A/N: Warnings! Slash, sexual content, language, blood, and violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Prologue

Agony… I can smell the sheer pain, fear, and blood.

To hear the agonizing groans coming from their throats… poor things, I think I should at least have removed their gags.

But it feels so good, to see the crimson dripping slowly from the tips of the remaining fingers of my maybe unconscious, but still alive cohorts. The way small and beautiful drops life are covering the black of the surface, finally filling in my empty core.

I am not the wrong here, they should know better than to go with a stranger.

I have always been told that I am charismatic with my slight southern drawl, blue eyes, and blond curls, well I just know how to utilize my resources.

After bandaging the wounds, I was still contemplating about their gags when I smelt something stinky, I looked up to find that my guest looking down with shame, a second later I met red-rimmed brown eyes and saw the horror. Well, it was the nature's call, I understand.

With finally the decision made, I removed the gags.

"Please, Please, Please let me go! What do you want? I can give you money… anything, but just let me go."

"Tsk-Tsk, dear Mike, why so sad? And remember you promised me that you will not leave before showing me how it feels to be with a real man? The fun has just started!" I crooned.

Aah… I have to admit he looked beautiful with short blond hair with angry tears sliding down his red cheeks.

Before I could finish my thoughts of red cheeks with red blood, an angry snarl from my other companion snatched my attention,

"Let us go you sick bastard!" growled my flustered guest, with a mouth full of his long black locks.

I chuckled; he was being or at least acting brave.

"Now now darling, don't be rude. I know you are a little angry but good things come to those who wait," I said while finally touching his manes, I love playing with hairs, "Now let's continue shall we?"

I grabbed my new slicing knife and dragged it across the blonde's cheeks, while he thrashed futilely, bound to my wooden chair.

"Don't move or you will hurt yourself, sweetie," I whispered leaning into him.

"I need a smoke! What about you guys?" I chimed happily but frowned when Jacob snorted.

Now don't get me wrong, I am very calm but the only thing I can't take it is when someone disregards my gestures.

With a sudden surge of red and hot rage and I slapped him across his face, it was a second after I registered the sting in my hand and blood dripping down Jacob's lips.

"Look what you made me do!" I whispered as I swiped the blood off his chin.

"Now tell me where is he?" I asked sweetly as splashes of bronze and green painted my mind.

"Where is Edward?"