Warning: This story will contain mentions of non-con and abuse. Please do not continue if you are under 18 or easily triggered.

I don't own twilight.

Brushing his hands off on his pants, Edward watched his cousins drag the senator's body to the dumpster. They moved silently, one jumping up to pull the limp man up while the other pushed from below. Their black gloves blended in with the dark alley, only slightly illuminated by a street lamp nearby. They easily finished the job and just as the larger man jumped down, the blonde on the ground froze, motioning with his finger toward the back of the dumpster.

Still in the strange silence, they moved forward, three guns perfectly aimed, senses fully alert. Edward went to one side of the large purple container while the other two crept around the other. Knowing it was probably just an animal, Edward wasn't too concerned, but they needed to make sure there were no witnesses. The space between the wall and garbage was infinitesimal, and for a moment, he saw nothing. However, after his eyes adjusted slightly he narrowed his brows.

"Gotcha." His voice was deadly, and the outline of the small body shrunk down even further, shaking violently all the while. "Move backward slowly or I'll shoot your fucking brains out." He didn't bother warning against funny business, surely they weren't that stupid. A small whimper sounded, proving his suspicions the little figure was female. He couldn't make out any features on her, but her face was pointed directly at the barrel of his gun and the violent shivers persisted as she seemed frozen in place. An animal, cornered. He eyed the space again quickly, there was no way himself or either of his cousins would fit. "I won't ask again." He said while shifting suddenly so the gun was almost touching her face. She clamored back instinctually, landing right in the arms of the larger man. Shockingly, she remained silent as the crisp winter air, not moving after her initial startle. Edward hurried around the dumpster, taking in the image of the large man looking a bit confused as the tiny little girl he held gave up no struggle, eyes pinched tight shut as she lay limp. Moving slowly he walked forward, eyes flashing to the blonde who stood ramrod straight, not even glancing at the girl as his eyes roamed up and down the alley. Up close, the girl looked awful, blue tinged lips bitten all the way through, dirty, tear stained cheeks, unwashed long brown hair and a frame that could only be described as skeletal covered in a tattered pair of jeans and much too thin shirt. It would be so easy to kill her, reach over and snap her scrawny, shaking neck, but he careful refrained. He didn't hurt women, or children for that matter, for it seemed the girl lay somewhere in between.

"Let's go."

"You sure you don't wanna deal with this one here?" Asked the blonde one carefully.

"Don't question me, just get in the damn car." He responded, none the happier about the situation. They quickly loaded into the inconspicuous black Volvo, Edward driving while the blonde sat next to him and the large man took the back row with the shivering child.

Once they got going, all three men relaxed slightly, and with the exception of Edward stared at the girl.

"What's your name chit?" Asked the large one.

In the mirror Edward saw huge, terrified brown eyes open and stare, terrorized, at the men. He quickly turned his eyes back to the road.

"Well? Don't think those big eyes are gunna get you out of this. What's your damn name?" Snapped the blonde. She jumped and whimpered, eyes seeming to widen even more as she pushed herself hard into the far corner, knobby knees tucked tight to her chest.

"Can't you talk bitch?" Swore the large one, becoming impatient.

Finally, a small, raspy voice spoke, "I-I-" the sound of a slap cut off her stuttering.

"Answer me when I ask you a fucking question. For the love of god what is your name?"

"I-I-I" she seemed to fall apart, her shaking increasing and her head tucked into her knees as she sobbed. The large man made a sound suspiciously like a growl before looking up at Edward.

"Do we have any chloroform in here?" Spoke the bronze haired man, exasperated.

"Nope. I didn't realize I needed to stock for company today." Said the blonde, glaring slightly.

"Well don't blame me, it's your own damn fault for not checking the property first." The blonde scowled in response, looking back out the window. At least, he thought, the girl seemed to be a run away. Nobody to be missed. Utterly unimportant.

After several more minutes of silence, they finally pulled up to gate, where Edward leaned over, typing in a code before continuing through. Stopping in front of a rather obscure, oversized mansion, Edward turned to look at the girl again with an emotionless mask firmly in place. Reaching back, he pulled her chin up firmly to look at her face.

"Your name." His voice sent another shiver down her spine. It left no room for opposition, and she willed her mouth to move. With terrified eyes she looked up at the stone cold face, and flinched away from his piercing eyes.

"I-Isabella sir." Her voice shook horribly but she managed to get it out.

"I meant your surname." Her chin began to ache from the force of his fingers but she didn't dare try to pull away. Black spots flashed in front of her eyes and she struggled to stay conscious, trying to remember the last time she ate.

"Swan." She whispered quietly. Edward relaxed slightly, seeing the other to do so as well out of the corner of his eyes.

"And your mother, what is her maiden name?" The girl looked down, sniffing quietly.

"I don't have a mother." He narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Don't play these fucking games with me I'm really not in the mood."

"I-Im sorry I don't know, really I don't." She whimpered that pathetic sound once more. Edward nearly growled and turned to look at the other two for a moment.

