All Twilight characters are owned by S.M.

Fair warning, this story will contain scenes of torture, profuse swearing... and maybe some lemon-flavored chapstick in the future. :)

Have you ever had a nightmare that was so detailed, and completely plausible, that you ALMOST let yourself believe that it's real?

I woke to pitch black, that echoed with my moaning.

There was an odd ache radiating from above my right ear that made my entire body pulse; I reached up with shaking fingertips to brush a sticky substance that surrounded the ache.

I knew instantly that it was blood, because a gash near the area stung when my fingertips felt along the split skin.

Not that I was surprised, I'd always been clumsy. But 99 percent of the time, I remembered what caused the injury. This one slipped my mind.

I dropped my hand to feel the surface I was laying on, and shuddered when I found a pool of my own blood.

I barely swallowed back an involuntary gag as my stomach spasmed in disgust- I'd never been good at the sight or smell of blood.

Blinking rapidly to adjust to the darkness, I realized there was a sliver of light coming from a few feet to my right which danced acrossed the wet brick I was sprawled on.

You could play this situation out a couple of ways. Would you like options?

Oh, dandy! I wonder if schizophrenia develops under extreme stress...

Or you could be sarcastic, and do all of this on your own.

...

So, you could play stupid and just call out to see if someone's around. But my guess is that wouldn't end well, if you've been kidnapped.

... Any other bright ideas, Champ?

You could use what little light you have to start your search for a secondary escape route.

Yeah let's go with that. I really don't feel like meeting the owner of this lovely abode.

I sat up slowly to keep myself from passing out, and got to my hands and knees. I stretched a palm out and slowly inched forward, quite nervous about what might lay ahead of me.

A creak outside door number one startled me from my search and I fell to my butt, scrambling backwards to find a safe spot. Reaching the stone of a wall, I slumped against it and tried a possum act.

The door slammed open, and bounced harshly against the stone of the wall it was attached to.

"Oh, Bella... Bella, my dear. It's time to wake up! I have such a surprise for you." A dim but all-too-familiar voice made it's way towards me.

I blinked my eyes open to readjust, and gasped as my best friend kneeled in front of me.

"Alice? What... Where am I?" I glanced around to take in my surroundings for the first time. I nearly gagged again when my gaze met random piles of rotting flesh, and dried blood that was splattered on nearly every inch surrounding me.

The stone walls and floor were wet and dark; chains hung from bolts attached to random places on the walls. A single drain was set into the floor, and I shuddered at the sight of chunks of hair and flesh that were stuck into the crevices around it.

I looked to Alice in stunned silence.

"You know. I can see it in your eyes, Bella. You know exactly what I have planned for you, but not why. And that fact, my dear sister, I'll save for the very end. Because you deserve to know why you're going to die, but not yet." Her explanation held the tone of a mother explaining a punishment to a child and it made my mouth water in fury.

I clenched my jaw and cleared my throat of a fearful whimper.

Suddenly her hand shot forward and grasped a handful of my hair, and she proceeded to drag me to the wall to my right. My pained protests were silenced as the wind knocked out of me when I hit the floor.

Her hands effortlessly lifted my weight while she secured chains around my wrists.

"You've only been out for a day, Isabella.." My name danced off her tongue like acid, and I actually fucking winced. "But I've had more than enough time to play house with mommy and daddy. Do you know that they begged me to spare you? As if it would make a difference..."

A foul taste left my mouth dry, and tears threatened to spill down my cheeks like pressure cracks threatened a dam.

"Charlie tasted... SO good, Isabella. I imagine that's why vampire's are so drawn to you. You SMELL devine. But I wonder if you taste half as good as him..." She actually cocked her perfectly spiked hair to the side as if to ponder the thought.

She laughed, and the bell-like quality was lost to me.

I sagged against my chains, which held me in a semi-standing position. I didn't want an explanation, or some drawn-out process of acceptance. I wanted a quick death.

Instead, I was met with a sharp tingling sensation along my collar-bone.

Confused, I opened my eyes and looked down.

Alice had somehow sliced a five inch section of skin open without a lot of pain, and for that I was thankful.

What happened next earned a garbled shreik of pure agony from me which I didn't think myself capable of- she pulled both edges of the gash open with her fingers, and tore a chunk of my flesh the size of a dollar coin from it's proper place; it dropped to the floor with a sickening 'thuck'.

"Alice, pleeeeeeeeeeeeAAAAAAAAase..." I strained against my chains as she repeated the process on the opposite side of my shoulders. The smile that had plastered itself to her face was the only thing my eyes could focus on without becoming severly nauseated.

She trailed her icy fingers down my sides and drifted under the hem of my shirt. I whimpered in protest as her fingernails found purchase in the skin along my ribcage.

She just fucking smiled.

I bit my lip hard enough to cover another scream as her nails tore through my skin, making vertical lines down my midsection.

"Oooo... do you like that, Bella? Do you like it when it hurts?" Alice's voice turned something akin to sultry, and I tried with all my might to prevent from dry-heaving.

The sprite tore the shirt from my body and licked from the waist of my pants to the middle of my cleavage and moaned.

"Decadent. Like aged wine might taste to a human, I imagine..." She said almost simply, before nipping at my ribcage gently a few times.

I could feel the bile rise to near-dangerous levels in my throat. Holding my breath, I started counting backwards from one hundred to make it sink back into my stomach.

Instead I earned a line of bites starting from my fingers that lead up to my shoulder, evenly spaced only a fraction of an inch apart.

Each bite earned a pitiful shriek, and each one I memorized for a later date.

Isabella. Go to a happy place.

Seriously?

Think of that time you and Charlie went fishing, and he pushed you out of the boat into the water.

Or...

What about Jacob? He's having puppies soon.

Your methods of distraction are lacking substance.

Jasper. Think of Jasper fucking Hale. Or, Whitlock. Whatever he goes by these days.

Crazy bitch says what?

Before I could get into the reason for Jasper's random appearance in my thoughts, Alice had gotten impatient with my lack of attentivness, and had sunk her teeth into the hollow of my throat.

My body shuddered in protest. Every inch of me started thrashing against her, jerking as forcefully as possible to gain even a millimeter of distance from her canines.

Instead, I was forced against the brick of the wall again. Sharp steel pierced through the thick muscle of my thigh and a gutteral screech echoed around my captor and I.

I finally accepted the fact that my death was inevitable... but I wouldn't go quietly.