Disclaimer: Twilight and New Moon are the courtesey of Stephanie Meyer- I just steal her stuff and use it for my own twisted enjoyment.

Illusions

Chapter 1

Suddenly it all became clear in that one moment. I knew that what I was doing was dangerous, impulsive—to use his words, stupid and reckless. But I felt sucked in by those men, as though there was some force outside of myself that was drawing me closer. I couldn't explain it.

But then, in that split second in which I heard his incredible belltone voice chastising me, I knew exactly why I was doing what I was doing. The voice made me hungry for more, and I surged forward, to find it accosting my senses with a renewed vigor.

So even though I was able to walk away, to safely shelve the voice and continue with my night, I certainely hadn't forgotten how incredible it felt to hear it, and just what the circumstances were that led to hearing it.

I had discovered a new drug—one that I could have whenever I wanted, even if getting it was to put myself in harms way. As far as I was concerned, the ends were worth the means.

So in the weeks that passed after that night, I began to search for new ways to hear his voice. I knew it was stupid, and a small part of me wanted to stop, run home to my father, and beg him to forgive me for being so careless.

The larger part of me wanted to spur on the voice- the illusion, or delusion. The larger part of me wondered how far I could push the voice, and if it would ever become more than just a tone in my ears.

So that's what brought me here tonight. Under the ruse of being out with Angela, I drove miles away from home to this darker portion of Port Angeles, in the hopes of encountering not just my 'real' attackers, but also that velvet noise that somehow made me not care about whatever harm may come to me.

I pulled up to the side of the road and climbed out of the cab of my oversized truck. Errantly, I wondered why I never heard his voice when I was driving it, since he always seemed to think it was a death trap. The thought made me grin, meekly, and with chagrin. I tapped the hood of my truck as a sign of solidarity, it may be an inanimate object, but I swear, it has feelings.

I steeled myself with a deep breath and began to tredge forward toward the darkest of the alleyways. I didn't know exactly what I would find, or if I would find anything. But for some reason, tonight I was confident. I just knew that the danger, and my fix, would be coming my way. I hoped for it.

As I rounded a dark corner into an unlit street, I felt a little wary. It was the first time I considered that maybe this was just a little bit too extreme.

But I had come too far. I was too close, I could feel it. I needed to hear him.

So I continued on into the darkness, and it wasn't long before I saw someone pass in the distance, followed by several others. Taking a deep breath, I marched in their direction. The sounds of their roars of laughter became louder and clearer, and I knew instantly that this is what I had come for. I couldn't tear those voices from my mind if I tried.

"Bella, stop this, now." I felt a thrill run up my spine as the voice echoed clearly in my ears. My hands began to shake, as though the rush had awakened my deadened nerves. With a small smile, I continued to walk forward to where the group of men had congregated. They had yet to notice me.

"You promised, nothing stupid. Bella, stop." For an instant I felt bad for my betrayal of the promise, but that instant was brief. I knew that he had broken his promise first. It was only fair.

"Please Bella, turn around. Run." The voice momentarily turned from the angry tone I was used to, to a pleading one. It caught me briefly offguard, and I missed a step, fumbling loudly for my footing. As I righted myself, I realized that the men just a few yards away were now aware of me. I was struck with the overwhelming desire to leave. I'd received what I came here for; there was no reason to stay.

I began to backtrack.

"Run, Bella!" the voice cried loudly in my ears, and I heeded the warning.

But it was too late.

I felt hands come around my arms and yank me backwards, while another hand cupped my mouth. I could smell the strong scent of alcohol on the fingers, and resisted the urge to gag. My body was flung backward until I made contact with a hard body. I fought uselessly. My assailant was massive.

The man who held my mouth rounded us, stepping in place directly in front of me, while the man behind me held tightly to my arms, digging his fingers into me in a way that was sure to leave bruises.

"Well, what to we have here?" questioned the man in front of me. He leaned down closely to my face, intimidating at best, terrifying and preditorial at worst. The scent of alcohol on his hands was nothing compared to his breath, it reeked with beer and host of other liquors. He slurred his words, but this loss of mental capacity hadn't impacted his strength in the least. He pushed against me, pushing me harder against the man behind, effectively trapping me in a vice created by their bodies.

"What're you doing, man? I know you recognize her, we should leave her alone," came a voice from beside us. I wanted to look and see who it was, but my face was held in place by the man who still had me muzzled.

"Look around, dude, there's no one else here," he sneered at the other man. He turned his head slowly back to me, bearing his teeth as though he were an animal. "No one will ever know."

His threat sent a twinge of unadulterated fear through me. I could no longer hear Edward's voice. There was nothing that I could gain by being here with these men. This was a mistake.

"He could be coming. I don't trust her," came the voice from beside us. I silently thanked him for voicing that fear, though I knew perfectly well that I would have no protector tonight. I was alone.

The man in front of me jerked his head angrily to the side and yelled, "Shut the fuck up, Gates!" In his anger, he let go of my face. I screamed, loud and hard as I could before being rapidly turned and crushed into a brick wall, the man behind me holding me against it with much of his bodyweight. My head had made contact with it. I instantly regretted my decision to scream.