"I'm taking her back to my place. Keep an eye on the media attention, I'm sure this'll be all over the news within hours." The larger one hesitated, looking at the child again.

"You sure you don't want some help?" Taking in his lewd face Edward sighed.

"Just get out of the damn car Royce. And James, see what you can find on this one." The blonde nodded and they both stepped out.

After making sure the doors were locked, Edward sent a warning glare at "Isabella" and drove off. He glanced back every few seconds, but she didn't move from the small ball she had curled herself into. He took a deep breath, calming down a bit more. At least the senator was taken care of, the little bastard had gone in over his head with the wrong people, and got what he deserved.

Glancing back he was struck once more by her tiny size, she appeared as though she hadn't eaten in weeks, and judging by how he found her, he wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't too far from the truth. "Are you hungry girl?" He tried to sound gentle but it came out a bit harsh and she jumped.

"N-no?" It came out like a question. He glanced at the rear view mirror to see her looking right at him, though she quickly averted her eyes.

"If you can be good Ill get you a burger." She looked terrorized.

"I- don't eat meat. I'm sorry." She added in that high, wavering voice. His eyes ran over the soft hair on her bony wrists that weren't covered by her flimsy shirt.

"It looks to me like you don't eat at all." She flinched for what seemed to be the millionth time. She didn't say anything for a moment and his ears picked up on a sniffle. When he looked again her head was back tucked into her knees. He sighed and took a sharp left turn. After five minutes of driving down an empty road, he finally stopped in front of a formidable gate. Isabella watched as he typed in the code like he had at the other house.

It seemed like her mind should be racing with thoughts, but all she could feel was a severe terror that along with the cold air wracked her body. So, she did her best to stay still and try not to focus on the pain.

The mansion was even larger than the previous one and Isabella couldn't help but think it looked horribly foreboding.

Pulling into an enormous garage filled with undoubtedly priceless cars Edward parked the Volvo and got out. When she saw he was coming to her door she quickly shrank away to the other side. He opened the door anyways and reached over, pulling her to himself by her left ankle. She whimpered and another sob escaped. Edward moved away slightly and nodded his head impatiently.

"Come on girl, get out of the damn car and walk." She sniffled and ever so slowly inched towards the edge of the car. Nearly rolling his eyes, Edward pushed her out and she stood for almost a second before a piercing scream left her mouth and her right leg seemed to give out as she fell to the floor in a soft pile. After a slightly surprised moment, Edward crouched down and pulled her chin up slightly. Her eyes were pinched tight shut as tears streamed down her face, running over the still forming bruise left by Royce. Somewhat carefully he lifted her up and laid her back on the seat of the Volvo. His hands moved to the zipper of her too loose pants and she screamed once again, kicking and shrieking and shoving to try to move him. He hardly felt her struggle, and continued. "Calm down kid, I'm just checking your leg." She seemed to not hear his words and rather fell back, staring hopelessly at the roof of the car with empty, glassy eyes. He tugged her jeans off and his eyes widened a bit in shock. There were bruises coating the insides of her thighs and the the bottom of her white cotton panties were stained a bright red. Suddenly he felt quite a bit of pity for the girl, a rarity compared to his usual coldness. She was a child really, a child who was obviously maltreated, and it wasn't going to get much better under his own care. Slowly he removed his suit coat and laid it over her thighs and torso. She lay silent, and if it hasn't been for her shivers every few seconds he would have thought her dead. "Just hold on a second Isabella, I'll be done quick." She shuddered sharply at this and he winced at his choice of words before looking back down at her right knee. The skin at the top of the knee almost touching the knee cap was a dark purple color and swollen to several times the size of the left knee. It wasn't a very common place for a fracture and he wondered what could have possibly caused it. For that matter, he wondered how the hell she had been living on the streets without the ability to walk. Grabbing a first aid kit out of the trunk he grabbed an ace wrap and brought it around and around and around the injured area before securing it. It wasn't much, but he couldn't do more until Carlisle had a look at it. Not looking at her face he gently scooped her up once more, still surprised by her light weight. Making sure his jacket was tucked around her he walked her up to the front door, which was then opened by a slim young man with a gun protruding from his belt. Edward acknowledged the man with a nod before moving past swiftly. Her head lolled back and he shifted her slightly to ease the strain on her neck.

Her muscles remained limp, her eyes closed, and expression free from her face. He carried her easily through several hallways lined with doors to the very back of the mansion. The man, who had been walking silently behind him, moved carefully as he unlocked and opened the heavy door. After casting a look of pity at the girl, he looked straight ahead while holding the door open.

