well... here goes. this is my first fanfic, though ive been an avid reader for about 3 years. its probably not very good, but i thought id give it a shot.

Disclamer: these really annoy me so i will say it once and it will apply for the entire story. i do not in any way shape or form own twilight, any of its characters or any other property of sm.

enough of my chit chat. on with the story...

Chapter one ~ Tortured past

On the night of October 5th 1773 Lilith lay huddled on the dam, dirt, floor of her bedroom. She held bloodied hands to her tear streaked face to muffle the sobs bubbling up her throat. The reason for her current predicament was the same as every other night, you would think she would be used to it considering she received had beating every night for the past six years. Since her ninth birthday. She was an outcast – to the village and worst of all to her family.

She had been their personal slave since the day she could carry out the tasks they burdened her with. They never wanted her; they told her that themselves, she was a mistake to them. This particular night was different though, her father had a rage that was burning him up from the inside out. He had beaten her for hours before he managed to gain control of his hatred for his eldest daughter, now his only daughter considering her 8 year old sister, Anna, had died earlier that day of a fever. Everyone had automatically blamed Lilith, saying she had done it out of jealousy and hatred for her perfect sister. They even went as far as to claim it witch craft. Completely ridiculous. That was the fuel to the fire her father contained inside him; he beat her with brutal, back breaking blows endlessly until he could no longer beat her. And not once was she aloud into the realm of unconsciousness to take shelter from the pain she endured.

Finally she fell into a fitful sleep filled with images of her being accused of witchery in front of the whole town; she didn't realise at that point that it was going to happen in the near future. She awoke to hear hushed voices from the door. The only thing that registered to her was the priest telling her father.

"Lilith has officially been convicted of witchcraft, and is to be executed at dawn tomorrow by hanging."

After that he had left, and Lilith had sat on the floor, just sitting there, she didn't cry she started laughing and laughing. This continued until she could not breathe and had to catch her breath again.

She fell into her last sleep- only lasting about 2 hours before it was interrupted buy a mob of men. They took Lilith to a hut and bound her; all but three left her there. The three remaining undressed her and goaded at her looking for a reaction. She gave none. This angered the men. They forcefully grabbed her and turned her over; and put her on her knees. They wanted her to beg; she would not give them the satisfaction. The men were so angered that they beat her further damaging her body.

Lilith bitterly thought `its not like it matters I am to die tomorrow anyways. `

Finally they stopped, but to Lilith's dissatisfaction only two of them left, leaving a man she knew well. He was only about 20, he had always taunted her, and she hated him. He was cruel and even though she knew that she couldn't understand how someone could do what that man did to her next.

He roughly grasped her hips from behind and whispered to her "I will take your virginity, on this dirty floor, and I want you to remember that it was a punishment. And not an act of love, your not worthy and your first and only time will be against your will."

At that she could not help but let a sob escape her throat. He only laughed at her. In the next second his hard length thrust into her. It was the worst pain she had ever felt. Worse that the beating she daily took. She knew why it hurt so much. She didn't want it, that's why. He began to thrust, hard, in and out. Still grasping her hips in his rough hands. He didn't whisper sweet nothings to help her through the pain, no; he just laughed and told her she deserved it. It seemed like years before he finally released his seed inside of her burning core. She was glad it was over. He pulled out and with a finally, vicious slap on the bottom left her there on the floor. Broken, naked and sobbing.

That same man came for her just hours later; he dressed her in rags and ignored her pleas for her life. That's all she wanted. A life, she never had one, hers was always controlled by her father and she had never experience the joys that came with life. That was all she had pleaded for. She was dragged to a podium in the middle of the village, made an example out of, as they placed the rope around her neck her pleas died. She knew a lost cause when she saw one; after all she had lived one. Instead she savoured the delicate caress of the rising sun on her broken skin. The whole village had gathered to watch her execution, even her family were there. They wore eager looks on their faces. She expected it though; they were cold, heartless beings. It turned her stomach, all of it, how they could watch someone they had grown up with be killed on false accusations. She pitied them in a way- they lived their lives by following the laws of a book filled with make believe.

After the crowd had settled the priest took his place and spewed a speech on how they were following god's law by putting her to death. I was the spawn of the devil himself and she contained no humanity or soul. Personally she thought it was the other way around. Despite all this she still could not bring herself to hate them though. They were pathetic and easily influenced, yes, but that is why. It was that they were doing what they thought was right, even if it wasn't.

The time came to end Lilith's life; finally, she stood there defiantly looking death in the face. She would no cower; give them that satisfaction. She would let herself be an example to everyone. But she couldn't help the single tear that dripped down her swollen cheek at the thought of her life ending before it could begin.

Her body suddenly plummeted towards the ground, catching suddenly with a white hot pain at her throat where the rope was. She dangled by her neck for an eternity, black spots clouding her vision. The pain in her neck was becoming unbearable as the callous rope chaffed at her tender skin. Suddenly she was aware of a blood curdling scream. Followed by others. She looked around and through the haze managed to make out the scene before her eyes.

Half of the spectators lay on the floor, broken and seemingly bloodless. The other half were panicking, trying to escape, though none actually got very far. Within minuets every single one of them was dead. An otherworldly man was finishing the last of them off, his face to his neck. The man who I recognised as a local farmer was clutching at the man making pained grunts. Finally the man released him, only for the man to flop to the ground. Dead. I couldn't bring myself to feel sorry for all these people who died, instead I was pleased.

I was beginning to lose consciousness, my breath wheezing through my throat.

Just before I lost consciousness the man asked, "Do you want to live?" I managed a nod.

My last though before I dies was `He's an angel, he has to be. `

thanks for reading, hope it wasn`t too bad. review, for the simple reason that i want to improve and recieve feedback on my writing wheter it be positive or critical.

until next time... which shall not be long, promise.:)