"Ouch, paper cut."

I looked up from the drop of blood on my finger and into the pitch black eyes of Jasper as he came barreling at me. Next thing I know, I'm airborne and landing hard on a table full of glass. I could feel it slice my skin into ribbons, felt the blood slide down my arm. This would normally make me light headed and faint, but right now, I felt detached, like I was outside my body looking down at a scene from a horror movie.

Emmett and Rose were holding back a snarling and snapping Jasper. Alice, Carlisle and Esme are standing there frozen and Edward is looking at me like his world was destroyed. He took a step towards me and I push myself away from him.

My voice was shaking, but I tried to talk anyways, "Stay away from me." My eyes darted around the room. Everyone was looking at me with varying looks of shock. Holding the gash on my arm I slowly got to my feet and took another step away. "What's going on? What are you?"

Edward reached for me and I flinched back. He dropped his arm, "Bella, Love please, give me a chance to explain." I cocked a brow and just looked at him; waiting. He didn't seem to know what to say to me.

I was still backing away from them, knowing I was almost at the door. I looked at Edward and his family. I was shaking, freaking out but trying not to lose it completely right now. I could do that when I got home. When I figure out HOW I was getting home. I told him this party was a bad fucking idea.

When I got to the door, I looked at Edward again, "I won't tell anyone about this, but I want you to stay away from me. Don't come anywhere even remotely close to me." I looked over to where Jasper was still being restrained, and felt a little bad about that; not enough to tell them to let him go or anything, but enough to let him know that I was less freaked out by him attacking me than I am the reason behind it.

I licked my lips and took a deep breath, "Thanks Jazz, for letting me know I was in danger when my boyfriend felt I didn't need to know."

With that I turned and fled. I didn't know if I was going to actually be able to get away, but that was the only thing going on in my mind. Get away, far far away and as fast as humanly possible. That and I prayed with everything I had that I was not overcome by my clumsiness. There was a mile and a half driveway made of forest ground standing between me and the road that could cause a lot of problems, but at the moment, I didn't care how far it was I had to run, just as long as I was putting distance between me and whatever the fuck those things were that pretended to be human.

It took me longer than I would have liked, but I did eventually find the road. The cut on my arm was starting to make me dizzy so I knew I needed to do something to get the blood to slow. Taking off the small over shirt that covered my shoulders because of the stupid fucking halter I was forced to wear, I wrapped it as tight as I could around the still heavily bleeding cuts. Great, just great. I get attacked on my birthday by my ex-boyfriend's brother, and now I am going to bleed to death walking down the Goddamn road. Maybe I should have told them to let Jasper go. It might have been a quicker death than this. It was that thought that started the tears.

A coldness started to creep up my spine and a shudder worked its way back down. I chanced a glance over my shoulder and was happy when I couldn't see the driveway, and absolutely ecstatic that I was not being followed by the stupid shiny Volvo. There was however headlights from some kind of truck coming up the street. I sighed, and turned back around. I was not really in the mood to play damsel right now. Half hour ago, yeah, but right now, I really didn't care about a whole lot.

The truck slowed to a stop, but I just kept walking. I think I might have been in shock or it might have been the blood loss, but either way that was what happened. I heard the doors open and someone call out to me, but I didn't recognize the voice.

The next thing I know there is a big mother fucker standing in front of me, bending down so he could look in my eyes. I blinked at the closeness, but I still didn't know who it was. I knew I had never seen him before, that much was obvious since he didn't look like he was even from the country. Well, there was that and the three piece suit he was wearing. No one wears that kind of thing around here.

Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, I took a small step back, but still looking in his dark colored eyes.

He pointed at my arm, "Are you alright?"

I looked down, confused for a moment about what he was talking about at first until I saw the blood soaked cloth. Still looking at that I blinked, "I, I don't know."

He put a hand on my shoulder drawing my attention back to him. When he felt he had it as much as he could get, "What's your name young lady?"

I blinked once and cleared my throat, "Bella. My name is Bella."

"What happened?"

I was blinking rapidly, my word on not saying anything the farthest thing from my mind. "I cut my finger. He pushed me into a table of glass and my arm… I… I don't. He attacked and was held back." I squeezed my eyes closed, shaking my head, and I think there was a quiet whimper, "I didn't... I thought..."

I thought I heard a growl, but right now I wasn't sure of anything. The guy in front of me grabbed my shoulders and gripped it in a firm, but comforting hold, "This is very important little one. Did any of them tell you ANYthing; anything at all?"

