OK just so you know this is totally M++++ to me because I'm not one for writing sex scenes and stuff but this just came to me and stuff so don't like don't read…this wasn't really for people's reading 'enjoyment'. This is a very solid AU where Riley wasn't really there, Rose didn't go on the treasure hunt but the reason why Riley did was because he was her boyfriend but she's still only fifteen, Abigail doesn't like Rose and Cibola never happened. Rose felt neglected by Ben so she decided to run into an alley where she meet's Ian Howe for the first time…while he rapes her. Disclaimer and finally Rose's POV:

Well, let's start from the beginning. Abigail Chase was the ugly step-mother. Only a few different things, Ben (my uncle, who once loved me) was in love with her, and she was actually going to be my aunt. I hated her, and she hated me. My boyfriend helped me realize that she wasn't that bad until you went back home and faced her. When Ben wasn't around she was a horrible, mean, person. And she was marrying my uncle. I'm reflecting on this as she walks down the isle to be married to Ben. I'm wearing a dress that cuts off an inch or so above my knees and the part that covers my breasts is solid black silk with a silver tiny broach just below my left breast over my heart. Between the two sections is a very ultra pale pink silk band that then goes into very light tan ruffles, along with in my hair to match the light tan I wore a tan flower with a plastic jewel in the middle with my hair in a tight bun, and my heels slick black, long dangly gold earrings, and a silver locket given to me by my dead mother. My clutch was pale pink to match the band on my dress, and I was crying with luckily no runny make up. Ben just back stabbed me; he was so kind before he met Abigail on that stupid treasure hunt. Coming to all my performances through dance completions, and school award ceremonies, helped me get through my mother's tragic death, but that all changed when Abigail came along. I was thrown away like a battered old dress with sentimental value that suddenly wasn't worth remembering or holding onto any longer. As they spoke vows I couldn't take it any longer. I got up and ran out the church doors, in tears and I heard gasps, but yet no one came. My grandfather would've, but Abigail refused to invite either of my grandparents, as she hated them too. I decided I'd try to go to granddad's house, but I wasn't sure which direction to high-heel-run in. I decided one way but that night. Oh, that night I learned how wrong I had been in my directional sense.

"Well, well my friends, what…do we have here?" I heard a cold sinister voice drip from across the street in the old rundown poor part of town I accidentally ran to. I gasp and back up a little as the blond man; flanked by two much bigger burlier men came towards me. "You, know little girls like you shouldn't be out this late much less run to…this part of town." He smirks. I begin to run but the one of the two big men come over to the place where I stood in two simple long strides grabbing me by my waist. He holds me up despite my attempts to kick and struggle to get away. I was terrified, and managed to stop my useless struggling. The blond man looks me up and down glaring at me in the process, "Ah, Rosalie Gates. I've heard much of you. Ben Gates' niece, right aren't I?" He smirks taking my chin into his meaty hand lifting my face slowly. How did he know who I was? Was he a…did he ever stalk me? "Yes, yes now I have the perfect way to get back on Benjamin Gates. You're going to do me such a great service, love." He spoke, his British accent sending chills down my spine. I didn't want to know what he was going to have me do; all I wanted was to be at my grandfather's. I was dragged into an alley way where I was shoved roughly against the wall and the blond man got much to close. "Now, Rosalie if you're a good girl I'll only have to do this once…or twice." He hissed into my ear and nodded looking approvingly over my body and my tight fitting attire. His body began to apply pressure against mine. I was teary eyed as he shoved his mouth onto mine, but I refused to let him do anything more, as I hated this enough. But when he bit my lower lip I couldn't help but gasp in surprise and he took this advantage by shoving his tongue down my throat. His finger slowly traveled across my bare shoulders (It was a sleeveless dress) and traveled to the zipper on the back of my dress where he slowly unzipped it and unhooked my bra. Everything went on so quickly…he grabbed my breasts and started caressing them, slowly but firmly squeezing them his fingers teasing my nipples. I slowly realized with remorse, horror, and shock what was going on.

