Hopeless Run through Hell

Chapter 1: Bloodstained Sun

Chia, December 2010

A/N: So here is a new story, for a new book, a new couple, and a new sexual orientation, and new drama…Wowie, that's a lot of 'new'! ;) Well I have decided, that with all the drama going on with my life as of right now, I decided that I should write an incredibly angst filled story. This is also my first real attempt (as in published) at femslash and major mental breakdowns, so in theory I love healthy levels of criticism, but if you have read any one part of this and been anything other than: "Yippee! This looks (insert random swear word) like a story that I would totally (again) love to read!" then by all means read on… If you're thought process however follows the lines of, "EWWWWW GROSSSS Alice and Bella like together, now way Jose! Who would wanna read that? Stupid author for even publishing this! But hey, I'm gonna read it and just post mean and hurtful and gay bashing comments for the author to read and cry about..." Than no thanks, I don't need the hurtful remarks! Sorry for the rant! But this should stand true for all future reads please! It upsets the author when we expose ourselves and get nothing but hate in return. So anyways happy reading, exploring, and Bellice loving to you all! XOXO Gossip Girl…except it's not ;)

Disclaimer: This story belongs solely to Stephanie Mayer and her genius brain, that I somewhat disagree with. Thus this story has been brain birthed into existence… All characters except any created OC's are of her creation.

Running. That is all I know now, I have forced all other thoughts away. Trees speeding by, sweat pouring down my face at an impossible rate, heart pounding in my chest. I have been running for days now, having been set 'free' (if one can even call it that) for another 'chance' at survival against mutant creatures far superior to my meek human strength.

My only possession the gold plated book with a harrowed and sagging picture inside. My clothes are drenched but I have nowhere else to go. My head swivels left and right at a furious rate, my eyes wide with terror. Knowing that they are never far away, they loom around omnipresent waiting to strike.

I have an entire coven after me, red eyes leering at me. I shiver as my skin rises with fresh goose bumps and my disgustingly unwashed teeth chatter. Running it is all I know.

Somewhere in Washington state back to where it all began all those years ago. My converse clad feet slow, the shoes too mud covered to recognize the color, as I remember. Massacre. Blood everywhere. Trailing down the crack in my kitchen floor leaking into the massive pool by my mothers head…

NO! Stop this Bella, run. Forget. Everything. I clutch the relic tighter to my chest as my breathing slows from my heaving breaths, cold air wraps around me like a mother's cool embrace. Images so gruesome no one should have to have seen, cries for help so blood curdling that no one should remain alive.

But God, if there is one, shunned me, made me live, made me turn towards the light. But damn if that wasn't the stupidest move of my life. I trace the scar the curves viciously from my mangled right shoulder to my protruding left hip, and shiver.

How did I get into this mess? I ask myself over and over again. The book is piercing the skin just above my right breast, a drop of blood beads and falls onto the still wet, dewy ground making me cringe and cower.

How did I become so weak?

The face of James, Victoria, Jasmine, and Regon float over my memory. That's how. They're the reason.

My pace having slowed, comes to a standstill and I find myself wanting to stop, which I know will never again be possible. I am the one that got away, but not for long! They sneer, each time they catch me. The pale half crescent scars litter my upper thigh and torso, my already pale flesh made paler by superhuman abilities. Each one causing unbelievable pain and torment. Each one pure adrenaline and sadistic pleasure for them.

Bitches and Bastards.

Find pleasure in my pain, the invincible little human, defenseless and savory. I cling to my one possession as tears leak down my cheeks, my arms quiver from lack of food as I stand outside of where it all began. The top story destroyed from where my father tried to save his family, I can hear the laughs of pure joy emitting from the blood red lips of the red headed feline-esqe woman and the ringing of my father's police issue gun as it fires shot after shot at the intruders.

I can feel the pain of Jasmine's teeth sinking into my flesh as my body twitched and jerked, wanting to die. I collapse under the pressure of the memories as my body can no longer support my weight. I cry the tears that have been so neatly kept inside for the past six months as my body so broken and beaten fold upon itself and I lay in my front yard again waiting for death to come and fine me, because even the Grim Reaper's cool touch is better than the bloody hot hell that I am forced to suffer through. My eyes pressed over my torn and faded jean clad legs are bleeding tears that seem unending.

My mind wanders as I cry, dreaming of my family who valiantly attempted to slay the demonic creatures that are now plaguing my very existence. I am the mouse to their vampiric, blood thirsty, superhuman strong, fast, durable, and keen cat. But my mother's smiling face looms behind my eyes, telling me to fight, to live on. To be her baby girl for a little bit longer. Her face is whisked away by the cold harsh images of the sneering faces of her tormentors as they mock her over and over again.

"Filthy human, you are never going to be enough for this world? What do you have to offer, hmmm?" A harsh bull whip strikes my back and I flinch even at the memory, James smiles and Jasmine, his mate, wraps her arms around her and laughs with a blood lust glint in her eyes.

"Hon, she just smells ravenous, I could just orgasm from that smell alone!" They tormented me for days on end, only to release me and repeat the cycle when they saw fit.

Repeating over and over again to me how utterly stupid, ugly, worthless, and pointless my life was to the greater race of vampires, nothing but a speck. In the beginning I never truly believed it, but with time the mantra implanted, invaded, and infected my mind corrupting my thoughts and making me doubt myself.

BIG. MISTAKE.

Tears and blood mix on my cheek as it attempts, of its own accord, to melt into the rain soaked asphalt that I have claimed as my bed. I remember all the times I ran, all the times I failed and I ask my mother and father for forgiveness. But doubt that it will ever be bestowed. I will not allow it. As I begin to hyperventilate my mind coats into blackness, I imagine I hear my mother's soft and soothing voice as I remember it to be.

"Go to sleep now my sweet Bella, sleep well my lovely. I will see you when the sun shines once more." But that day will never come.

The darkness that I have not allowed myself to be embraced by until now, envelops me, welcoming me home. I fall into unconsciousness, clinging to the tattered and worn lone possession fearing the red eyes of my tormentors.

I let myself fade to black, knowing that another day of hell, of running, fear and terror, will soon arise with the blood stained sun. To run yet another race of this hopeless run through hell.