The bronze haired man ignored him as he carried Isabella down the creaky stairs into the dark, damp room below. Walking to the corner of the room, Edward slowly lowered the girl onto the ground, his hand supporting her head. He stayed in his crouched position for a moment, watching the outline of her chest go up and down, though her breath sounded ragged. She had yet to open her eyes or even make a sound again, and he wondered if perhaps she really had fallen asleep. He moved to stand up but hesitated, looking down once more. The room was horrid, the cement floors dirty and stained red, the air black and the smell putrid. It was intimidating, and purposely so. It was one of the main locations where he kept and interrogated those who crossed him, usually with the help of a few cousins. It was a place for violence and cruelty, not for sick little girls.

Almost without his permission Edwards arms gently picked up the girl once more, she was still wrapped in his jacket, but he could feel her shivering from cold among other things. Her body remained limp but she let out a small whimper which alerted him to her consciousness. The young man sighed lightly before making his way back up the stairs. He passed the confused looking man and moved on to the main staircase where he continued to go up, and then to the left where his room lay. He paused in front of the door across from his own before juggling Isabella in one hand and grabbing a set of keys out of his back pocket and opening the heavy door. His eyes scanned over the light blue walls, large dresser and flower patterned bedding searching for anything out of place. Seemingly satisfied the bronze haired man continued in and placed the girl on the soft mattress in the center of the room. He hated to put her in that particular room but aside from his own room and the basement it was the only room in the house that required a key to go in or out. A key that only he held. He quickly pulled away his coat and moved his hands to unzip her jeans once more. Her jaw quivered and his ground. He quickly removed them, leaving her panties as he continued on to her shirt. She flinched violently when she felt his fingers pulling the fabric away and another small whimper escaped. The man's eyes widened once more as he watched several more inches of black and blue skin appear underneath the girl's shirt. He swore loudly and ripped her shirt in his effort to remove it, his eyes never leaving the large bruise. Isabella sobbed openly once more her trembling hands weakly pushing his shoulders in her attempt to get away.

"N-No no please no I'm sorry sir it h-hurts too much-" she stuttered out between sobs, her stumbling tone difficult to decipher.

"Hey, hey come on kid. I'm not going to hurt you, just hold still. I'm calling a doctor ok? You're alright Isabella." He found himself trying to comfort her as he dialed Carlisle's number quickly. He attempted to calm the girl while listening to the ring. He swore when he got voicemail and hung up, sending him a text to call him before he turned back to Isabella who shook horribly. His eyes stared at the dark bruises coating the girl in front of him. He had done far worse damage than that dozens of times, but that was with evenly matched men. Men who knew exactly what they were signing up for when they got into the business. Who knowingly crossed him despite fully comprehending the repercussions. But here this girl, this child truly, could only be described as innocent. She was hurt so horrible and it appeared she had been in such a state for quite some time. And the fear, the desperation and hopelessness in her eyes was heart wrenching. She was just so fucking helpless and for some reason he couldn't resist the temptation to help her. To comfort and provide for and heal her in any way he could. Maybe it was simply because she was so small and lying in Alice's bed but those large eyes seemed to trap him and he found himself stroking her hair while shushing her quietly.

She trembled under his hands and the pitiful sobs continued to wrack her body.

Running a hand through his hair in frustrating Edward tried to decide what to do. She needed a doctor, but he couldn't very well take her to the hospital and Carlisle wasn't answering his phone. Moving gently, he pulled a blanket over her and hesitated before turning to enter the en suite bathroom. He turned on the tub and dumped some of Alice's fruity shit in before returning to Isabella. She was in the same spot, though she had turned as though to see what he was doing. "I'm just running you a bath kid, is that okay? We don't need any of your wounds getting infected." Her sobs had quieted and though her breathing was still jerky and panicked he could see her eyelids drooping with exhaustion. "I know you're tired, but you need to get clean first. It'll make you feel better I promise." He continued to speak softly as he lifted her up once more and brought her into the bathroom, though his words seemed to have little affect

She sobbed as he removed the rest of her clothing. When it became clear she was not listening to him he remained silent as she begged and pleaded with him to not touch her. With his own sleeves rolled up Edward lowered her into the warm tub, trying to avoid the water as it sloshed from her struggling movements. Despite her clear exhaustion and pain she continued to fight his every movement, and he soon found himself as wet as herself. Reminding himself to be patient with the little chit, he continued to scrub her skin quickly, horrified to realize that nearly all of the dark spots were in fact bruises rather than dirt.

This went on for nearly twenty minutes, until he finally drained the water and held her under the shower spray to remove the remaining grime from her thin body. She leaned into him weakly, her eyelids drifting shut and her sobs softer.

"All done, cara. I'm all done." He cooed to her softly as he wrapped her in a large towel and carried her back to the bed. She only whimpered as he pulled the soft blankets over her, and by the time he stood back she had already drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Hello readers! I've been toying with this story for quite some time now. I actually wrote this chapter about 2 years ago, and more recently have been working on some new ones. I'm not crazy about a continuous plot. I tend to skip around, capturing scenes that have ruminated in my mind for a few days and skipping over the rest.

Let me know what directions you would like to see this story take. New ideas, however big or small, are always welcome.