Chapter 2

Isabella P.O.V

Rosalie and I walked out the door and began our walk home.

"I didn't realize it was so late." Rose said and looked around.

"Neither did I. It's very cold for late April." I stated.

"Oh!" Rose exclaimed. "I hope the weathers nice for the wedding. Mother mentioned something about having the reception outside." Rose said worried.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. You'll have the most beautiful wedding anyone's ever seen." I reassured her.

It was already dark out tonight. The street lamps were already on, lighting our path. We had only walked a few more minutes before we came to the last few streets away from our house.

I heard laughing and looked towards the loud noise. There were a cluster of men under a broken street lamp. Drunk. There looked to be five of them.

"Come on Rosalie." I said grabbing her hand and speeding up; she followed quietly and quickly.

Now I was wishing we had called father to escort us home, but the idea seemed silly to me, Vera's home wasn't that far away from ours. Then they called Roses name.

"Rose." one called and it was then that I realized they were very well dressed; it was Royce and a few of his friends, sons of other rich men.

Rose looked at me as I looked at the drunken men who were acting very stupid at the moment in their drunken form.

"Bella." Rose whispered; she didn't know what to do.

Royce was her fiancé but he's drunk!

"Oh and Bella too!" Royce exclaimed. "Boys, here's my Rose." he shouted laughing sounding just as stupidly as the others. "You're late. We're cold; you've kept us waiting so long." Royce said.

Rose and I had never seen him drunk, a toast every once in a while. He had told Rose he didn't like champagne, I hadn't realized he liked something much stronger.

I recognized another man who was with him, John I think it is. He is the friend of a friend, he came down from Atlanta. I had never actually met him, I had saw Royce talking with him in the bank one day.

"What did I tell you, John?" Royce crowed grabbing Roses arm along with mine and pulling us closer to the men. "Aren't they lovelier then all you Georgia peaches?" Royce asked laughing.

John was dark haired and suntanned. He looked us over as if we were horses he was buying.

"It's hard to tell." John drawled. "Their all covered up." he said.

They laughed, Royce like the rest. I looked at Rose.

"Come on Rosalie, we shouldn't spend time with drunks." I stated and grabbed her turning away.

I was grabbed roughly from behind by someone.

"You're not going anywhere." John's voice whispered in my ear.

I looked to see Rose being grabbed roughly by Royce. He ripped her jacket off her shoulders; it was a gift from him, popping the brass buttons off. They scattered all over the street.

"I must say your beautiful Rose." Royce said, and then looked at me in Johns arms. "I wonder if Bella looks just as good." he said.

I felt my jacket get pulled off roughly. The buttons flew through the air and scattered all over the street like Roses. John tore my hat out of my hair next. The pins wrenched in my hair making me cry out in pain. I vaguely heard Roses cries over my own.

The other men had begun helping jerk our clothes off at this point. John ripped my dress off, the sound of fabric tearing entered my ears.

"NO!" I screamed trying to get away.

Someone tried to cover my mouth. As soon as their hand was over my mouth I bit them.

"You little bitch." someone yelled outraged.

I felt someone grab my hair roughly and felt their fist connect with my face. Once. Twice. Three times. I couldn't see anything but I felt warm liquid running down my face. Blood.

I heard Rose cry out and started struggling again.

"HELP!" I heard Rose scream before a loud SMACK sounded through the air.

"You need to learn a lesson Rosie." I heard Royce say and then she cried out in pain again.

"No, no, no. Please don't." I heard her whimpering.

I struggled against the arms that held me down. I got my right hand lose and let it shoot forward. It connected with someone's face that was hovering over me.

"Fucking bitch." I heard someone scream before I was hit again. "Teach you." I heard someone mumbling before my legs were being pried apart.

"NO! HELP!" I screamed as loud as I could.

"Shut her "grunt" up." Royce said.

I felt someone slam their hands over my mouth. Someone pulled my legs apart even farther before situating themselves between them. I struggled and shook my head.

I felt his arousal at my entrance. Please god help me, I begged in my thoughts. I felt him thrust inside me roughly taking my virginity. Pain shot through me, it felt like I was being ripped in half.

He thrust roughly into me, he was grunting above me while I tried to make him stop. He sped up his thrust moaning louder before I felt his seed squirt into me. He pulled out.

"I must say, they sure are nice and tight." John's voice rang in my ears.

It had been him. He had raped me, taken something from me, something I didn't want to give up.

"I know what you mean John; Too bad they wouldn't give willingly." Royce said.

"Let us have a try." I hear the other men murmur.