"HELP! I'm BEING R-"

I was punched in the ribs and it felt as though my rib cage had shattered at the blow, and I fell to the ground with a harsh thud. One of the burly men held down my head so I couldn't get up. The raper leaned down next to my face whispering, "Now Rosalie. If you bite, yell, scream or try to run I'm going to have to beat you into oblivion. I'd hate to damage such a beautiful body." He said it as though scolding a child saying, 'No Rosalie, don't yank the doll out of her hands or you'll have to sit in the corner'. I shuddered slightly and he started to unzip his pants stripping all the way down past his boxers. I shut my eyes refusing to look at the member in front of me. "Get working." I heard his harsh voice demand. Tears glistened and glazed over my eyes raining slowly onto the dirt covered pavement below me. I couldn't…I wouldn't…I-

I felt a sudden sharp smack upside of my head and I forced my mouth gently on, slowly and reluctantly sucking on it, hearing him moan with pleasure combing his fingers through my coppery hair. "Come one Rosalie…get rough." He snapped.

I gasped taking my mouth off for air and I let a sob rip through my chest, though it was painful. I put my lips back against it and I began to suck a little harder until I gagged on horrid bodily fluid released into my mouth. I felt a harsh tug on my bun and he snapped darkly, "Swallow every drop."

I did as so sadly and as soon as he let me take my mouth back I collapsed to the ground sobbing. I felt so….

"Don't feel violated, love. You just violated me, so we'll be even." He chuckled bending down towards me. I gasped for air through my sobs. I began to throw a panic fit as I was lifted by one of the muscle-y men and thrown into a vehicle. Oh, no…where was this man taking me? It'd be difficult to make a situation much worse than this. As the two big men got in front and the blond one on the floor in back with me, he lifted me gently into his lap kissing me softly on my neck nibbling on my ear. "This can be fun if you want it to be." He whispered softly into my ear. FUN? There's no way this could ever be fun. If I was five years older, with a guy my age, then yes it COULD be. Again only if it was by my OWN WILL. "You can forget about Ben…I heard he's marrying…you don't like her do you?" He whispered, tasting my ear like it was dozen-dish-platter. I nodded grimly feeling sick to my stomach; this was all going by…so fast. It was so fast…

"Ben betrayed me, too, love. But us…together we could make him sorry for what he did." I shiver at these words. Ben may have betrayed me, but only in a small way and I still loved him. It's just he didn't love me. I shake my head in response to his proposal.

All of a sudden the car slows down, and I'm kicked out literally and on the ground my ribs and stomach are kicked and I'm punched around and finally my wrists are tied behind me quite tightly with rope. "Come, Rose welcome to my home." He grins sadistically, but I feel angered as he calls me 'Rose'. Only my friends call me that, along with Ben, and Riley (though Riley's much more than a friend). "Don't call me that." I rasp as I'm dragged inside the dirty…you can't even call it a house. The homes around this area were burned down half way, horribly kept, boarded up, shut down. All the people in this neighborhood convicts. The little people this neighborhood had.

Inside there were things everywhere, furniture tipped over candy wrappers, beer bottles and cans, and cigarette butts, but he dragged me past the 'living' area, and into…I swallowed my fear. The bedroom.

The bedroom wasn't much better kept than the rest of the house but the bed was clear for raping. He tossed my rag doll form on the bed and straddled my waist. I screamed for help, but screaming did me no good. "The only people that can hear you now, are all the other convicts wanting to come in for a three-some." He whispered, leaving kisses all around my face. He pulled my dress back down leaving my bra a lone this time, but he flipped me over so I lie on my stomach.

I gasp as I hear the soft sound of metal being unsheathed, knowing that a knife was the device in his hand. He ran it over my skin just enough so I wasn't being stabbed, but so I'd be cut and bleed. Though he licked away the blood and I shuddered as his tongue came in contact with my skin. Tearing away at my skin and tracing his cold hand from my lower back up to my neck made a shudder rip through my body again. But suddenly I was flipped back over violently and his hands tore away under my dress, sliding my panties down to my ankles and I cried out, as he thrust himself into me roughly grunting. "Stop! Please! Just stop and let me go!" I cry as he keeps thrusting harder and harder. "Moan my name…Ian." He whispers. I cry beginning to shake my head slightly at the idea but he slaps my face. "Scream it now!"

"Ian…" I moan quietly as he released inside of me. "Ian!" I yelled gasping. "Good." He removes himself, and zips his pants, turning to his friends. "Bring her back to Gates. Leave her on the door step, but make sure her dress is unzipped." He instructs and he takes the knife back in hand carefully, but legibly carving his name into my stomach. I gasp, at loss of blood. "Rose, be a good girl, and tell Ben exactly what happened. I do know where you live, go to school…what you'll be doing tomorrow, if you don't I'll just have to give you another story to tell." He sighs, picking up my limp body bridal style, throwing me in the car. So he was a stalker. But telling Ben…I couldn't. I would have to do my best to avoid telling him anything. At all costs.