Chapter 1

Summery: Rosalinda Black had a perfect life. It all changed the day Damon came into her life and decide she was his which lead to a horrible accident. A year later after the accident Rosalinda moves to New York in the attempt to forget her horrible past. Here life seems normal she makes friends with the nerdy boy Peter Parker and through him meets the Avengers . Once she meets Steve her whole life changes. Slowly but surly she starts to fall for him, but with both keeping secrets from each other there relationship is doomed to fail. As they say relationship without trust is no relationship at all. But will they be able to handle the truth once it comes into the light and then a figure from Rosalinda's past comes back for blood. Will there relationship withstand through all this or will dark desire pull them apart.

A/N: I don't own the Avengers nor the Amazing Spider-man that right goes to Marvel. I just own my oc's... so lets get started.

Warring: May be a trigger for abuse.

"No, she didn't," I said in disbelief.

"Yeah, she did, I'm so happy," Kendra said in glee.

"Oh dear lord, how can she do that," I scrunched my face up in disgust, "And how can you be happy about this?"

"Dearest Rosalinda," she started sarcastically, "See her mother caught her, so she's probably getting hell right now, and just the thought of that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

"Yeah, because thinking about Tina Martian is just so wonderful."

"It is when I know she's getting hell."

Mrs. Hale decide to jump into the conversation, "Now Kendra, I know for a fact if I had caught you doing what that girl was doing, you wouldn't be able to sit for weeks."

I laughed as Kendra rolled her eyes and argued with her mother. I leaned back in the car seat, soaking it all in because for the first time in weeks, I felt calm. But like always, that familiar feel of fear and dread slowly crept in. Unintentionally, I found myself thinking of him. Of what he tried to do to me, and how he almost succeeded. I started to feel dreadful; it was as if the air I was breathing wasn't enough.

I started to shake a bit as images of that day started to appear in my head.' Enough,' I thought, 'no more, please no more.' Soon enough I felt my breathing evening out and with that, my body stop shaking. I stole a quick glance at Kendra and her mom, and saw that they had missed my mini panic attack. I turned to look out the window, relieved that they didn't notice my attack, because half this town already looked at me with pity and disgust, so I don't need them joining those people.

"ROSALINDA!"

I jumped in my seat and turned to glare at Kendra, "Jesus Christ Kendra, what?"

"Sorry," she said not sounding sorry at all. "I was talking to you, but it seemed as if you were in never land… anyway as I was saying, now that Tina got caught, she probably won't be able to audition for the play so we are a so in ... not that we weren't before."

I just smiled and said yeah; a bit worried about how she react once I told her I couldn't be in it. After a few more minutes, we finally reached my house and once she parked, I got out of the car and walked towards the passenger seat.

"Thank you again, Mrs. Hale, for taking us to see the Swan Lake ballet."

She just gave me a smile, "You're welcome, Rosalinda."

Kendra also gave also gave me a smile, "See you at school tomorrow, wait for me so we can audition together!"

My face fell, and I gave her a nervous look, 'well, it's now or never.' I took a breath, "Yeah, um, I think I'm going to skip drama this year."

"Ugh, Rosa, why?!"

I rubbed my hands together and played with them, a nervous habit I had picked up, "Well my mom doesn't think it's such a good idea…" I sighed and closed my eyes. "You know with all that happened."

When I opened my eyes, they were both giving me the look, the look I didn't want from them.

"Come on Rosa, you and I have to audition! Only one person can be Belle, and it has to be one of us, that way Tina won't be her," That did sound very tempting, anything to make Tina lose, and I could tell Kendra knew what I was thinking.

"What did that poor girl do to you two to make you hate her so much?" Mrs. Hale asked, giving us accusing looks.

Kendra gave her a look and snorted, "Where do you want me to start?"

I laughed at how dramatic she sounded, a reason why she was so fit for drama, "Well, see you tomorrow, bye."

"Bye."

