A/n: Trying my hand at some BellaxAlice twilight fiction. AU of course. I'm giving Bella, K. Stew's natural hair and eye color in the beginning of the story. This has triggers and the beginning is defiantly not for the light-hearted, neither will Alice's peologue. Trigger warning, character rape, torture, mutilation.

****Prologue: Flashback***
Isabella walked down the deserted halls of her highschool. It was nearly six and she knew that they would be locking up soon. The blonde had stayed behind because of detention and after that she had finished a project due tomorrow.

Isabella couldn't lie that it had felt kinda creepy being in school this late. Plus she keep getting the feeling that someone was watching her. Isabella speed walked out of the building, into the parking lot and straight to her car. She unlocked the door and got in without looking.

The brunette locked all the car doors breathing a sigh of relief. She felt safer now that she was in her car. Isabella leaned forward to start the car but a hand from behind the seat stopped her from doing so. She tried to scream but a rag soaked in chloroform muffled any sound coming from her. The struggle she put was fruitless as she slowly but surely began to lose consciousness.

The phrase "My sweet Isabella." whispered in a gravely was the last thing the girl heard before fully losing consciousness.

Isabella woke groggily as her mind tried to make sense of what was happening. Slowly the events from before came back to her and she tried to move her hands. But they didn't move, neither did her legs. Isabella quickly noticed she was tied to a chair, her wrists bound to each arm, and her legs to the two front legs. Her mouth was gagged and all you could hear was her distorted screams of help and she struggled against her confines, tears rushing down her face.

The sound of feet could be heard as her attacker rushed to her. She couldn't see his face behind the white emotionless mask he wore. Isabella began to study everything about him. Her captor wore black timberlands, matching color cargo pants, and an army styled green sweater with black patches. She guessed he was about six feet at the most with a muscular build. Other than that there were no identifiable marks or characteristics about him.

The room they were locked in was fairly large and bare. Only thing was in there was the chair she was tied to and the table next to her. The walls were concrete as were the floor. There were no windows and it was slightly less than warm. If Isabella had to guess they were in a basement.

"Shh, shh... Don't cry my Isabella." His gravely voice rang out as he caressed her check with his hand.

She flinched away from his touch, which must of angered him because the next thing she knew the back of his hand met her face. Her cheek stung red as a small cut in the corner of her mouth bleed.

"Your being ungrateful. Look at what you made me do. I didn't want to hurt you but if you keep being a scared little bitch then I won't hesitate to do worse." He griped her face hard as he spoke harshly.

"Got it?"

Isabella nodded weakly and he released her face with uneeded force. Her attacker stood up from his bent position and left, Isabella screaming after him around the gag, for him to let her go.

It was hours before he came back. Mask firmly in place, and a bag in his hands as he approached the scared girl. He placed bag down heavily on a table next to Isabella.

"I thought we could have a little fun." Her attacker said as he pulled out pliers, knife, and a cataprot among other various tools.

"I think we'll start with some questions."

He kneels in front of her pliers in hand. He takes Isabella fingers in his free hand. Realization of what he's going to do sinks and she begins to cry mumbling out a muffled plea for him to stop.

"There's no reason to be afraid. I won hurt you unless I need to." The rag that was used to gag her is removed. "Were going start off with an easy question. Now Isabella tell me what grade are you in?"

"10th." Was her shaky reply.

He nods his head moving to hold her index finger.

"Who does your family consist of?"

"My mom and step-dad."

"I need names and where's your father? What do they do?"

"My father's dead, my mom name is Emily and she's unemployed. My step-dad Eric is a lawyer." Isabella lied.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Her attacker said shaking his head. "Your lying Isabella."

The pliers move around her thumb and are squeezed lightly.

"Your either tell me the truth or I cut off your thumb and index finger. A finger for each question."

"I-if you know that I'm lying then why do you need me to tell the truth."

"You have three seconds before I cut it off." He said completely ignoring her remark.

"1...2..-"

"My dad name is Charlie. He lives in Washington where he's the chief of police. My mom name is Renee she is unemployed. My step-dad name is Phil and he's a professional minor league baseball player." Isabella rushed out.

"Thank you. Was that so hard? I needed you to tell the truth so I could be able to trust you. Now this bit about your dad being a cop I didn't know but its nothing I can't handle."

He removes the pliers and stands up going back to the table.

"Now time for the real fun." He said as he picked up the charged catalprot.

In one swift movement the rod is placed against her neck electrocuting her. The searing pain washes over her body and she loses consciousness.

Isabella wakes up gasping for air as the cold air hits her naked and cold body. The man with mask is standing in front of her with a bucket, she assumes he used to throw water on her. Isabella quickly notices she's standing up, her arms extended above her. Her wrists are tied together and chained to a hook on the ceiling. The blondes feet dangling as her toes barely touched the ground.

The man sets the bucket down with a clang before walking closer to her. His rough hands run up her bare sides stopping at her breast before sliding down. Isabella squirms to get away from him.

"Your no fun. I barely touched you with the cattleprot and you were far gone. I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of removing your clothes. I just had to see my Isabella."

His voice irked her nerves, the condescending tone grated against her every being. She couldn't stop herself from what happened next. Her spit landed on his mask as she said harshly, "I'm not your fucking Isabella."

A growl was heard coming from him. He quickly released her and picked up his cattleprot and knife. In quick succession he pushed the rod against her skin. The cattleprot touched her breast, stomach, thigh, and the top of her womanhood leaving angry red bruises. Her cries only seemed to fuel his anger.

