Hello Folks. Here is my new story. I don't own Twilight I'm just borrowing the characters. If your not mature enough to read this..please don't. It deals with some themes that are too mature for younger eyes. I want it known for the record: I DO not condone violence of any kind. Specially violence against women. I could write a 40 page paper on that stuff..but I won't (because I already have) Please enjoy and big shout out goes to my Beta Nails 233 because with her I could not and would not have been able to do this!

Bella walked into her third floor apartment and slung her bag and keys onto the stool by the bar in the living room. It had been a rough week at school and she was looking forward to a long weekend of downtime. Once in the kitchen she glanced around and she saw her cell phone lying on the brown marble counter top and cursed herself for leaving it behind this morning.

She reached for it sighingas it showed twenty missed calls. She then glanced over at her answering machine and cringed when it flashed twenty new messages.

"You have got to be kidding me," she murmured to herself.

She pressed the play button and opened the refrigerator only to shut it again when she quickly realized there was nothing in there. She rolled her eyes at the idea of having to go to the grocery store but if planned to eat in the foreseeable future she would have to grin and bear it. Giving up she proceeded to grab a glass from the adjacent cabinet to fill with water from the dispenser.

"Hi, Sweetie," her first message started playing.

"Just wanted you to know that we are about to fly out. I'll try to call you as soon as I can. Love you."

"Love you too mom." Bella said

The answering machine beeped signaling for the next call "Bella, it's Alice, I'm planning our next shopping…" she grumbled "Oh, geez Alice, no more shopping."

She quickly started clicking though the rest of them, most were telemarketers, reminders of something or another, Alice again, wanting to know why she wasn't answering her cell phone either and then a few from Rose. She was about to hit the clear button when she heard a voice ringing through the apartment that she did not recognize.

"Isabella, you really should know better than to leave your cell phone at home. I'll see you soon, love." The smooth velvety male voice cut off and Bella heard the beep that signaled the answering machine was finally finished with it's calls.

When she finally pulled herself out of her stupor, she went to her hand bag and pulled out her pocket recorder. At first, she thought that maybe she was overreacting but the caller knew her by her full name and must have been in her apartment. How else would he have known about her phone? With trembling hands, she pressed record and replayed the message from the machine again. It gave her the chills as she heard the voice floating throughout the room and permeating her now goosed bumped body.

She quickly deleted the message from the answering machine, grabbed her bag and cell and headed towards the front door. She debated for a moment about grabbing some clothes but decided against it thinking it would take to long. She was fairly certain Alice and/or Rose would be able to handle that department. The fit wouldn't be a perfect match but she could make due under the circumstances.

Just as she was about to open the front door the house phone rang starting her. At first she was just going to ignore it but she looked down at the table by the door and saw from the caller ID it was Rose.

"Rose," Bella said curtly clearly wanting to leave as quick as possible.

"Well geez, what crawled up your ass?" Rose sniveled.

"Rose, I don't have a lot of time, I'm going to..." Click. Just as the phone went dead so did the lights in the apartment causing her to grab her chest and jump slightly.

"Shit!" Bella cursed.

She turned back around and locked the door and started digging around her bag for her cell. Completely obscuring her view of the presence silently stalking towards her from the shadows. She finally grabbed hold of her cell and was about to dial Rose when the phone lit up. She looked at for a moment and didn't recognize the number. Figuring it was Rose, she answered.

"Rose, listen I don't have time to explain, I'm on my way to your house right now."

"Hello Isabella," That voice again sent a new wave of shivers down her spine.

"Who the fuck is this?" Bella angrily demanded.

"YOU WILL NOT TALK TO ME THAT WAY!" The velvet voice exclaimed.

"I don't know you, I don't give a shit who you think you are. I..." Bella's voice caught in her throat as she looked up and saw a shadow looming by her bedroom door.

"Fuck!" she gasped.

She dropped everything from her hands and spun back around to open the door but her assailant was quicker then she was. He slammed the door shut with one hand as the other grabbed her and spun her around to face him. Bella reacted quickly and extended her fist-ted hand to punch him soundly in the face. She heard a satisfying crack and he grabbed his now throbbing and hopefully bleeding nose.

"SHIT!" He exclaimed.

Bella hurriedly opened the door and ran towards the stairs hoping it would lead her to safety. The whole floor was completely dark as she began to hastily descend the stairs. She heard the voice of her attacker screaming down at her causing her to speed up. As she reached the bottom floor she came off the last step, when one of the heels to her black pumps caught a groove and launched her harshly towards the ground.

"AGH.." She screamed as she placed her arms in front of her in a futile attempt to stop herself. Her head, however, caught the doorknob and she landed slumped against the wooden door. Whimpering she tentatively touched her head and felt the blood seeping on her hand. She tried to scramble up as she heard footsteps approaching her, but, the knot on her head from the door knob left her dizzy and off balance, she slumped heavily back to the ground in defeat.

"Who's there!" Bella called out shakily as a shadowy figure knelt beside her.

"Isabella, what am I going to do with you?" The voice breathed into her ear.

Bella jumped up and tried pulling on the door only to have two large hands slam on the door next to each side of her face. She yelped out in surprise and spun on the balls of her feet, the palm of her left hand met with the right side of the man's clothed cheek. Even with a mesh mask on his face, she could hear the resounding smack that echoed in the almost vacant stairwell.

Bella's small hand jolted out again but this time the man caught it in his much larger one.

"You really shouldn't have done that." He said in a menacing tone that started sending more shivers down her entire body. He pulled out a long liquid filled syringe and held Bella against the door. She suddenly felt exhausted, any fight she had left she knew she had to try to conserve. She then decided her last best hope was to try andreason with him.

"Please, what do you want from me? Just...you can have whatever you want, I won't tell anyone please! I'll give you…anything, just don't kill me!"

He looked down at her as she looked up pleadingly into his eyes. The only thing that the mask didn't conceal was his eyes. They were a deep emerald green like she had never seen before and he held her in a soul piercing gaze.

"Now Isabella, why is it that I really don't believe you? Hmm…I'm already getting whatever I want. You."

Bella took a sharp intake of breath as he plunged the syringe deeply into the base of her neck. Soon she started to sway and he picked her up in one graceful sweep, holding her close to his strong chest. She could hear what sounded like a car door open and closing after as she was gently placed on the seat with a blanket covering her. She heard the velvet voiced man ordering other people around and she could hear the others talking in response but she wasn't able to make everything they said out but the velvet laced voice was clear as ever.

"Make sure you erase every trace of us being there and be sure to pack up everything and bring it back to the house. Make it look as if she never existed," she whimpered at this thought and felt a warm caressing hand petting her hair as if to comfort her. She tried to shrug the hand off, however, the drug's effects were starting to take a stronger hold on her body. The last thing she heard before she fell into the dark abyss was, 'forgive me.'