Your Worst Fears Come To Life

Summary: 'Hush little baby, don't say word. Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird...' The voice was like honey mixed with blood - so sweet, yet so deadly... The Cullens come home from school one day, only to be knocked out and wake up chained to a wall. And in dark rooms, they each have to face their worst fears...

Disclaimer: I do not own any Twilight characters, or the character I have made up myself (he's actually based off a real person). If I owned them, I would keep them locked in my basement so they woudln't escape... I'm only kidding. But seriously, I don't own them, just the plot.

Rating: T- for angst, horror and touture with a bit of romance... maybe sexual themes... and a bit of supernatural.

Prologue
Phobophobia - Fear of Phobias

"School, oh why do we have to go?" The whiny voice of Alice Cullen filled her brother's Volvo. She was pouting and puting on her famous blue-eyed puppy face, looking at her boyfriend sadly through the review mirror. His honey gaze looked up at her, before he sighed and looked away. Alice, feeling defeated, leaned back into the passanger seat and crossed her arms, giving a faint huff.

"Yes," Edward said, turning into the carpark. "Alice, seriously, you love school. Why are you getting so moody about it?" He turned to look at his adopted sister, green eyes exaiming her.

She sighed and shrugged her small shoulders. "I dunno really. I just feel... something bad about this school." Alice bit her lip, looking out the window as the pulled into a spot. The Cullens got out of the car, stretching their muscles since they lived quite a bit away from the school.

Rosalie sniffed. "It's too wet here," she whined, brushing the invisble dust off of her blue halter top. "I really don't know why we had to move to Forks, of all places!"

Emmett sighed, wrapping one big arm around her bare shoulders. "Rose, chill would ya'? It's just a school, ya' know. And Alice is just being overactional... Ow!" The large man rubbed his leg, glaring at the small girl who had just kicked him.

Jasper sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. "You guys really need to stop drawing attention," he murmured, his voice as quiet and as relaxing as always.

The group looked around, seeing many pairs of eyes looking at them. "Well," Edward started, scratching at his bronze coloured hair. "This sucks.

It was lunch time, a time where the adopted family can finally meet up again after a long half-day. They sat down at a vacant table, all sighing at the same time - a sibling thing. Except one person was missing... Alice.

"Oh Jas, where's your girl?" Emmett asked, digging his fork into the pasta that was set on his tray, taking a big glob of Mac&Cheese into his mouth.

Jasper shrugged his shoulders. "Really? I don't know. Last time I saw her was in Maths, and that was second period. She could be anyway - heck, she could have easily made friends already."

It was true, Alice was the type of person that everyone could get attatched to easily. The other four would normally stay away, since they have been known as the 'oucasts' from many schools. It wasn't their fault that they were adopted and in love with each other.

"Guys! Guys!" Alice's shrill voice could be heard from the other side of the cafeteria. She was easy to see, running at a fast speed with another student in tow. "Guys! This is Brian! Brian, this is my family - Rose, Emmett, Edward and my boyfriend, Jasper."

The new student smiled, thin lips rising up, His cheek bones were set quite high on is tanned face, chocolate brown eyes gleaming with something that the family couldn't but their finger on. His black hair was spiked up, bits of brown running through the strands. His arms were covered in tattooes - manly monster ones, which were purple - and a nose ring was slung through the left side of his nose. He was a very good looking guy - for a tattooed punk.

He raised one hand meekly, gave a sheepish, "Hi." Everyone nodded to him, and the two new friends sat down, Alice immediatly sitting on Jaspers lap.

"So, how you guys liking Forks so far?" Brian asked, digging into his own Mac, cringing in disgust as a green piece of pasta fell of the spork.

Rosalie groaned and started to rant, making Edward bang his head against the table multiple times. The family laughed, the newbie adding in his own smooth chuckles.

Edward looked up, feeling someone staring at him. He looked around, green eyes combing the group of friends, until his eyes gazed into a pair of cocoa coloured eyes. The girl was pretty, and quite pale, brown hair waving down her back. Her lips were parted in thought as she looked at him, full and pink. Embarssed, Edward looked away. "Who's that?" he asked Brian, pointing at the pretty girl who went back to picking at her apple.

