Hey everyone!

Sorry I was away for so long. I'm on holiday at the moment so that kinda makes me lazy I guess. Ha. Anyways so here is what everyone requested, the sequel to Love Hurts, Painful Bliss. I hope you all like it. My writing has really been lacking in inspiration lately so it might not be as good as the first chapter.

Also before I continue, I want to thank Bella Lunatique for informing me about someone that has taken my story (Love Hurts) without permission and posted it elsewhere on the net.

Another person I want to thank is Edwards in the Air for liking my story so much that she translated it for others to read. (She had permission from me)

Anyway that's about all the babble for now.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot and a few of the characters.

Painful Bliss

Chapter 1: Expected and Unexpected Visitors

Part 1: The Unexpected.

Aislinn's POV

I watched the rain drops race down the glass of the car that was taking me to orphanage. I curled in the back seat pouting after being caught for the second time trying to escape. The driver and my escort weren't taking anymore chances on me. I sighed and rolled the window down as the rain started to thin. My escort and the driver tensed as I placed my hand on the ledge. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I was trying to escapee not commit suicide, there was no way in hell I'd jump out a moving vehicle. That was just madness!

As the car slowed to the gate of the orphanage my escort kept a firm hold onto my wrist, keeping me from running again. My black hair tangled as the breeze ran its cold fingers through it and I shivered.The car finally stopped and only when the gate was firmly shut behind us did the driver unlock the doors. I stepped out into the cold air and stared at the white building that was originally built as a prison. I hate this place already. My escort dragged me to the front doors and I hung my head in defeat…well, temporary defeat.

/x/two weeks later\x\

I growled as I was man-handled back into the orphanage. Dammit! I was so close! I was shut in my room once again with no food. I've lost a tremendous amount of weight because of my bad behavior. Sighing, I stared out the bars of my window; the caretakers put them in after my first attempt at escape, obviously through the window. I've been here for two weeks and have had nine attempts at escaping. And clearly they've all failed. This place is guarded more securely than the bloody prison it use to be. And my cell is the one that is on heavy guard… I glanced at the door where two older boys, from the orphanage, stood guard…literally. Pouting, I curled into a corner and sulked, waiting for the caretakers to give me my punishment. It's probably going to be more scrubbing… Keys rattled as the locks on the door were opened to reveal the head caretaker, Ms Breech or Ms Bitch as I like to call her.

"Aislinn Locke," her voice assaulted my ears and I groaned.

"Just give me the bloody punishment and stop talking. Your voice gives me a headache," I smirked and stood up. The blonde-haired boy on the right side of the door coughed to hide his laughter, but shut up the moment Ms Breech turned to glare at him.

Ms Bitch had this lovely gift, when she's angry her head bloats up and turns red. It's rather hilarious, especially when you know what makes her tick. "Miss Locke," the bitch took a few breathes and clamed down. Aww… look at that! She's trying to control her temper! Well, now. Let's just push her just a little more… "You should know very well what your punishment is. Go to the kitchen and get the cloth. You'll be wiping the floors today, and since our donators will be here to inspect the orphanage, I want it to be spotless. Understood?"

I yawned and pushed past her. "Whatever, Miss Bitch." As I stepped out I gave the two boys, Max and Andy, a wink. "Thanks for a company boys. Although next time please see if you can get Seth and Keenan to do the guarding?" I gave them my biggest puppy eye pout.

Andy laughed and messed up my hair. "You know that's not possible, Ash. They're your best friends and if they guard you…well…you would be gone in the next five minutes. Nice try though, kid." Max just rolled his eyes and went in to 'assist' Ms Breech.

"Suck up," I muttered under my breath and smiled at Andy. "Thanks anyway, Dee. I hope Mister Suck Up in there wasn't too much of a bore. I would've kept you company, but with another plan foiled, I wasn't in the talking mood."

"McCain! Get your butt in here!" screamed the Bitch.

I flipped the Bitch off. "Can't you see we're talking? It's rude to interrupt."

Breech narrowed her eyes and Max's hand was suddenly flying at my cheek. There was a sharp snapping sound and suddenly I felt the floor beneath me and Andy's arms holding me up. My cold hand touched the stinging skin and I winced. So… that's how it's going to be, is it? Well two can play at that game. I picked myself up from the floor and grinned like the devil I am. Giving Max an innocent smile I pushed him into my room and slammed the door shut, bolting the lock. I pulled the key out and smirked. "Have a good evening, bitches! C'mon Andy let's go."

Andy was biting his lip hard and trying not to smile; he uttered a quick apology and followed up behind me. "You know you're going to be in deep shit when they get out."

