*A/N: Hey everyone! Thought i'd try something different. No, this isn't a preface like in Twilight. It really is a chapter.

This story is a bit more mature and dark then my other two. Let me know if you like and tell me if I should continue

ENJOY

"Stop! James, Stop!"

I cried, lunging away from the dark shadow looming towards me.

"Bella, we both know you want this." He smirked, an evil glint in his black eyes.

"No. Don't touch me!"

He pinned me against the wall, his whole weight forcing my back into the cold, brick barricade.

I was unable to move.

I could feel the hot tears trickling down my face as he roughly forced my skirt up above my waist, assaulting my neck with his mouth.

I didn't want this, I was saving myself for the first guy I fell in love with.

I began to sob, knowing that crying at for help wasn't going to do much good.

He drew back, panting heavily admiring me and licking his lips. I took this has my chance to escape.

I put my hands on his waist, his eyes lighting up as I pretended to play along. He moved closer to me and as he placed his leg over mine, I lifted my knee and got him right in the groin.

Hard.

He fell to his knees, doubled over in pain and I took this as my chance to run.

"You little bitch!" He hollered from where he had fallen to the floor, "You can run princess, but you can't hide."

I continued sprinting down the dark alley, never stopping once to look back. As I made my way towards the light I flew past the dumpsters and onto the main street, however I wasn't paying attention to where my feet were carrying me and I tripped and fell to the ground. Afraid that he was following me I quickly got up and ran, not caring about the large gash on my arm that had formed from my nasty fall.

I could feel the tears streaming down my face as my vision began to blur.

I spotted the police station and ran towards the entrance, slowing slightly as I burst through and came to a stop in front of a desk I could only assume was the receptionist's.

"Oh my dear." cried an older woman with black wire rimmed glasses and thick, red hair harshly pulled back into a bun.

She took in my appearance, tattered and bloody shirt and ripped skirt and immediately rushed to my side with a worried expression.

"He's after me." I said quietly, panic in my eyes.

The realisation that I had only just escaped the fate of being his latest victim overwhelmed me and I began to feel lightheaded.

As I blacked out I faintly heard in the back of my mind the words James had called out to me.

"You can run princess, but you can't hide."

Again, told you it was different.

Hope you like.

Let me know if you do. Or don't.

Don't be afraid. I don't bite. Mostly

xx Lana