The boy's smile disappeared as he saw who the bronze haired boy was pointing to. "Dude, I'll say this once, and once only." He lowered his voice, so everyone had to lean in to here him. "Never talk to her. Never sit next to her. And never ever look at her straight in the eye."

Emmett blinked, leaning back. "Why not?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Just 'cause she's a loner, dosen't mean we shouldn't hang out with her."

Brian shook his head. "Uh, no. You don't get it... Look, I heard that she once hung out with a newbie boy... next day, he was found, half his face eaten off with what looked like... cat bites." The tanned boy cringed back, everyone else scrunching up their faces too.

Edward looked down at his lunch, sighing. Well, too late for that.

The door bell rang, making Alice look up from her magazine. She waltzed over to the door, opening the piece of oak to reveal a bright, dark face. His black hair hung down in a shaggy way, his skin a russet brown. He was quite lanky, and very tall. He was also carrying a tray of what smelt like chocolate chip cookies.

"Hi," he said akwardly. "Um, I live next door... well, not really next door. I live on a reserve, which is pretty close to these parts of the forest. My Dad heard some people were moving into this house, so my sister made me come over here with some cookies she made. Here," he handed the tray to the blue eyed girl. "I'm Jacob."

Alice smiled. "I'm Alice. Come in!" She skipped off, letting the tall boy to let himself in. He saw a tall blonde, who introduced himself as Jasper, Alice's boyfriend.

Soon, everyone knew Jacob, and they were all sitting in the lounge room. Carlisle and Esme where out for the night, having a night out with some new friends they , the new friends were having a... discussion.

"Dude, why would you name you're daughter 'Stacy'? I mean, it sounds like an old lady's name!" Jacob snorted, making Rose huff in annoyence.

"Please, if I named her Stacy, I would be Stacy's mom. And I would havin it going on." She grinned, curling a bit on blonde hair around her face.

The doorbell rang for the second time tonight, and Jasper sighed, getting up. "Sure guys, don't strain yourselves. I'll answer it." Everyone laughed, and he shook his head, opening the door. "Oh, hey Brian... wait, how did you know where we live?"

Brian smirked, lifting the baseball bat he was holding. "I may so I'm sorry now, but later on... I won't be." And with that, the tattooed boy struck Jasper in the head with the wooden stick, making a satisfying 'crack'.

The blonde boy groaned, eyes rolling into his head as he fell back. "Jas, what's going on?" Alice asked, coming around the corner. Then, she emmited a gasp. "What the-"

Everyone else had joined her by now, and the cried out as Brian ditched a black ball into the house, slamming the door closed in their faces.

"What is it?" Alice asked, kneeling down next to Jasper and pulling his head into her lap.

Edward poked it, before jumping back. "A smoke bomb!" He cried as purple smoke started to drift from the metal ball. It reached the bronze haired man first, and he coughed, before falling back onto the ground. Alice followed, falling next to her boyfriend. Emmett and Jacob fell soon after, Rosalie the last one to land on the ground.

Outside, two people's dark chuckles filled the air as the Cullen's door opened, letting the figures inside the dark house. They collected the passed out bodies, and chucked them into the back of a large 4-wheeler car. "You sure about his girl?" Brian asked, turning the key, making the car rumble to life.

Full pink lips turned up into a smirk, cocoa eyes gleaming. "When am I ever not sure Bri?"

AN: Yeah, it's kinda crappy, and I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes. But the next one is better, I promise you that! So, if you like, please do review, cause I hate it when people read, but never review. Please, leave anything! A smily face, a comment... heck! Even something bad about the story! Just... something please? Oh, and the 'Stacy's Mom' bit is actually a song, where someone is in love with Stacy's Mom. I thought it would be funny to put in there, since my friend and I always talk about it. Annnd, on my profile - for story links - I'll put a picture of Brian. Anyway, hope you all liked!
T xx