"You mean 'if' they get out, Dee my brother. Breech is a bitch, but she's not stupid. At least sometimes she's not. She won't want to wake the entire orphanage up so she'll have to wait until the afternoon before she's let out," I chuckled darkly.

Andy shivered and grinned. "You know… you're kind of scary when you do that."

We reached the kitchen and flipped the light open. "I try. Oh, Andy? Tell me why she's making me do that in to middle of the night?"

He leaned against one of the counters as I bent under the sink to get a bucket and cloth. "Well… as she said. The donors of the orphanage are coming over and they're coming in the morning. Nice view by the way."

I threw the cloth at him as I got out from under the sink. "You bastard. Stop staring at my ass. I have work to do." Andy yawned and waved my insult away like a fly. I raised a brow. "Dee, if you're tired you can go to bed. I don't need babysitting."

"Yeah right, and my name is Caramel Breech," he chuckled stifling another yawn.

"Caramel?" I roared with laughter. "That's her name? No wonder the woman is messed up!" I clutched my sides and took a few deep breaths to calm down. "But seriously Andy. If you're tired go to sleep. I swear on my pride and life that I won't try another escape tonight, ok?"

He gave me a sideways glance and grinned. "Alright I trust you since you swore on your own pride, but if you go back on your word…" he narrowed his eyes then smiled. "g'night Aislinn." Andy picked me up in a hug and smiled as he yawned walking out the cold kitchen.

"Well…it's just you and me now," I muttered to the cloth in my hand and started making my way to the front door to start polishing.

Around two hours later, I moved to the make shift ballroom where the donors will be gathering in the morning. I gaped at the room. "You have got to be kidding me!" I muttered. Breech had already set everything up and now I had to polish around EVERYTHING. "Oh that woman is going to get it tomorrow…" As I stepped into the room I shivered. It felt as if the temperature of the room was several degrees lower than the rest of the orphanage. "Weird…"

"What is?" The deep voice behind me caught me by surprise and I spun to see a man in the shadows. His face was hidden by the darkness, but two bright red eyes burned underneath of what seemed like long black hair.

Letting out a little squeak I back into a table. No one is supposed to be in here. After looking at the man closely the hair at the back of her neck stood up. Red eyes. That's definitely not normal. Shit, I have to get out of here…

"Cat got your tongue? Are you going to speak or are you going to just stand there and think of how abnormal my presence is?" he smirked.

My jaw dropped. "W-what?" I shook myself and glared at the man. "I-I don't know who you are but you're not meant to b-be in here."

The man chuckled and stood into the moonlight that was streaming in through the windows, only to make me gape more. He was…there was no way to describe him; his beauty was something that just didn't exist, something that not even people could imagine. The man was tall with long black hair swept to a side; underneath it shadowed a pair of bright glowing red eyes that burned into my soul. His face held a set of high and sharp cheek bone centered with a tall angular nose and beneath it, a thin set of lips that was curled into a smirk. He wore a simple black shirt, hidden by a leather jacket and tight jeans.

"I know that, my dear. I've just come to claim what is mine and then I'll be leaving," slowly he started making his way over to the table I was pressed up against and desperately I looked for a way out. There was none.

"I-I assure you that there is nothing i-in here that belongs to you," my voice was quivering as he got closer, two more paces and he would be standing right against me.

His chuckle turned into a wide spread grin and something like a growl erupted from deep in his chest. He closed that small distance until his belt buckle was pressing into my stomach and my cheek into his chest. Slowly his hand trailed up my arm and he captured my chin in his long fingers, he jerked my face up toward him and leaned down. My heart was beating erratically in my chest and I swear it was going jump out my throat. Oh god please no… I was saying no, but everything in my body was telling me to say yes and to close that distance between his lips and mine. God, you don't even know the man! If he is a man, that is. I pulled my face back and my lips trembled. "You are smart and very good at resisting the temptations," his teeth flashed as I looked up at him at my own will. "You might not belong to me now, Aislinn, but soon. You're almost ready. I will be back for you in six days."

His cold lips met with my forehead and his last sentence was a whisper as he disappeared into a wisp of black smoke. Gasping, I fell to my knees and stared at the empty darkness where the man stood before. "W-who are you?" I whispered into the still night, tears threatened to fall and I lifted a trembling hand to wipe them away. Shadows reached out and caressed my bare feet and whispered a name that would remain in my memory for as long as I lived. Bane Valko Black.

I could feel my heartbeat start to slow as the sun slowly started creeping over the trees that walled off the orphanage. The chefs started to arrive to cook up our breakfast as well as the dishes for the guests. Dragging my cloth and bucket back to the kitchen, I wiped up the counters until Chef Gregorio waltzed in. "Good morning, ma fille. How are you this fine morn?"

