A/N: Okay, so tell me if I should continue this or not, it could get a little graphic, not sure. Write in and tell me.

I was shopping in Port Angeles today; I had the whole day planned out. I was going to shop some in the regular bookstore, then I was going to go to the mall and go clothes shopping for me.

I went to the outdated bookstore and bought a couple things. As I stowed them in the Volvo (Edward's condition for going without him, he still wasn't happy about that.) I thought about how hard it was to convince my secondary vampire family that I could go shopping by myself without anything happening. Honestly, they just didn't have enough faith in me.

I went to the mall after that. Not surprisingly, I couldn't find anything that I really wanted. As I walked out the door, I ran into the worst possible face I could ever imagine running into.

"Sorry," I muttered and then I saw him. He was the guy from the side street, two years ago. The one that Edward had saved me from.

His face broke into a malicious grin as he recognized me too.

He elbowed the guy standing next to him as I stood there frozen.

"Hey there sugar."

I tried to back away and quickly, they grasped each arm. I opened my mouth to scream when he reached in his pocket and flipped out a sharp knife and pressed it against my arm. "I wouldn't do anything foolish if I were you honey." The guy grinned and then proceeded to pull me across the parking lot to his van. He opened up the back and shoved me in. The lackey jumped in after me. Holding me tightly, so I couldn't get away, he shut the door; the leader locked it from the outside.

I broke away from him and sat down in the furthest corner of the back of the van, petrified. How did these things happen to me?

The driver's door opened, and the dark haired man started the van and we pulled out. How could I have been so stupid? I couldn't believe this. Why didn't I let Edward or Alice or someone come with me?

The guy in the back leered at me as he crawled over next to me. I tried to crawl away, but he pulled me onto his lap and I couldn't get him to release his grasp. Panic was starting to set in.

"What's wrong darlin'" the man said softly to me, "don't you remember us?"