AN: Hello, all you Twilight-type people! I usually write (and will continue to write after this) RENT fanfiction, over in plays and musicals, but I was bitten by an emo plot bunny, and had to write this. It's a multi-chap, more will come. So, enjoy if you like, and flame if you like as well, they amuse me. For Your Knowledge, I am NOT a Twilight fan. The characters, however, do have their uses.
Disclaimer: If I were Stephanie Meyer, I would probably have offed myself by now.
Bella walked down the dank alleyway, the heels of her shoes clacking against the uneven, stained pavement. She didn't know how she got there, only intending to walk home, as her truck was in the shop, but as per usual, she had gotten lost. Her heart beat like a mad rabbit in her chest, not properly protected by her thin, brittle ribs. It was terrified out of its mind, and so was she.
A flick of red flashed in the periphery of her vision. Confused, Bella stopped watching where she was going, and unshockingly, tripped over a rift in the ground. Her face smacked hard into the concrete, breaking her nose, and rendering her unconscious. The eerily beautiful redhead picked her up, and with a smirk filled with malice, vanished into one of the unkempt buildings.
Bella awoke to find herself chained to the bedposts of a yellowing, bug-ridden bed, Victoria leering down at her. The vampire kicked her hard in the stomach. Bella curled double and threw up over the side of the bed, in fear and pain. Her thoughts flew to Edward, wondering where the fuck he was, and why he wasn't saving her. These questions ran to a blank, she could think of no reason. Her mind turned off in despair. Blood from her broken nose dribbled down her face unhalted, Bella unable to stop it due to the fact that her hands were bound. Tears wouldn't come, her fear was too great.
The vamp-bitch looped her alabaster fingers into the waistband of Bella's jeans. All of the breath in the mortal's lungs was expelled. A low chuckle came from the undead lips. "I never forget a face, you pathetic little girl. Your mate took mine from me. Now he will pay, and I've found the perfect way to have my retribution. I've heard that he won't take you. Well, if he won't, I will." The cold finger tore down the sides of the denim, neatly slicing the pants into two pieces. Bella cried out, and Victoria shoved a filthy rag into her mouth, to stop the sound. Victoria dispensed of the ruined garment, and slammed her index and ring fingers into the mortal, breaking her womanhood and shredding it to pieces. Tears, now freed, rolled silently down Bella's face, and Victoria pumped inside of her. It's gone, it's all gone, I'm dead, and worthless, and it doesn't matter flailed through her head. And the worst part was that despite her best efforts, she was going to have to come. So, she succumbed, closed her eyes tight, and thought of Edward. Victoria stared at her in disgust, but refused to stop until she felt the gentle contractions around her digits. She withdrew her hand, and smacked Bella across the face, smearing the blood and sex into her cheeks.
Smiling with false sweetness at the girl, she bent over her, and carefully licked all liquids off her face, until the paleness of her visage shone through. Then, yanking the rag from her mouth, she kissed her violently, and left swiftly, leaving no trace.
Bella laid in her filth for the next few hours. She called for help, screaming at the top of her lungs, but no one came. Eventually, she passed out.
Finally, the door creaked open. The figure stepped in, sensing its way towards the decimated girl. When it found her, it shrieked. Bella awoke.
She stared at her rescuer, in thanks, but in shock. "What… Alice?"
"There's no time for explanations. We need to get you to Carlisle. Fast." The young vampires plucked up her friend, and cradling her in her arms, ran as hard as she could back to the mansion, where help, and possibly understanding, resided.