A slap to her face was landed, before a punch to her gut, then to her ribs. Isabella screamed in pain tears flowing freely as she shook from the intensity of it.

He came up close to her breathing heavily, hand grabbing her face.

"See that's where you're wrong. You are my mine and mine's only and I think I need to leave with a reminder of who you belong to." He said breathless.

He pushed his mask up a little. A rough kiss was pressed to her lips before he pulled back on the mask. The man put the knife above her right eyebrow.

"Now hold still or it'll be worst than it has to be."

He pressed the knife into her skin and dragged down diagonally. Isabella tried not to move her head not wanting any further damage. He stopped at her eye and continued below it, across her cheek, the bridge of her nose, and stopped at the corner of her mouth.

"Beautiful. Now you'll always be mine."

Isabella cried harder as her head became woozy. She was losing consciousness only this time she was afraid of what was going to happen she woke up.

Slowly her eyes fluttered open. She was in the same room, and position as before she lost consciousness. Isabella felt something on her face and moved it only to feel rush of pain.

"Stop moving your face or you'll open the wound again. I finally got it stop bleeding and put a bandage on it." He said from his position sitting in front of her.

He got up slowly and went over to the table where a cup of what she assumed to be water and a bottle of pills. He shook two pills in his hand and walked over to her.

"These are pain meds." He said before shoving them into her mouth. This glass of water was tipped to her lips and she swallowed the pills and water in two gulps.

He put the glass down and his hands began the path they made earlier. He didn't say anything as he began to feel around other areas. The man squeezed her boob, pinching her nipples that were beginning to harden.

Isabella hated that her body was betraying her. She wanted to throw up at the reaction he was getting from her body alone.

"You like that don't you." His gravely voice whispered. His hands began to work lower making sure not to touch any of the bruises on her. When he made it to her womanhood, he cupped her lightly.

The blonde whimpered at the pain she was feeling at being touched down their. Slowly his hands began to rub against her clit. It took a few minutes before Isabella's body began to respond to his ministrations. The masked man free hand gripped her breast, alternating between kneading the skin and tugging on her pebbled nipple.

His fingers ran through her slit gathering moisture starting to collect. He pushed a finger lubricated into her slowly and gently. When he broke her hymen she felt like crying, not just from the pain but from the fact that he took something she could never get back. In a way she would always be his, that thought alone made her tears began to flow.

One finger, slowly built up to two until he was pumping three fingers in and out of her smoothly. Isabella eyes were closed tight as she tried to think of anything other than what was happening. Soon everything just stopped and all contact was lost. The blonde cracked an eye to see him unbuckling his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear.

He squirted a good amount of clear liquid on his erect member stroking it as he moved back over to her. Isabella tried to close her legs but the threat of a repeat of what happened just hours before was enough to make her open her legs.

"That's my good girl. My sweet Isabella." The man said patronizing her.

He griped both of her thighs and moved her legs around his waist. He easily slipped into her. She thought that he was going to be rough and fast but he waited until she was accustomed to him before moving. The man moved inside her slow.

Isabella thought it was only because he wanted to torture her more, make her feel everything. Her eyes closed again as she began to think of her family that loved her so much. Fond memories of her dad began to filter through her brain and before she knew it he had removed himself from her. Isabella felt him behind her before he sheathed himself into her ass roughly.

"You're not paying attention Isabella. What where you thinking of huh? Your police officer dad. You think he's going to save you?" He said harshly as he rammed himself into her over and over again.

The pain she was feeling was unbearable, she felt as if she was getting split in two. Her tears continued to fall.

"Tell me that you like what I'm doing to. That I'm the only one who has done this to you. Tell Me!" He grunted out.

The knife she didn't notice him grab was dangerously close to her neck, a clear threat.

"I-I like what your d-doing. N-no one has done this t-t-to me." She stuttered out.

He grunted louder as he became rougher and emptied himself inside of her. He pulled out of her and went to the table to pour some chloroform on a rag.

"My sweet Isabella. You will always be mine." His gravely words was the last thing she heard before she lost consciousness again.

***flash back over***

Bella shoot out of the bed screaming as sweat poured down her face. Phil was the first to enter her room, her mother second. They were both at her side asking what was wrong as her mom wiped away the tears she didn't know she was crying.

It had been a year since the attack. Bella had woken up on her moms porch. When Renee found her she broke down crying and called the police. They took her to the hospital, cleaned and stitched her facial wound. They put ointment on her electrical burn marks and performed a rape kit. The seminal fluid didn't help find her attacker because he wasn't in the police's system.

She told them all she could about when, where and what happended while and before she was captured. Her dad had flew the first flight to Arizona. The fear and sadness in his eyes never left him as he was told what happened. Bella knew he blamed himself even after she told him not to.

Immediately Renee, Phil, and Charlie put her in therapy sessions. But that didn't help because Bella either told the therapist what she wanted to hear or she didn't talk at all.

Her mother and Phil was the first people to see her when she dyed her hair brown. They supported her when she said that she didn't want to go by Isabella anymore. They was there after her first day back at school. Bella told them how everyone just stared at the scar on her face but other than that they didn't make a move to talk to her. She guessed a student getting raped, tortured, and mutilated was the breaking point in having friends.

Now Bella didn't find it safe anywhere she went. But the brunette only went to school, too afraid to go anywhere else. It was getting to the point that she was terrified to be in her own house. That was when her parents suggested the move.

Renee told her that if it would make her feel more comfortable, safe then Bella could go live with her father. Bella didn't think it was going to help but she was going to try anyway at least for Renee and Charlie's sake. And that is how Bella found herself in forks living with Charlie.