A/N: Hello, this is my first story here at FF. I started writing this about 10 years ago, and it had nothing to do with Twilight. After revisiting this story time and time again, I figured I could switch it over to Twilight-land and eventually finish writing this. It was pretty scary re-reading some of my characters and noticing their pairings, behaviors, etc was a perfect match for Twilight. If you see unfamiliar names it was probably an oversight when I was switching names over. Some chapters will come quickly as only name-changes were required, and some will come slowly as I have to rewrite entire chapters to keep within Twilight. But hope you enjoy it! I'm always open to suggestions, as this story is forever changing and I'm not going by any outline! Enjoy & Review/Comment. March 13, 2011

Disclaimer: Twilight related things owned by S.M.

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PREFACE

"Do you know what it feels like to burn?" A restrained voice whispered into her ear. Bella remained silent as she tested her constraints. "Don't bother trying to escape. You'll only tire yourself out, and then… you won't be able to do what you do."

She still kept trying to move her wrists, cutting back a wince as the rope cut deeper. The voice moved to her other ear now. "The consequence of not knowing what you do to others is to be haunted forever when you do experience it."

Two sets of heavy footsteps entered the room. The newcomers brought with them the scent of burning and rotting meat into the room. Screeching sounds of a metal being moved across the floor sent a chill up her spine.

The smell of burning meat was close and overwhelming.

"I wish you could see him," the voice crooned.

Him? This was a person?

"To see what you did to him," the voice continued, "what you did to him."

Who was this person?

"To what you did to your beloved partner." Bella could picture this tormentor sneering at her. "Personally can't imagine people doing this to someone I loved, but hey, humans surprise me all the time."

Humans? Beloved man? Bella's heart began to race, and her temples throbbed.

"Still don't know who it is? Why are you so passive? Humans have explosive emotions when presented with subjects such as this." The voice paused to gauge her reaction. "Ah, perhaps the wrong motivation," it continued to ponder, "perhaps you think I'm lying. Since you can't see, you couldn't know if this was a person or an animal."

There was a shuffling sound as the captor moved away from her, then a loud scrapping sound of metal being pushed.

A sound of sizzling flesh, and the tortured screaming that followed jerked her awake.

She knew that sound. Knew that breaking of will. Someone who wanted to keep her protected from all harm.

Edward.