Okay, so here's my new story..about Rosalie obviously :P Hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing...

A tremble ripped through my spine as I stepped out into the cold, late October night. I wrapped my jacket tighter to myself, securing my arms to my torso, trying to retain as much body heat as possible. "Come on," I hissed at my fiance, Royce King, but found he was no where to be seen. I huffed and took of, stalking down the street.

There was an eerie feeling as I picked up my pace. It felt as though I was being watched, and I kept looking over my shoulder to see if there was anyone following me. My frightening suspicions were confirmed when five looming shadows emerged from the darkness of an alleyway. I gasped in horror, instinctively backing away from the figures closing in on me.

The round pools of light from the street lamps sent shadows across their faces, and I immediately recognized one of them and stopped my retreat. Royce. I regained my confidence as he and his friends approached slowly. I stormed the rest of the way, closing the short distance between the group and myself. I could smell the alcohol in the air, and was about to tell him off when he began speaking.

"Real beauty, just like I said," He gloated, showing me off like a piece of art. I was too angered by his words to realize that they were forming a circle around me, until it was complete.

"I don't think I'm really getting a good look," One of his vile friends said, smiling and unattractively yellow smile, I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"Yeah," another one piped in, "I think she'd be much prettier without all of that clothes on." I sneered at him and then turned to Royce, waiting for him to stop this madness, and soon. He took a step closer, "Come here, baby," his voice slurred from the large amounts of beer he had been drinking. I shook my head violently in reply, too shocked to speak.

I could feel the fear growing inside of me as he took another step closer, his friends mimicking the action. It was like a game, he moved forward, me back, until I bumped straight into something...more like someone. The stranger wrapped his arms around me, touching me in places he clearly shouldn't have been, "Gotcha," he whispered in my ear, the smell of bitter smell of alcohol fanning across my face, making my stomach churn.

"Let go," I spat, struggling to get free. He only tightened his grip, and made his disturbing actions more profound.

"Now why would we do that," the large one said, stepping closer, his eyes never leaving my chest, "We just got you."

I knew the fear was well written on my face, as they closed in, and it only seemed to give them more pleasure. Royce grabbed my hair and yanked hard toward the ground, making my whole body bend forward. "Good girl, bowing for your king." He said dominantly, as he pulled me back up, ripping off my jacket leaving red marks, that would be bruises (if I ever made it through this), in the process. My whole backside, and way too much of my chest, was now visible. All of the men eyed me, the hunger in their eyes scared me.

I clawed, and kicked as they pulled me to the ground, his revolting friends touching, and feeling me where they shouldn't have been, enjoying my body like no man should. They started with my shoes and gloves, yanking them off violently. I kicked and squirmed, my free limbs flying in every way possible. Yet every time I made a hit, I only seemed to get more beat up and violated myself.

I could feel my body weaken, and my struggling stopped all together. They had continued with their horrid work for what seemed as hours, and now were walking off. Laughing at the joy of the kill. Death was near, I knew it as I lay there, engulfed in my own blood. I could taste the warm, sweet bitterness of it as it trickled into my mouth from cuts on my lips and face.

I ached immensly, as I lay, strewn across the cold, hard street. I now yearned for death to come and take the pain away. Closing my eyes, waiting for it's arival, I felt something cold falling onto me. My eyes flew open to find it was snowing. I knew that even if I were to survive from the rape, and beating, I would freeze to death in the cold. I had barely any clothes on by now, and I shivered , wincing in pain from the movement.

I tried to lull myself to sleep, thinking of happier places, when I saw something in the dark. Fear overtook me and I could feel my faint heart beat increase. I could have sworn I saw eyes, almost golden, like a wild cat. I closed my eyes again, trying to ward off the fear, but I felt something in my presence.

Maybe death was here, ready to take me away, relieve me of this suffering. I waited, hearing nothing, seeing nothing. I wondered if it was all an illusion, and closed my eyes again. I knew I would die soon, my heart was slowing, becoming more and more quiet by the second. I felt myself drifting away. I swear I heard a soft, gentle voice in my ear.

"I'm terribly sorry, I hope you will forgive me," he whispered. Forgive him? For what? I wondered, and then, the fire began.

Well, there it is, the first chapter :D It took a while to write, and I hope it wasn't a bad time to stop :P Also, I was wondering if you could check out the oneSHOToneders ...that is a name my friend and I are going by, and we are writing stories together..of course..we only have one, but that number shall increase shortly :)

Hope you liked it, tell me if ya did :)

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