Authors Note -

Welcome to a story I hope you will ALL enjoy. First off let me just give you a bit of insight and let you all know a few things.

This isn't in anyway a sci-fi/fantasy fanfic. Everyone's human.

So I uploaded this story and the names of the characters were different, I did explain why I had changed the names but it seemed that most of you thought the story had nothing to do with Twilight.

That's not the case at all.

When I previously uploaded it, there was Skye as the main character and then Ashley, Natalie and Ivy. I hadn't introduced any other characters but I'll give you the rundown on how it was supposed to go, name wise.

Skye - Bella

Ashley - Rosalie

Ivy - Alice

Natalie - Jessica

The reason I renamed them is because I needed a few made up characters to round out my fanfic, and so I thought it would be easier to just rename them all, but I can see that's not the case.

Also I thought it'd be fun to see if you guys correctly guessed who was who, plus there was a few surprises coming up when it comes to couples but I guess it will all be obvious now.

I wouldn't really class this as spoilery but if you'd rather read a fanfic without knowing certain things, just scroll down and go ahead and get straight into it.

So this originally started off in my head as a story about a hostage situation, but after writing it out I decided to go in a different direction and branch it out into something else. Having that been said, there IS a hostage situation in the fanfic, but it's a little different to how I first imagined it.

Also it's set in England, which if you've read my other fanfic Broken, you'll realise is just because I myself, am from England so it's easier to write about what you know.

Now, with updating, I do have a few other stories on the go, and I am only sixteen (turning seventeen in a couple weeks, yay me) which means I'm still in education, so I never really know when I'm able to write.

But as of now, I am on holiday so I have loads of time to write, so expect frequent updates until around September, and then maybe twice every month? Faster if I'm feeling exceptionally inspired.

With all of that said, I bid you adieu and hope you enjoy this story.

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Chapter One: Evolution

I rummage through my few belongings, hoping that I'll miraculously find my phone charger the third time round of searching through the same things. It's my fourth this year and it's only March, but for some odd reason I have a tendency to break everything I touch.

That includes my laptop and its charger, my hairdryer, the toaster, my iPod, the bathroom sink, and that's only just this month.

Although in my defense, the bathroom sink had to be a fluke. I'm not exactly the strongest girl around, so how was I supposed to know that handwashing my t-shirt would knock it off the wall?

I wipe the sweat off my forehead and pick up my phone to check how much battery life I have left; six percent and it's not even eight o'clock. There's no way it would even survive the next hour, which meant I'd have to listen to the constant arguing from the neighbours throughout the night, as I now had no source of music.

Why hadn't I replaced my iPod yet? Oh yeah, because there was no laptop to charge it anyway.

Well done Bella.

"Rose, can I borrow your charger?!" I shout down the attic stairs, hoping she's in a good enough mood to say yes. I hold my breath waiting for her answer.

I decide there and then that if she says no, I'd wait for her to fall asleep and then steal it.

Hey, a girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do.

"Rosalie!?" I shout louder when there's no response.

I wait a few seconds longer before I hear her shout back at me. "Yours is down here, why do you need mine?"

Thank the lord, I mutter to no-one but myself. I get up off my knees and dust down my jeans before running down the stairs to her room. With the sound the steps are making, I wouldn't be surprised if they were next on my list.

I miss the last two stairs and jump straight onto the landing, regretting it as soon as the pain hits my ankle.

"Nope, it seems my ankle was next." I tell myself as I limp into Rosalies room and throw my weight onto the edge of her bed.

She's lying down on her back with her phone directly in the air above her face, her position is practically asking for a 'phone falls onto nose' accident.

I don't get offended that she doesn't bother asking if I'm okay, because everyone knows in my family, that you should never try and get Rose's attention when she's on the phone. Hell, you shouldn't ever, try and pull anyone away from their phone when it comes to my family.

"It's over there plugged in, you charged it in here last night." Her mouth is the only thing moving, well that and her fingers.

"Wow, you could've told me that twenty chipped nails ago."

"You bite your nails and I swear you only have ten." She retorts back, refusing to take her eyes from her phone screen.

"Well it's a figure of speech."

"Since when?"

"Since I made it one." I push her wandering feet away from my lap and crawl towards my charger.

I can't help but notice just how dangerously close it looks to giving up on me. I silently pray for it to last me throughout the night and promise myself that I'd be buying a proper one tomorrow, instead of a cheap knock-off from the markets.

"Girls! Get downstairs and eat before your food gets cold. Oh and someone wake up Alice." Jessica shouts throughout the house.

"Bagsy not me." I say quickly as Rose turns to give me a look of annoyance. "Wow, so there is a life outside of your phone?" I ask with shocked eyes.

