Hi, my name is Nasa, this is the first chapter of my new fanfiction. I hope you all like it! ( my grammar is not perfecto)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight as you probably guessed.

Your Perfect Hatred

"Grab the lady's arms, quick Michael," screamed a scruffy man who had a firm grip on my legs.

"It is not easy James; you didn't hit her hard enough. I don't think she is completely unconscious," a voice called out from behind me. I didn't pay too much attention to the voices; I was more focused on why the room was spinning and blurry.

I felt this James person release his grip on my legs and the next thing I felt was an impact on the back of my head and everything fading.

I had that taste in my mouth, the taste you get when you have slept for a long time or you haven't rinsed your mouth. I blinked furiously, the small room I was in was blurry but at least it wasn't spinning. I tried to move my arms but felt they were held together by some sort of rope.

I started to panic; the events were coming back to me. I was just sitting at home making dinner for Charlie when the door was slammed through with a large crash. I immediately thought it was just Charlie but then I saw the grimy faces of two men I had never seen before in my life. I tried to run away but tripped over the leg of the armchair in my haste.

I tried to scream for help but I realised there was something covering my mouth. I felt the rough fabric against my tongue. I tried to struggle out of the ropes holding my hands behind my back but I could feel the burns forming on my arm.

Whatever vehicle I was in was moving very quickly. I knew I was not very heavy, whenever there was a bump in the road I would fly upwards and hit my head on the roof.

My pathetic screams were muffled by the fabric at my mouth so I changed my tactic to bumping my head against the walls of the vehicle instead.

A voice appeared from the front of the vehicle, "Stop that! The Prince would not like if I bring him back broken goods!"

Many hours seemed to have gone by, I was out of tears. My face felt dry and my mouth was sore. Sobs racked my body but no one could hear them. I was so sure that I was being kidnapped. I worried about Charlie, since my mother passed, I was all he had. The poor man didn't even know how to cook for himself or even heat water.

Suddenly, I lurched forward as the vehicle stopped; I hit the back of my head against the walls of the vehicle. Unexpectedly, a bright light shone from the end of the vehicle as if a door was being opened. It brought tears to my eyes since it felt like ages since I had seen the sunlight. I gasped in the fresh air that poured through the crack of the vehicle.

I saw a grimy hand opening up the door and instead of letting me out, he climbed in. It was the one called James.

He looked at me with a smirk on his dirty face and grabbed my upper hand with his palm. He brought his face terrifyingly close to mine, I felt his too hot breath on my face as he said "Do not worry, little one, this will not hurt at all."

He stabbed a needle into my upper arm; I stared at him wide eyed before I started to feel drowsy again…

I woke up again; I was lying across the floor of what looked like a dungeon. The dungeon looked incredibly dull; they had used the same grey rounded bricks for the floor as well as the walls and ceiling. The room was incredibly large, bigger than my house.

I was relieved to find my arms were untied and the fabric had been removed from my mouth. I was alone which I was grateful for; I do not know what I would have done if I had to see that James character again, something about him seemed very sinister. It sent a nasty lingering shiver down my spine.

My whole body ached as I tried to stand up, my muscles protesting. I moved towards the large, brown wooden door. I hit it as hard as I could with my curled fist. I pulled on the handle; I pushed and screamed to no avail.

I turned with my back against the door and slid down slowly. The tears filled my eyes; I was so sure I looked like a mess. My hair matted to my face, my eyes red and my cheeks must have been puffy.

I roughly wiped the tears from my eyes to clear my vision and looked down; there I saw a small metal plate. It would have probably been used to give water to dogs; it was incredibly flat. It contained a small amount of water. Next to it, lying on the ground, there were some small pieces of bread.

I was so angry at my kidnappers, though my stomach groaned for some food and I wished for water to rinse my dried and sore mouth, I refused to drink or eat anything they provided me. They had made it very clear that they did not kidnap me to take care of me; besides, I had no idea what kind of toxins they could have emptied into the water.

I slipped back to the back corner and huddled into a ball; crying to myself.

My head snapped up when the large door objected to being opened.

In stepped a tall, handsome man. He looked nothing like my kidnappers. His face was clean and as he came closer, I smelt on him a very manly woodsy scent.

He crouched on his knees beside me; he didn't seem to be worried about dirtying what looked like extremely expensive clothes.

"She'll do," he snarled at me. I was so busy looking at the so called Prince with copper hair and deep green eyes that I didn't realise there was a small person at the door.

I looked back to the snarling man and sobbed out a quiet "who are you?"

He smiled humourlessly and replied "I am Prince Edward, and what is your name?"

"Is- Isabella," I cowered.

He nodded his head rigidly and briskly walked out of the room.

I let out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding. I was kidnapped, then presented to a beautiful stranger.

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