captives at every chance, locking them in sheds with no heating or food.

"I can lock you in the basement if you don't like the room." he said, irritation colouring his voice. "And trust me, the spiders down there don't bear thinking about."

I shuddered. I wasn't a spider fan but I wasn't content with his answer.

Eventually, after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Are you hungry?"

I shook my head.

"Thirsty?"

after a second, I nodded hesitantly.

He left the room, and I heard the click as the door locked behind him. Damn.

I went to the window, lifting the curtains, hoping there was a way I could climb out. He mustn't have thought this through properly, the window was closed, but not locked, and looked easy to climb through, although dropping from a second floor window didn't sound fun; it could be my only way to escape.

The door clicked open, and I jumped back from the window. The man stood there, a glass of clear liquid in his hand that I hoped was water. I saw him look towards the window, then back at me.

"I had hoped you wouldn't try that." he sighed, and handed me the glass before taking a key out of his pocket and locking the window shut. I gave a sigh- there went my only chance of escape.

He moved back, replacing the curtains, watching me, waiting. "I thought you were thirsty," he folded his arms. "Drink."

"How do I know you haven't poisoned it?" I asked quietly.

He seemed confused, before taking the glass back, and taking a sip himself. "happy? Now drink."

I tried the glass, and found it really was just water. Content that he wasn't poisoning me, I finished it off, and handed him back the glass shyly.

"Get some sleep." he told me eventually, after watching me for a second.

I nodded, and shuffled across the carpet to the bed. I uncertainly pulled of my trainers, and sat on the edge, looking up at the guy with wide eyes. "Do you need anything else?" he asked, going to the door.

I shook my head, before realising that he wasn't looking at me. "No," I managed to get out.

"I'll see you tomorrow." he said vaguely.

I grimaced, before mumbling a "yeah."

he locked the door, and I heard his padded footsteps get fainter. I slipped into the bed, surprised by how comfortable it was and pulled the soft duvet around me before thinking about the mess I had somehow got into. I was in a house in the middle of nowhere, with a strange man that had a gun. There was a lot of things that were wrong with that sentence.

I wondered what Charlie was doing. Was he searching for me with the rest of Forks, or had he already given up? What was Angela doing? Did she miss me yet? Was she still going to go to Seattle tomorrow with her boyfriend?

Tears sprung to my eyes, and this time, I didn't hold back. I cried for ages, before the sobs turned into sniffles, and then stopped. Did he hear that? I listened, but decided he hadn't.

I was at the mercy of some complete nutter and I didn't even know his name.

A/N: Hope you liked it although I'm not sure if it's good or not- It's a random idea that popped into my head in a spanish class. R&R. Constructive critisism very welcome because I can't write to save my life :)