V is for Vengeance.

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PLEASE DO NOT READ ME IF YOU ARE NOT AT LEAST EIGHTEEN YEARS PLUS. THIS STORY CONTAINS PROFANITY, VIOLENCE AND ADULT SITUATIONS. THERE ARE VERY GRAPHIC DETAILS. SO IF THIS OFFENDS YOU SHOULD STOP READING NOW.

Chapter One.

BELLA POV:

I lay in the stillness of the night, surrounded by darkness around my body; it was this darkness which now dwelled in the recesses of my mind. Spreading out its dark tentacles like a disease, consuming my every waking thought and it had now started to seep into my dreams. It talked to me, telling me how alone I was. If they really cared at all why would they close me off in this place? The darkness was my only friend. We knew what we had to do; we just had to find a way to achieve this? When we were free from this hell, they would suffer. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

All of them were to blame, all to protect the fucking secret that was so damn precious to that tribe. My breakdown was caused from the Cullen's leaving, those damn sparkly pansy asses. How were we to know that fucking Vampire's secrete pheromones, when they decide on their prey and unlucky for us, they chose us to be their prey? A god damn game. I suppose when you live for hundreds of years life becomes monotonous. But still, what a way to fuck up our head.

The damn tribe knew all this information about the fucking leeches and yet what do they do? Get Billy to warn us away, if they had just told us about them luring in prey, I would've stayed well away. But no. If they had to tell us about the pheromones, they would've had to tell us their secret, which unbeknown to Billy, we already knew it, and it just hadn't been unlocked yet.

Oh boy, did we regret knowing that damn secret. We never thought they'd stoop to the levels they did to keep their secret under wraps. We weren't insane when they brought us into this place, far from it. We were usually the most level headed person we knew, but that tribe knew no restraint when it came to their fucking secret. They even let Charlie in on the secret. My own goddamn father helped them put us here; he turned a blind eye to everything, all so he could fuck some pussy. Oh no, they didn't mind Charlie knowing their secret, because to them I was the enemy, all because I'd associated myself the those damn leeches. With Charlie being a police officer helped them with their goal of taking us away, because that bastard of a father helped them falsify evidence to give to a judge so they could cart me away. As though, we were a problem to be forgotten about. Out of sight, out of mind. Oh boy, were they going to piss themselves when they realised how very wrong they were. Very wrong indeed.

We remember the day they came to take us away. We were up in my room. I'd heard a knock at the front door, but thought nothing else of it, because Charlie went to get it. When Charlie came into my room, we looked up at him and could tell something was off straight away, he tried looking remorseful, but his eyes looked anything but. He told us he was sorry, but he had no other choice, apparently our ranting's were beyond anything he could help with. What ranting's? I had no clue. It wouldn't be until I came to this place that I'd find out about the false evidence they'd planted. Charlie moved out of my doorway and in walked two men holding what looked like a strait jacket. Hell no. We'd decided then and there that we weren't going down without a fight. I fought them until the end, when they had to sedate me. The sedation kept us conscious, it just paralysed my body. We were carried down the stairs and strapped on to a gurney. As they rolled us outside I took one last look around me and there stood across the road, staring at us, like we were circus freak show, was my so called family. Those bastards. Every single one of them. No one cared what was going to happen to us. As we were finally placed in the back of the ambulance, we promised ourselves, that we were going to treat them the way they've treated us. If we were going to hell, then we were taking everyone else along for the journey.

No one came to see us when we were in here, just like dirt swept under a rug. Forgotten. The treatments they gave me, to try and shock me out of my apparent delusions, were barbaric to say the least. I thought these had gone out with the dark ages. I was wrong. Ice baths, electric shock therapy and the amount of drugs they pumped into our system, was it any we were now in the mental state we are? And to top it all off, the night security guard has taken a shining to us. That pervert, gets his rocks off with our body most nights, apparently restrained females is a big turn on for the bastard. Our revenge list kept getting larger and that fucker was sitting primed and ready at the top of it for our taking.

There was a nurse here and she was our friend, she talked to us, we recognised her voice but we just couldn't place it. She believed us, unlike those shitty doctors, and somehow she knew what had gone down with us getting locked down in here. We never saw her because when we were locked down in our room, we were shrouded in darkness, like the same darkness that now resided in our mind.

We heard the door to our room unlock, we held our breath until we heard the lighter footsteps of the nurse. We smiled, she was our friend and we knew our friend was going to help us. She came level with our bed and leant down to our ear and whispered. "I've brought you everything you will need to get out of here. Clothes and supplies, plus the main keys, for all the outer doors. When I see the guard leave his post for his nightly ritual I will unset the alarms, and you'll be set. You'll have to remain still, until he gets here. You'll know what to do. God speed my sister." She kissed our cheek softly as we heard the thud of something heavy dropping underneath the bed. I felt her unlocking the restraints from our wrists, ankles and waist, but we remained still, we trusted her. She wouldn't lead us on the wrong path. The last thing she did brought a chuckle from our lips. I felt her place a knife in our hand and we automatically flicked it so it rested underneath our forearm, so that fucker wouldn't see it when he came here.

Before we knew it we were alone again. We mentally prepared ourselves for the fallout that was going to be happen, just the thought of seeing them in vulnerable positions, like we have been, sent a shiver of anticipation and sheer joy through my body. But that ended as we heard the door click open. Here came my ticket out of this shit hole. George. The guard.