I cocked my head to the side, "What are you…?" I looked at the guy, completely confused and totally lost, not to mention lightheaded like a mother fucker. My knees started shaking trying to hold my weight, but I was well aware that this was going to be a losing battle. Over the white noise in my ears, I could hear a bee buzzing but I didn't care. The fucking thing could sting me all it wanted; not like I was gonna feel it. I brought my hands up and gripped his forearms and closed my eyes as tight as I could and dropped my chin to my chest and mumbled, "I need to sit. I don't feel good."

He moved his hands from my shoulders to my waist, and slowly turned my towards the truck that was still idling in the road, "You can sit in the truck alright." He tried to guide me over, but that really didn't work. It was then that my legs finally gave out and I stumbled. Had it not been for his strong and sure hold, I would have been on the ground. "Whoa there Petalouda, you alright?"

I swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths, but I really didn't think that I was going to win the fight this time. I could feel my stomach rolling and revolting against me. "No, I'm gunna…" I didn't get to finish that thought. Everything I did to prevent it meant nothing as I bent in half and puked my guts out.

The guy that was holding me around the waist knelt with me and held me off the ground as I emptied myself of any and all substance. Over the top of my head I heard the guy gag a little, "Oh, God, that is fucking gross. Alec, get out here and give me a hand, man. She puked all over me."

There was a slam, which I will assume was the other door to the truck before there something cold and wet was put over the back of my neck and then I heard a new voice, "Ugh, dude, I stepped in it. Come on, let's get the hell out of here. The Cullens are bound to know we're here by now and I really don't feel like dealing with Carlisle if we don't have to."

I felt my body getting lifted up slightly before being gently laid down on a surprisingly soft something, probably the backseat of the SUV. Before the door was closed, I heard the voice of the first man again, "That is up to Master Aro, Alec. We can come back after this is figured out, but before we go anywhere NEAR that house, I need a shower, 'cause that was fucking nasty. We can wait to wait to call him until we get to Seattle."

Then the door was shut and I lost the fight to stay awake.

DPOV

The drive to the safe house in Seattle was nothing short of torture between the smell of human vomit and Alec and his never ending bitching about whatever came to mind. It took just shy of an hour to pull into the carport and it wasn't a minute too soon. Any longer listening to him whine about wanting to just go home and I would have sent him to his final one.

Cutting the engine, I looked over at him and glared, "Do you EVER stop bitching? We're here, get over it and shut the fuck up." Opening my door and getting out, I looked back at him, "I'll take care of the girl. You go eat and call Maser Aro to find out exactly what he wants us to do."

Once he was gone, I opened the back door, sliding in between the seats and slowly picking the girl back up so she didn't barf on me again. Leaving the doors to the truck open to air it out a bit, I took her inside and straight upstairs to the only bedroom with a bathroom that had a tub.

Laying her down on the bed, I unbuttoned my jacket on the way to the bathroom, shrugging it off and tossing it on the chair I passed on the way because I was gonna try and save it if I could. I love that jacket. Going into the bathroom and flipping on the lights, I got the water started so it could heat up a little. No need to add to the shock to the girl's system by scaring the shit out of her too. I was only going to rinse her off but still, spraying a human that was already in shock with cold water was kinda mean... even for me.

If this were Felix, however, I would do it in a heartbeat.

While that was happening, I jogged back downstairs to grab my bag out of the truck so I had something to put on and went back inside. By the time I got there, the water was ready for 'Bella', so I set my bag down and went over to the bed. After a moment of contemplation, I did the only thing I really could, I ripped her out of her befouled clothing, tossing them into the fireplace, and picked her back up.

Flipping on the shower, I took the shower head down and slowly rinsed the blood, stomach content and other shit off her skin, cleaning out the really nasty gash on her arm that I figured was the reason she was sick and passed out. Something also told that it was gonna need stitches.

Letting the shower head go, I used my now free hand to grabbed a towel out from under the sink, and using my teeth, ripped it long ways so I had something to wrap around her arm until I could call Alec and have him bring me a suture kit. Lifting her up a bit, I got her out of the tub and wrapped in the rest of the towel then, leaning her back against my chest between my bent knees, I draped her cut arm over my thigh and wrapped it up to keep it from bleeding again and to keep it clean, before carrying her back into the bedroom.

Laying her on the bed again, I thought a second about what to put back on her since I was about to burn her clothes. Seeing no other options since we don't come here often enough to keep a change of anything, I went to my bag, grabbed the darkest colored shirt I brought with me, ripped off the sleeve that would have covered the gash and put that on her. I was a foot taller than the short shit so there was no way that she wouldn't stay covered.

Once she was dressed, I went to get a shower and changed into clean clothing.