Chef Gregorio wasn't French, but he loved the language and chose to speak it whenever he could. He said that it suited his career since many great chefs did come from France. Gregorio Antonio Barcelona is the head chef of the orphanage. His mother was Spanish and his father was Italian. Unlike the chefs that are seen on TV, Chef Gregorio isn't fat and oozing with oils. He's tall and rather muscular, with cropped brown hair that he kept from after he joined the military, the place where he discovered his love for cooking. He also had a set of very peculiar colored eyes, gold.

"I'm…fine," I managed a shaky smile. "It could be worse I guess."

He put all his things down and looked at me with a raised brow. "Ah, my petite, what's the matter?" Shushing all the workers out he lifted me onto the counter and took a seat beside me.

I shook my head. "Won't you get in trouble?"

"Don't worry about them. They won't die of starvation," he smiled. Beside my friends, Chef Gregorio was the only person who was nice to me. Especially after he saw the Bitch abuse me with work. "Now, tell Gregorio all about it."

Sighing, I leaned back against the tiled walls. "It's nothing too bad, I guess. It's just the Bitch is going to throw a fit when she's let out this afternoon. Also something else happened last night, but I'd rather not talk about it. It's…complicated."

Chef Gregorio nodded slowly and then paused, a grin sprouting over his features. "What did you do to the Warden?"

My face started flushing. "Well…long story short. I tried to escape again and was caught. The Bitch came to give me my punishment and I locked her and Suck up, up in my cell."

Gregorio's booming laugh bounced off and echoed against the cold walls. "Petite renard intelligent!" His strong arms were wrapped around my shoulders and he guffawed. "Ah, you clever little girl. Well, if there is anything else that bothers you, you know you can talk to me, ma fille. I have to work now, before the guests of honor get here. I shall keep an extra plate of food for you and your boys. Look at you! Vous êtes si minces! Mon Dieu! Il ressemble ils ne vous nourrissent pas! And I cook so much! I wonder where it all goes." He started firing up the stoves and that was my cue to leave and his staff's cue to come back in and work.

It was only around six in the morning so everyone would still be sleeping. Silently I opened the front doors to the orphanage to let in some fresh air. Looking out to the frosted grass I smiled and started walking out into the cold morning air. Pulling out a small knife I walked around to the rose garden that the Bitch kept and planted right underneath my window. She was standing by the bars as I approached and I grinned a devils grin when she eyed me with suspicion. Lifting my knife and giving her an innocent smile, I started hacking off her precious red roses. From the corner of my eye I could see Breech clawing at the glass and I laughed as I gathered up the roses to put inside. Revenge is sweet. I smiled inwardly. I set the roses in an empty vase in the 'ballroom', where the donors will be sitting. The grandfather clock in the corner chimed six-thirty. Six-thirty and no one's up? You've got to be kidding me! Damn… the things I do to be nice. The donors were set to come at around seven thirty and the rest of us orphans had to eat and be prepared as well. Our breakfast was at seven.

Running to the store room I grabbed the white table clothes use for visitors only and spread them over the tables. Chef Gregorio walked in as I finished spreading the last one and huffed. "Ma petite, where is the rest of the children?"

"Sleeping," I laughed slightly. "It's ok, I can handle this. It's what I'm good at, organizing things." And I was serious, before my parents were killed they had been important people that always held parties and guess who was the person that had to organize them all... poor little old me. "Just get your men to put the food on this table and tell them to carry in plates and utensils. I'll do the rest."

"But, ma petite, are you sure? It's a big room…" he trailed off and I could see that he would do as I told him.

I smiled and saluted. "Sir, yes, sir! I can handle it, sir! I only have fifteen minutes and I still have to set up the cafeteria, sir!"

He clapped and smiled like a proud General. "Alright. You got it! Spencer! Adrian! Marie! For the next fifteen minutes this little girl shall be in charge of you. You do as she says and if you don't…there will be trouble. Understood?"

"Yes sir!" they said and stood in front of me. And I chuckled, Chef Gregorio ran his kitchen like a military base, but people would kill to be in his kitchen and work for him. I often wondered why he would want to work in an orphanage.

"Hey guys," I smiled. "Alright, we have a lot of work to do. Spencer and Adrian, Iwant all the food and eating utensils in here, pronto! Just set them down here and I'll deal with it later." They gave a nod and dashed off to get everything. "Marie, you with me. The cafeteria must be set up before everyone is awake. I have the table cloth and Chef Gregorio will be bringing the food at seven sharp. We need to be ready." She gave me a nod and we ran off to the cafeteria. I swear I had never in my life set up something so fast. In less than ten minutes the table cloth and our eating utensils were placed and we were running back to the 'ballroom'. "Spencer! You're in charge of the utensils. Place a napkin in a basket and divide them into the appropriate place. Adrian!" And so the next few minutes were chaos. By the time we were done and everything was perfect, just the way I wanted it. Spencer, Adrian, Marie and I practically collapsed on top of each other.