We kept our stare blank, as though we'd just been pumped full of drugs, which was what he would be expecting. Oh boy, was he in for a nice surprise, we thought to ourselves as we tried to keep the smile from forming on our face. He came into view as he leaned over us. "Hell, my little darling. How 're we on this fine night?" As usual, our response was nothing, but in our mind we started to sing songs from a long forgotten memory, a time of sweet childhood and innocence. We loved nursery rhymes as a child and now they brought us comfort, for what was to come.

Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry

When the boys came out to play,

Georgie Porgie ran away.

He gripped our chin to prise our mouth open where he proceeded to try and suffocate me with his tongue. Disgusting. Now I knew what I had to do. He stopped when the lack of response pissed him off, he then decided that I needed a slap and then soothed the ache as he licked my face from chin to the corner of my eye. God, we'd need bleach to get that stink off us.

As he was leant over we managed to manoeuvre our hand ever so slightly, without him noticing. Perfect. Like a cobra, we snapped our hand forward and we took pleasure in the look on his face, as we sliced through his torso wall, like it was soft melted butter. We released a chuckle and even to our own ears it sounded as though we were maniacs. Oh well. Who cares? Not us.

George stumbled back away from us and we made our move. As we moved off the bed the strappings fell away and we flicked our leg out to knock the bastard into the wall. We sat there as he bashed into the wall and slid down it. We looked down at him and smiled.

Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry

And when the boys came out to play,

Georgie Porgie ran away.

"Not running now are we Georgie Porgie?"

"You fucking psycho bitch. Help! Somebody, help me!" Naughty Georgie, he's a bad boy and he was going to suffer for all the times he fucked us. The bastard. Well, he's fucked with the wrong person. We slid off the bed, crawling along the floor to where good old George was situated. God it felt good, feeling the warm red essence from him over our hands, as we made our way towards him. As we straddled him, we gripped his chin, forcefully stopping his pleas for help. He'd be getting no help. I eased his mouth open.

"Now Georgie Porgie, there'll be none of that now. We always knew it would be your tongue that would get you into trouble. Tut tut, Georgie." With that we gripped his tongue from his gapping mouth and as quick as a flash, cut it free. Oh the satisfaction from hearing him squeal like a pig, made our spine tingle. "Thank you, Georgie. We just need to leave a note."

We stood from him and looked at the blank wall in front of us. Time to leave a message, for the La Push bastards. Oh the fun we could have. What to write? What to write? Ah ha. Short and sweet and straight to the point. As we were writing the note with Georgie's tongue, it started to run out of blood, so we bent over Georgie and dipped the tongue into his stomach. There we go fresh ink. There done. Our masterpiece.

We straddled Georgie's thighs this time and looked at his whimpering form.

Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry

And when the boys came out to play,

Georgie Porgie ran away.

As we finished we raised the knife and stabbed down into his groin. "You're not a real man Georgie, so you won't be needing your dick. Will you?" He tried talking, but just spluttered out blood and we could see the tears streaming down his face. This brought us immense joy. "Oh, did I make poor Georgie cry?" We could feel the smile fall from our face and we could see that Georgie started to panic, before he began thrashing we whipped the knife and side swiped his neck. Promptly slitting his throat and we just sat there watching as the life drained from his eyes.

Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry

And when the boys came out to play,

Georgie Porgie ran away.

"Night George!" We leant over and kissed his silent mouth.

Right job done, time to get moving. We quickly found the backpack that our mystery nurse had left for us and promptly dressed and made our way to the cell door and unlocked it with the keys she gave us. After managing to get though the silent corridors, we finally reached the main outer door which would lead into the open. We unlocked it at walked through. When we'd made it further away from the compound, we took refuge in the woods and we just stopped and stood there silently. We took a deep lungful of night air. Ah, smell that. The sweet scent of Vengeance.

BILLY POV:

We'd assembled together in the council hall, the elders, the pack and imprints. We were waiting for Charlie to return, apparently he had news for us and it had to be said in person. We didn't have to wait long as he came strolling through the doors and made his way to Sue. They were happy together, the four of them made a wonderful family and Seth and Leah really looked up to Charlie. Charlie cleared his throat. "I have news of Bella. Apparently since she's been in the hospital her mental state deteriorated and is now classed as a psychopath and is extremely dangerous."

"Okay Charlie, but why do we need to know this, when she's safely locked away." I said as Charlie's shoulders slumped.

"I wish that were true Billy. But she escaped and tortured and killed some poor security guard in doing so. The police seem to think she's going to return here and try and enact revenge, on the people she felt betrayed by." He finished with a sigh.

"How do they know this Charlie?" Were the police psychic, or something.

"She left a message in her cell, along with the dead body of the guard. She wrote the note with the guard's tongue, that she'd cut out." We all gasped around the room. Oh my god. "That's not the worst of it, she'd disembowelled him, near enough castrated him and the final blow was to slit his throat. When they say she's dangerous, they really mean it, Billy. This is all of our fault." He looked as though he'd aged, he'd never been close to Bella and if he was honest with himself, he was glad to be rid of her, to finally live his life happily.

"What did the note say, Charlie?" Sam said as curious as everyone else.

"The note was written on the cell wall and it said, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow you alldown. Watch your backs pack. La Push you're next.That was it."

Shit. Taha Aki. Keep my people safe. The pack would be conflicted as they were meant to protect human life and not destroy it. But that was what every single one of us had done. We'd destroyed that girl. May god have mercy on our souls.

Well, what do you think? I still remained quite sane after writing that. Hope you liked it.