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Damsels in Distress and Knights in Shining Armor

Bella and Edward are in a typical cliched situation. Bella's trapped in a tower and Edward is the knight in shining armor. Edward has to fight three old ememies that are somehow not dead. You know who they are. HINT: we met them in twilight

I think it is pretty funny

rated teen just in case Review and whatnot it makes me update that much sooner.

I do not own any of these characters. Except for Richard and the Guide.

Oh, and just a future warning, I might delete this so that way I can rewrite it, since a whole bunch of people told me it rushes.

1. Chapter 1

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EPOV “Edward, what did you think of the movie?” Bella asked me as we walked up the stairs. Well, I walked, carrying her bridal style in my arms. She was just so soft that I couldn’t resist touching her even though I knew it was risky. Charlie was out working a late shift tonight so Bella said that she’d stay home alone. Not including me of course. Bella and I had been watching a movie to pass the time. It had been about medieval knights and dragons and other nonsense like that. “I thought it was a bit cliché. I mean, the knight in shining armor saves the damsel in distress? Can’t they be a bit more creative?” “Edward! You liked it, didn’t you?” Bella squirmed in my arms around to face me. “Well, some parts of it. It reminds me a bit about our lives. I have to protect you like the knight did.” “Hah! You liked it!” Bella smiled smugly. Even though it was smug, her smile was perfect. I opened the door to her room and gently laid her down on the bed. Then, faster then her human eyes could properly follow, I got beside her and put my arms around her. I chuckled lightly when I realized that my holding her had caused her heart rate to speed up. “Good night, fair maiden.” I whispered into her ear. “Good night, sweet prince,” she murmured back, and then my perfect angel fell asleep as I hummed her lullaby. She fidgeted in her sleep then calmed down and began to murmur my name. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was Bella muttering something about me being her own knight in shining armor. Next day BPOV I knew immediately that something was wrong. First of all, Edward wasn’t right next to me and secondly, when I opened my eyes, the biggest clue that something was wrong was that I was not in my bedroom. This room was round and had stone walls. The bed that I had been sleeping on was in the middle of it. There was one window and it was barred for some odd reason. The walls floor and ceiling were made of large gray stones. There was a small wardrobe and a washbasin and mirror on top of it. As I got up to look around I noticed that I wasn’t wearing my usual pajamas. I was wearing a white, floor length dress, with long sleeves. I was starting to panic that I had been kidnapped by a psycho, medieval obsessed, person when the last person I wanted to see walked in the door carrying a pitcher of water and a plate of what looked like white bread and some sort of meat, probably mutton. “Hello, Isabella.” James sneered at me. EPOV When I woke up I began to panic. Vampires weren’t able to sleep. Unconsciousness was also out of the question. Yet I somehow had blacked out. For a moment I let hope overcome me and I hoped that I was human. But I knew I wasn’t. I could see too well and my throat throbbed slightly. I had fed recently so I wasn’t in too much pain. The worst part about waking up in an unfamiliar place was that Bella was nowhere to be found. I couldn’t even smell anything with her scent on it. I was in a stable so everything reeked of horses. I missed Bella’s freesia scent. Then I noticed the ridiculous outfit I was wearing. It was your classic clichéd armor from the medieval times, only it seemed to be exceptionally shiny. I was about to take it off and find something more practical for tracking Bella when a young boy that looked about twelve came rushing into the stables carrying what looked like a sword, shield, and saddle. “Sir Edward!” He cried, bowing his head when he approached me. I was about to tell him that he was probably mistaken when he said something that completely threw me. “I have found a man to guide you to the tower of Princess Isabella Marie Swan. You can go on your quest and save her!” Princess Isabella Marie Swan? Bella! I realized that I could very well be delusional but if I was going to be delusional at least I could have a Bella delusion with me. I decided to play along with the delusion. `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` (What Edward and Bella don’t know is that they have been transported into another dimension that is all medieval and stuff. They will be trapped there until they share a kiss that is at least three seconds long. I just thought you ought to know. I’ll let you get back to the fanfic.) `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` BPOV “Wha-wha-what are you doing here?” I spluttered backing up into the wall. James smiled his hideous smile, “Don’t you remember? I’m your guard dog.” He said it in a polite tone but in his eyes I could see the fury that was welling up in him for calling himself a dog. “Huh?” I stupidly replied “Just what I’d expect from a princess,” he muttered under his breath, low enough that I knew he wasn’t talking to me but loud enough for me to know that he had meant for me to hear. He began to speak loudly, miming what he was saying with his hands, “Me”-he pointed at himself-“Victoria and Laurent”-he gestured toward the door-“Are attacking”-he crouched and pretended to gently throttle somebody-“anybody”-he did a weird circular motion with his hands-“who gets too close”-he started with his hands a foot apart then brought them together until they were only six inches apart-“to the tower”-he patted the wall gently. I wasn’t sure whether to be insulted or terrified. But he mentioned Victoria and Laurent. I had a sinking feeling that they only guarded me to get a decent meal. Wait, he had called me princess. What was going on? While I was having my panic attack, James quietly left the room. I noticed for the first time that my door didn’t have a handle on the inside. I wasn’t kept up here for protection, I was prisoner. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` (I felt the need to explain. In this dimension James, Victoria, and Laurent had kidnapped Bella when she was about fifteen and have been keeping her captive so that they can feed on the people who try to rescue her.) ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` EPOV I was riding on the horse that the boy who had come in earlier (his name was Richard) had prepared for me. I had chosen to keep the armor since it covered all of my skin and it was sunny outside. The only thing I left uncovered was my face but I had covered it with enough paint (yes, paint) that humans wouldn’t be able to tell that there was something wrong with me. In front of me was a short man who was riding on a horse as well. He was apparently supposed to lead me to Bella as far as he could. After a certain point in the journey no man had returned, but I wasn’t concerned about that. All I was concerned about was whether or not Bella was alright. I was almost certain that it was her since the stories told of a beautiful brown-eyed maiden trapped in a tower. She had mahogany hair and the palest of skin. I was uncertain of what awaited me that killed all who had tried to rescue Bella in the past but I was sure that I could demolish it if it tried to come between me and my beloved Bella. BPOV I had barely picked at the food James had brought me. I wasn’t hungry and I was to wound up to fall asleep again. What James had rudely mimed had made me anxious. Victoria and Laurent he had mentioned. But they had both been killed. Laurent had been killed by the werewolves and the Cullens had killed Victoria and James. How could they still be alive? Was I going crazy again? I thought about it and decided that was probably the case. Although I couldn’t think what would have happened to cause it. Maybe I had hit my head too hard on something. That didn’t matter though. What mattered was that I was trapped in a tower and there was a good chance that I would stay that way. I was the cliché damsel in distress. One thing can be said about this though. This sucks.