"Mes garçons et filles, what a wonderful job you have done!" He smiled. "I don't think the Warden could do such a good job even if she tried."

I grinned and got up off the floor. "It was nothing. These guys were amazing help."

"Ma fillle, you are a good girl, later I have a surprise for you and your two friends," he smile growing wider.

"Three friends," I corrected. "Somebody helped me out last night and I haven't been able to thank him yet. Well… besides sending him to bed early."

"Alright, ma fille, three it is! Now go wake everyone up and be ready in fifteen minutes. I made scrambled eggs and sausages today with tea." With the way Chef Gregorio cooks…one would think we were living in a five-star hotel rather than an orphanage.

Racing up to the boy's quarters I banged on Seth and Keenan's room. "Yo boys! Up and at em! Time for breakfast you big lugs!" A pillow collided with my head and fell back. I growled. "You asked for it." Crawling into Seth's bed I wrapped my arms around him and threw my leg over his hip. Almost immediately his eyes shot open and I could feel something pushing into my stomach. "Morning Sethy-boy." I grinned and kicked him off the bed as hard as I could. He landed on the floor with a loud thud and muttered something that sounded like 'crazy bitch'.

"Can't you guys just shut up for five minutes!" Keenan shouted from under his blanket since he was the one that threw the pillow at me.

"Yes, your majesty," I muttered and rolled my eyes. As Seth for up he looked at me and grinned. "On three?" I mouthed and he nodded.

"One." Silently I got out of Seth's bed.

"Two." Seth and I tip toed to the edge of Keenan's bed.

"Three!" Both Seth and I leaped at the same time and landed on top of Keenan. Keenan screamed bloody murder as we started to tickle him. "Up now! Or feel my wrath! Surrender!"

He laughed like a maniac and choked. "I'm up! I'm up! Please! I surrender! Oh god…stop!"

Grinning like a devil me and Seth got off of him and straightened our clothes. "Alright boys. Now listen closely. Chef Gregorio has some extra food for us, but in order for you boys to get that food you have to wake the rest of the people up." They grimaced but didn't say anything. "Everyone has to be ready and have already eaten by seven-fifteen. We have guests today remember?"

Both boys mumbled but agreed. Suddenly Keenan's face spilt into a grin that could give the Cheshire cat a run for his money and he screamed. "Last one to the girls dorms has to do the boys dorm!" At the word girls…both boys sprint out their room like a bat out of hell.

"Well that was easy. Those big babies," I giggled and made my way over to the kitchen. "Chef Greg?" His back was to me as he waved a knife in the air. "Everyone will be in breakfast in around five minutes."

He nodded and turned around smiling. "Bonne fille, I have a gift for you." Bending under the sink he pulled out a rather large box and presented it to me. "This is for you. Ma jolie femme, wanted you to wear this since I have such a liking to you."

Opening the box I gaped at the most stunning piece of clothing I have ever had the pleasure of setting me eyes on. It was a black halter neck dress with beautiful and intricate beadings of blue roses all over the left side. Lifting it up, the soft fabric flowed to a stop somewhere on her mid thigh. Chef Gregorio gave her another two boxes, each smaller than the first. The second box held a pair of black heels, but what was most captivating about those set of heels was the heel itself. It shimmered silver and the patterns that wove around the thin heels made it looks as if a small rose plant was growing from it. Last but not least, the final box held a black leather choker and dangling from the center was a blue crystal carved into the shape of a rose.

"My God, it's beautiful Chef Gregorio," she whispered and traced her fingers over the shimmering crystal.

"Ma jolie femme made it just for you," he puffed his chest up in pride. "She likes you."

Chuckling I gathered all the things up. "She hasn't even met me." All he did was shrug. "Um… since Breech is going to be busy and I can't seem to remember where I put the keys., I guess, I'll have to host today. Thank you Chef Greg. You brought this at the most perfect time." I flashed him another smile as I went to prepare.

Holy shit… I don't think I've ever written such a long chapter in my life. And to think this is only half of it! Updating might take a little longer than usual because of my writers block. This chapter alone took me over a week to type.

Anyway, let me know what you think. The Cullens and the rest of the Twilight people will be in the next chapter. I got tired of typing this chapter so I decided to spilt it into to two. I hope that's ok.

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Also I feel that I should inform my dear readers that Painful Bliss will be more…mature than Love Hurts. If anyone has a problem with that then they shouldn't read the sequel. I will have flags up saying where the graphical things come up, if that helps.

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