She laughs before getting up to leave the room, I wait around a few seconds, checking my emails and replying to tweets. I get caught up in it and after God knows how long, Jessica is ripping my phone from my hands and turning it off in front of me.

"Your food's gone cold now, your cyber friends could have waited."

I look up at her face and realise just how much she's changed from a few months ago. Her long brown hair is piled on top of her head in what I could only describe, as a half pony, half bun style that no-one should ever do outside of their own home. Her stare looks weak and the bags under her eyes are visible now more than ever. She looks as if the weight of the world is on her shoulders, and I can't help but feel sorry for her.

When Dad passed and Mom got sick, Jess was left with all of the responsibilities, which means it was down to her to look after all of us. But I'm twenty one now, and even though in her eyes I may still be her kid sister, I'm an adult and I can take care of myself.

At least I like to think I can.

"Oh God, I've turned into Rose!" My words are intended for humour purposes but Jess doesn't find them funny, as her face becomes even more serious than before.

"I worry about you, you know. You're not eating, you hardly leave that attic of yours. I never see you with your friends."

Her worried words confirm my thoughts.

"I'm fine, and technically this is my holiday, I don't want to see my friends, I saw them everyday at uni. And I'll see them again, everyday, in three weeks time."

She nods before throwing my phone back at me and gives me a half smirk, half smile before leaving the room. As she gets to the door, she looks back at me as if to say something more, but thinks against it as she walks out.

I turn my phone back on and leave it to charge, heading for the bathroom once my bladder decides it can't wait any longer. I'm washing my hands when I hear a commotion downstairs, I chalk it upto Alice and Rose arguing and take my time in getting out of the bathroom.

Arguments of any kind were never my thing. It doesn't matter if it's strangers or family, it always sent a funny feeling to my stomach. It put me on edge, it made me feel uneasy.

I assume it's the whole 'not knowing what might happen next' thing that sets me off balance. I'm not one for the unexpected, I like being prepared at all times.

But that doesn't mean I haven't ever argued with anyone, it just takes a lot for me to get worked up because unlike some, I don't believe arguing gets you anywhere.

I'm at the top of the stairs when I realise something's off. You know that feeling you get when someone's watching you, or that feeling when you know something bad is going to happen, so you don't walk down the abandoned alleyway at two am in the morning?

That feeling engulfs me as I wait at the top of the stairs for one of my sisters to laugh, or say something that would ease my worries. My instincts tell me to stay as quiet as I can be, until I'm sure everything is okay.

There's pure silence throughout the house for what feels like hours, before the loud cries kick in. I hear a man in a low voice tell them all to 'shut the fuck up' and survival mode hits me like a ton of bricks.

Everything is definitely not okay.

I don't know if it's adrenaline, or panic, or even a bit of both, but I don't waste another second as I tip-toe back to Rose's room to find my phone. My breathing has become heavy and I'm sweating from every pore but I don't let that affect me.

Surprisingly I'm focused and ready to take charge. Two things I never thought I'd be capable of in a situation like this. But who ever imagines they'd be in a situation like this?

I reach for my phone, looking at it as my saviour, but before I can get a hold of it someone pulls on my bad ankle, sending me crashing to the ground.

The air is sucked right out of my lungs as I land chest first onto the floor. My level headed thoughts fly out the window and for the first time ever, pure fear hits me.

It's not something that I can so easily explain to you because there's no words for it, they would not do it justice. I can't tell you what was running through my mind, or how I was feeling because honestly, I don't even know myself. You won't know the feeling until you're in the same situation and God forbid you ever are.

Sometimes, when watching horror movies, you see a fight between the attacker and the victim (who most of the time is a girl) and you find yourself shouting at the TV. You find yourself getting angry at how pathetic the girl is being.

Why isn't she hitting him where it hurts? Why is she flailing her arms about? Why is she crawling instead of running? Why is she screaming when no-one can hear her? Why doesn't she see the rock that she ends up tripping over?

The truth is, she's scared, she's scared for her fucking life and she doesn't know what to do.

Most people think they're capable of fighting off an attacker. You argue that you know self defence, you know to kick him in the balls, or to pull on her hair and scratch.

But when you're being attacked the only thing that's going through your mind is panic.

Panic is a strong emotion and if you let it overtake you at a time like this, it'll be the reason you end up six feet under or worse.

So the next time you're watching a movie and you see someone being attacked and you think their reaction is far fetched or unrealistic. Put yourself in their shoes, just try and imagine for one second that you're life is in danger and there's no visible way out of what's happening.

How would you react?