I felt someone else pry my legs apart again but I kicked them. My foot connected with something hard.

"Ah, fuck." someone hissed. "Fucking knee." he mumbled before he hit me.

He roughly pried my legs apart and thrust into me. I heard him grunting above me.

I opened my eyes to see who was above me. It was Mr. Key's son, Kelly. I looked around trying to ignore the pain. I saw Royce and John watching another man rape my sister. My sister, I cried for her.

The man hurting her right now is Mr. Bundy's son, Ashton. There was another man there. I could make him out clearly, Jamie King, Royce's cousin.

I felt his seed spill into me. He pulled out and I closed my eyes again, waiting for the pain to leave.

"I want her too. You can have Rosie Jamie." Royce said and then I felt him above me.

He thrust into me. Thrust after thrust I cried and begged him too stop. I heard Rose whimpering and crying too. Finally he was done and pulled out of me.

I heard footfalls as the men walked away teasing each other.

"You're going to need to find a new bride." John teased.

"Ill have to learn some patience first." Royce replied.

I laid there for a moment before moving my head to look around. My limbs all lay at odd angles, or at least they did to me. I saw Rose through blurry eyes. She was bruised and bloody.

"Rose." I choked out and saw her move.

She moved her head whimpering out in pain and looked at me. Her violet eyes once so full of life, now were empty and dead.

"Bella." she whimpered.

"It hurts." I whimpered and cried.

We laid there for hours waiting for the pain to end. Waiting to die. It's so cold, though there is so much pain, I'm surprised it bothered me. It started to snow and I tried to suppress my shivers, to avoid anymore pain.

Why am I not dying? Why? I can't believe it; I'm actually impatient for death, to end the pain. It's taking so long.

I suddenly felt someone touch my arm, then the touch left. I opened my eyes to see a man hovering over my sister. I whimpered.

"Please don't hurt her." I whimpered, his head snapped in my direction.

It was Dr. Cullen, Carlisle Cullen. He went back to working on my sister. Rose and I didn't like the Cullen's because they're more beautiful then us.

There was Carlisle and his wife Esme along with Esme's brother Edward. They didn't mingle in society though, I had only seen them once or twice.

Dr. Cullen picked Rosalie up suddenly like she weighed nothing. He came over to me and picked me up. I whimpered in pain as he gently put me over his shoulder.

He began to run. He ran so fast, faster then I had ever gone. He streaked through the streets until we came to the misty forest. Running through the forest, I felt like a ghost, and I had wondered if I had died; but then why would I still be in pain.

I closed my eyes and suddenly I felt warm. I felt my back touch something and opened my eyes slightly. I was in a bright warm room on a bed, I felt relaxed. My eyes dropped and I felt myself slipping away.

I thought I was finally dying, only to be stopped when a sudden rush of pain went through my neck, wrist, and ankles. I felt pain again, so much pain.

This was a different pain though. I was burning. It felt as if I had been thrown into a fire.

"AHHHH" I screamed in shock from the sudden burning sensation.

I could hear someone else screaming, I think. It might just be me, I don't know. Just burning. Fire. It's running through my veins like lava.

"AHHHH" I screamed again.

Carlisle P.O.V

I looked down at the two screaming girls. What had been done to them, they never deserved anything like it, to be raped.

Edward and Esme came through the door then, back from their hunting trip.

"Carlisle?" Esme asked while Edward just read my mind.

I let him see the past few minutes. How I found them and changed them.

"What were you thinking Carlisle?" Edward asked outraged. "Rosalie and Isabella Hale." he stated like I was crazy.

"I couldn't just let them die." I told him. "It was too much, too horrible, too much waste." I said.

"I know." Edward said after reading my thoughts again.

"It was just too much waste, I couldn't leave them." I stated.

"Of course you couldn't." Esme agreed.

I can't get the thoughts of what they looked like in that road out of my head. How could someone do this to them? How could anyone leave them there to die?

"People die all the time." Edward reminded me. "Don't you think they are just a little too recognizable though? The Kings will have to put up a huge search, not that anyone expects the fiend." he growled.

When ever Edward admitted to knowing who did this, both girls seemed to have a small smile on their face, like they were pleased, pleased that we knew Royce King did this.

"What are we going to do with them?" Edward asked.

"That's their choice of course. They may choose to go their own way." I told him hoping that they would stay. "I'm going to tell them what their changing into. Maybe they'll hear me." I said.

I sat down on one girl's bed while Esme sat on the other. Edward stood in the corner and watched us talk to the screaming girls.

Just three more days before they wake up into this life. I do hope they don't hate me for changing them, if they do then I'll understand.