Warning! This is rated R because it contains a rape!

Author notes: Ari is my RP character and this is the story of how she ended up in LA with Mick and Josef.

Rated R for safety

Disclaimer: If you recognize it then I don't own it. Ari is mine though, as well as Sienna. Any resemblance between them and any living, dead or fictional characters is purely coincidental! The other characters belong to their creators and owners. No copyright infringement intended in any way or form.

Comments are still the only food my muses accept so please... send any comments you have, good or bad.

This part was beta'd by Des, lot's of love to her.


"When I think back, it all seems to have begun on that fateful trip to Berlin when I was 18. Back then, I was the spitting image of the perfect daughter and the perfect student.

Some friends and I belonged to a special group in school, and that fall we went to Berlin together with teachers in order to meet groups of students from other countries and discuss our view on the European Union. Today, it sounds a bit boring but back then, it was very fun.

I'm not about to bore you with all the details of the trip -- I'm only going to tell you we had a lot of fun together. That was, until the night the German kids showed us "the town."

They took us to this disco, their name for it, that had three drinks included in the entrance fee. Now, like I mentioned earlier, I was the spitting image of the perfect daughter which meant that I had never had a drink before.

You know where this is going. I tasted one and liked it -- so I had another, and another, and another. It was all fun, we danced and laughed. Then... I started feeling strange... the rest of that night is either blurry or completely black to me.

At times, some word said in passing can trigger a memory from that night but otherwise, most of what I know is what my friends and the cops told me afterwards. My friends told me that I began acting out of character, going wild, dancing with a complete stranger.

Then suddenly -- I had disappeared.

They looked everywhere inside the club for me but couldn't find me. Finally, as they were leaving, they discovered the necklace I had worn. They told me they found it lying on the ground, battered, broken, and discarded.

It was then that they peered down the dark alley behind the club. That... that is where they found me, bloody and beaten, my clothes in shreds and tatters. Not knowing what else to do, the German kids called for an ambulance, and of course, the cops.

The next morning I woke up in a hospital bed. I was dazed, confused, and bleary-eyed, but ... surrounded by my friends, teachers and the cops.

Everyone asking how I was and what I remembered. Honestly, I remembered very little.

One of the officers told me that someone had slipped a drug into one of my drinks. From what the doctors found after their examination, this same guy managed to get me on my own, dragged me out to the alley and... raped me.

Repeatedly.

But, at least -- I tried to fight back. There were defensive wounds on my hands and arms.

Thankfully, out of all this, I only have a few hazy memories.
One of these memories has only recently surfaced. I am running, somehow I got away. I am bleeding and behind me the guy is walking, chasing me, knowing he will get to me in time. I stagger around, trying to run faster but I keep tripping -- feeling so dizzy, unable to see straight, everything is blurry.

From behind, I hear his voice calling to me.

"You can run but you cannot hide, doll. I will catch you and when I do, the fun'll begin. You like fun, don'cha, doll? Keep running, doll. It just makes it all that sweeter when I get you."

The word, "doll." used to trigger the memory and completely freak me out but these days I've slowly gotten used to it. I know he caught up with me but, my memory of that is thankfully mostly black. A few hazy images of the guy over me, of feeling pain lash through my body.

One thing I have never managed to remember is what his face looked like. That really disappointed the cops. They knew who did it but, since I couldn't point him out the guy never got caught

I had to stay in the hospital for a few days to make sure I had no serious injuries, then finally I was allowed to go home. But, nothing would ever be the same.

The perfect daughter and student was gone forever. In her place there was substituted was a moody and scared little teenager who was tired of life.

I had recurring nightmares -- although I could never remember anything from them when I woke up.

But that wasn't the end of my troubles. As I grew older I developed issues with being around men. When it got so bad I couldn't even let my dad touch me anymore, my parents sent me to therapy.

It was during this time that I found vampires and a new friend.

E transferred to our school just a week or two after the trip to Berlin and we immediately became friends. My new darkness and her own darkness fit together.

She was the one who introduced me to the works of Anne Rice. I was completely intrigued. My parents didn't exactly like the friendship, but they figured that as long as I was talking to someone I may be able to rise above my gloom.

I had thought about suicide many times that fall but -- I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't inflict pain on myself. That was easy, but I wanted more... and the desire for pain invaded my daydreams, all of which surrounded the wish that a vampire would come along, pierce my flesh, and take me away from the doldrums of life. My friendship with E and the therapy slowly brought me away from thoughts of suicide, yet I was still not even close to being back to who I had been.

That girl had died in that dirty alley in the middle of Germany.

Through all this I had almost completely stopped studying and come summer I just barely graduated.

Knowing I didn't have the strength to do anymore studying at that time I decided to take the year off. E and I moved into a small apartment, and I took a night shift job at the local 7'Eleven.

The year passed, and I started feeling better, which unfortunately meant that I started going back to the habits of the more well behaved girl I had been.

Having colored my hair black when all this started I now allowed it to go back to my naturally blonde color. The change also put a strain on my relationship with E for a while since she hadn't known me before all this.

At the end of the year I was well enough to decide I actually wanted to go back to school. I also decided that it was time to move out from the place E and I shared. Besides, E found a boyfriend and they wanted to move in together. This was good, because frankly, our friendship wouldn't survive us living together anymore.

So, that fall I moved out and enrolled at university to get my MBA and E's boyfriend moved in.

To this day, the only remnants from those days are my fascination with vampires, my occasional triggered memory and my friendship with E. These days she is one of a selected few who knows about what happened to me in Berlin and what has happened to me since."

End of part 1