I've never had any type of self defence lessons, or any kind of lessons to do with fighting at all, but something overtook me in those few moments. I knew I wasn't going down without a fight.

I push myself up off the floor as if I'm doing a press up and use all of my strength to try and kick at him, wishing that I had kept my converse on, knowing they would have given my kicks more affect.

He grabs at my feet before they connect with his face and I thrash my body around on the floor, trying to find anything to hold onto as he pulls me down towards him, resulting in me getting carpet burn and my t-shirt riding up. Both of which are the least of my worries right now.

He flips me over so that I'm on my back and I come face to face with him as he pulls my legs apart and settles himself between them.

I kick my legs out trying to scramble away from him but his hands grab onto my waist and pull me back down. His lower body is pressed into mine and I can feel his erection through my jeans as he grinds himself against me.

Panic threatens to reappear as I realise this is more than just an attack. He uses one hand to cup my chin and squeeze my cheeks, while trying to use the other to catch my wrists.

I claw at his brown eyes while wishing I had long nails like my sisters, instead of the chewed up ones I do have. I push at his shoulders, trying to unbalance him but he's too strong.

"I like it when they fight. Makes it all the more satisfying."

His voice is nasally and in other circumstances I wouldn't have found it petrifying, but I do. He rips open my plaid shirt and bends his head to kiss my stomach. I squirm under him feeling violated in more ways than one.

I use this time to make sure I've had a good look at him, I've watched enough police shows to know that being able to identify your attacker is a step closer to catching him.

He's got dark hair, a beard and one of his ears is pierced, the left ear. A tattoo on the right side of his neck, chinese writing. No scars.

I try to bring up my knees from around him but he's too heavy on my stomach and they don't go past my waist. He swears at me and threatens me all in one, but I ignore him.

Focusing on getting away from him, I use my flailing hands to try and find something to use against him.

My hand instinctly reaches for my charger wire and I rip it out of its socket and wrap it around his neck and pull as tightly as I can. Thankfully I don't have to see his reaction as his face is currently inbetween my cleavage, but he's probably too busy trying to pull down my jeans to realise that he's even being choked.

It all happens too fast to even comprehend but once realisation kicks in he pulls at the wire, trying to lift his head from my chest and regain his breath, but I pull tighter and open my knees wider so that I'm not hit by his thrashing legs. I feel his body going limp above me, so I pull my knees up and knee him in the balls.

He tries to groan but it comes out choked because of the lack of oxygen he's getting.

I know I'm killing him, but all I can think of, is if I don't kill him, he'll hurt me or my family.

Was it alright to kill him, if the end justified the means?

My inner debate is pointless as he falls on top of me, still as a statue. I push him off me and crawl around the floor in search of my phone, trying my best to avoid his dead body.

I pick it up and all the hope I had is crushed as I take in, the now damaged phone. The screen is cracked, it's bent out of shape and it doesn't seem to be turning on.

I look at his lifeless body on the ground. I spot my charger still wrapped around his neck and realise just how much of a trooper it is. It's outlasted my phone, and saved my life.

I look out towards the window and watch as the sun sets, I move my gaze to the ground outside and contemplate on whether I'd survive the climb, or fall to my death. Which would mean all of this would have been for nothing and my family would still be in danger.

My brain tries to sort through the mess but everything just blurs together into one frenzy, so instead I decide to just take action. Standing here thinking about the situation is not going to help me at all. I need a phone.

I go to Rosalies door and check the hallway, there should be a phone in Alices room but that's on the other side of the hallway and I'd have to pass the stairs to get there.

One thing I regret is not checking to see if there was more than one man earlier. It was only one voice I heard but that was nothing like my attackers voice, so I know there were at least two men to begin with.

I take my chances as I realise there's not much else I can do anyway, and walk as slow as a tortoise towards her room, making sure not to step on any of the loose floorboards.

Opening the door would prove tricky because of the noise, but once I was inside I could barricade the door so that no-one could get in.

I'm seconds away from opening the door handle when a hand clasps onto my mouth. I taste tissue as my throat begins to burn and I see black spots infront of me. I try to elbow who ever it is behind me but he's too strong. Way stronger than my other attacker.

My body goes limp against him as I lose feeling in both my arms and legs and I find myself leaning into him, so that I don't go crashing to the floor.

"Shh. You're ok." He whispers into my ear, while smoothing out my hair.

Before I have a chance to wonder why my second attacker is telling me I'm ok, everything goes black.

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Authors Note:

Your thoughts on it so far, like it/hate it?

Crazy Fact - I actually broke my bathroom sink.

Question - Why have I named this chapter Evolution?