I walked to the front door and opened it slowly, knowing it was late and not wanting to disturb anyone. I walked towards the coat rack to hang my things up, and noticed that the TV was on, which was very odd. It was on the sports channel, so it must have been dad watching, "Dad," I called out, but no one answered. I just shrugged it off and went upstairs towards my room. As soon as I walked into my room, I tripped. I looked at the offensive object that knocked me down, a baseball bat, and not just any baseball bat, "Chris," I growled.

I walked towards my brother's bedroom and opened the door, the TV was on and turned up to the maximum volume, and Chris was lying down on his stomach. "I almost killed myself on this," he didn't respond, so I got pissed "Hey! Did you hear me?! Dweeb?!" Again no response whatsoever, "Hey, turn the TV down!"

Tired of his silent treatment I started to poke him with the bat, real mature I know, but hey, I was pissed. "Are you really still mad at me? I said I was sorry, what more do you want?" He stayed silent, so I keep poking him until he turned over. The bat fell to the floor as I choked back a scream at the sight in front of me. Chris's stomach was covered in blood, his arms and his mouth was oozing blood that proceeded to trail down his neck.

I backed out of the room slowly, not believing what I was seeing. I heard screaming coming from my parents room, and footsteps coming this way. I ran back to Chris's room and hid under the bed. It took all my willpower to stay there, because Chris's blood was trickling down and making a deep red puddle near me.

"Where is she?" I heard a man say and I froze. 'No, not him,' I thought.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" I heard him repeat again this time louder and closer.

Then I see a person who is wearing flats run into the room and try to close the door but he puts his boot in before she can close it, "She's not here, I swear to god!" Horror and dread consume me has I realize that the person who is talking is my sister Katherine. I couldn't get a good look at her from where I was, yet I could see that she was trying, in vain; to close the door, but the boot wouldn't move an inch.

"Katherine, be a good girl and open the door, I just want to talk."

"Screw you."

He growls in response and with a good shove, breaks through the door, knocking my sister backwards onto the bed. I feel the vibration of the bed has she falls on it. Then, with a sinking feeling, I remember what is on the bed. Chris. The bloodied, dead, Chris.

"AHH!YOU MONSTER WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Katherine screamed.

She got up to try and attack him, but he socked her, and threw her to the floor before she could do anything. I was about to come out of the bed and say 'hey it's me you want' but my sister turned towards the bed and saw me. For a second she was shocked, but quickly covered it up, with a quick shake of her head she pleaded me not to come out.

"Katherine, I will ask you nicely, again. Where is she?"

Katherine just smiled and spit blood on his shoes. Losing his patience, he bent down grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up until she was hovering 5 inches of the ground. "She belongs to me now. Tell me. WHERE IS SHE?!"

I shuddered in disgust; I was and never will be his. My sister choked out a fuck you. He threw her to the ground again and beat her ,even laughed when he heard the sound of her nose being broken but he didn't stop there he also grabbed her arms and started breaking them has if they were twigs. He didn't stop even when she screamed and pleaded he only stopped when she said, "O-Okay, I'll tell you." He stopped his brutal rampage and let her finish, "She's at a sleepover."

He stood there in silence then he got this sadistic look in his eye and she got scared, "No, please, don't."

He then grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled it back, and pressed the butcher knife to her throat, and she said "I hope you burn in hell and never find her." With a cry of outrage he sliced her throat open and I covered my mouth with my hands to silence the cry I gave out. After he cleaned his knife, he left and I stayed there, crying I didn't stop until I felt something near my legs and a voice say, "I found you Rosalinda." I let out a scream as he pulled me out from under the bed. Once he pulled me out, he flipped me on my back and pressed the knife to my neck, "I did it for us," he said and then he sliced my neck.

A/N: So in case you have or hadn't notice this little plot bunny was inspired by the movie Prom Night. Now the reason this isn't in the crossover section is because i'm only taking the general idea of the movie no character or scene (just this one and even then I changed it) from the movie will be used in this story. But just in case I will say I don't own Prom Night Nelson McCormick and J.S. Cardone do. So now that, that's out of the way what did you think good? bad? feed back is appreciated. I also want to give a special thanks to FandomsAllAround for helping me create and edit this story.