"Let's go guys, now!" came a voice that I hadn't heard yet. I was eased in that moment, assuming that my scream had alerted some passers-by, and the men would leave me alone.

I was wrong.

The man behind me yanked me back from the wall and held me tight to himself, nearly lifting me off my feet as the group of men swiftly raced from the street, dragging me along with them. I barely had time consider my escape before hearing a loud creaking, followed by a light being flicked on.

In that instant, I was thrown to the ground, but rather than the cold pavement I had expected, I was met with an even colder concrete floor. My wrist throbbed from the way I landed on it, and I briefly inspected the wound. It wasn't broken, though I was sure, as I tried to move it, that I had acquired a nasty sprain. I looked up as I heard the same creak from before, and saw a large, rusted metal door closing us off to the outdoors. I looked around at the warehouse we had entered. There were a few boxes around, nothing of any consequence.

The most notable thing was the lack of windows to the outdoors. No one would see what happened in here.

"Beg." The voice hit me like a ton of bricks, and I silently, selfishly cursed it for drawing me to this situation. I looked around maniacally for an escape, and found none, just the four men leering at me.

"Please let me go," I begged, obediantly. My voice was a stranger to me. I had sounded dead, cold for the past many months. Suddenly the tone was laced with obvious fear. I wished I could have that other non-emotive sound back.

My request was followed by jeers and cackles from the four men looking down at where I sat in a heap on the floor. I considered another option.

"He's coming, you know. I told him I'd be here, he'll come looking for me." This caught their attention. I hoped it would be enough. The man who had held my mouth moved forward a little, I took him to be their leader. While the other men seemed tense in light of my lie, he was cocky and reassured as ever.

"He'll never find you, little girl." His voice was as cold as I'd ever heard it. In that moment, I considered that I would have even preferred James to this man. James had at least concocted the persona of a decent person. This man reeked of evil. He jerked forward and I fell back, trying to scramble further from him, but was met with a sharp pain in my wrist. I wound up on my back.

"Look, she's practically begging for us," came the man's voice again. The rest of his crew chuckled in the background, but their voices were less assured, as though they were nervous that my threat was reality. I fought to sit up, but it wasn't another moment before I was pushed backward again, and held down by the leader. He straddled my waist and held my wrists over my head, digging my sprained wrist painfully into the concrete floor.

He leaned close to my face and tried to kiss my mouth. I whipped my head to the left. They wouldn't have that strand of my dignity. I would do whatever necessary to keep it from them.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I attempted, struggling beneath his weight. My attempts were fruitless, and I flushed when I heard him chuckle above me.

"That's precious," he said. He shifted so that both of my hands were encased in one of his large ones, and with his free right hand, he stroked my face. I jerked away from it, causing my whole body to shift. I was disgusted as he ground his hardened member into me, taking advantage of the movement. He moaned loudly.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, "she wants it bad."

I felt bile rise in my throat. I felt totally helpless. The voice hadn't returned. There was nothing here for me to gain.

Instead, I focused on being perfectly still. I would not allow him to make those remarks at my expense again. If they were going to take it, they could have it, but I would not participate, even if only imagined.

I shut my eyes tightly, and felt several more hands make their way onto my body. I tried to shut it all out, to focus on Edward, and Edward alone. Perhaps I could delude myself into thinking the hands that were currently grinding painfully into my breasts belonged to him. Perhaps I could convince myself that the hardness against my pants-covered core, and the hands prying my legs apart belonged to Edward.

I heard another moan. This definitely wasn't Edward.

I smelled the alcohol as he breathed over my face, placing harsh and sloppy kisses over me, coving me in his rancid saliva. This definitely wasn't Edward.

I felt rough, calloused hands pushing my shirt upward and pulling my bra down. These hands did not belong to Edward.

Finally, I felt my pants and underwear being pulled off. Edward would never do that.

As two hands firmly pulled my legs apart, I found it within myself to struggle once more. Not because I felt I could escape the four men, but because I realized in that instant that becoming docile would only give them the illusion that I had submitted to them. I would never submit to them. They could take me, but they would have to fight me for my body.

So I opened my eyes wide and began kicking mecilessly at the man who had placed himself between my legs. I noticed that he, too, was nude from the waist down, and I was determined to make sure that his hardness never made it to me. I kicked harder, harder, flailing against the hands that held my legs apart. I heard all of the men laugh at my display.

"Look at her," said the man holding my left leg. "She wants it rough." I attempted to ignore his jeer and bucked and shifted and kicked and rolled as much as I could while being restrained by four giant men. Suddenly the arms around my legs locked tighter, and I couldn't kick anymore. A strong pair of hands came down on my hips, holding them in place, while a knee found my chest, forcing me onto my back. I realized that one of the men was over me, pantless, with his hardness much too close to my face. I whipped my head to the side, desperate to have it out of my view.

"Go for it, Jack," said one of the men. "Give it to her." I bit my lip and shut my eyes tightly, awaiting the ultimate violation.

A/N: Kind of ultra-dark. Hopefully it's not too intense with the Port Angeles guys. I'm nervous about this one; let me know what you think.