DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight..blahblahblah..you get the gist. :)
Anything in Italics is either the past, or what Jasper/Emmett/Carlisle are thinking to Edward.

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"Where do you live?" She mused, her eyes scanning the shady looking neighborhood that they had entered not long ago. Tall, brick buildings littered the horizon, graffiti covering every possible inch. She laughed as she read, "Get out while you still can!" which was clearly written higher up, just out of her reach.

"Oh, not far. Just a few blocks away," he murmured, he could feel his hands shaking with a fervor as they neared his intended destination. The basement, equipped with every tool he could imagine; whips, knives, rope, the walls decorated with his past victim's blood. He smirked, as the building came into view, the narrow street narrowing even farther before branching out into the small stairway, leading down into the basement.

"Here?" She could feel the sweat start to form on her brow as she looked upon the dark stairway, she glanced up at Edward through her peripheral vision. He was looking at her with what she believed to be a smirk, on his seemingly angelic features. He nodded, grabbing her elbow and pulling her down the stairs, the sound of their footsteps, descending down, was all that could be heard.. And forgotten.

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He grabbed the blindfold off the wall, placing his hands on her shoulders, leaning his head close to her delicate neck, his lips barely brushing the skin there. He heard her moan softly, her body shuttering with momentary pleasure, her pupils dilating with her impending arousal. He ran his hands down her back, to her waist, pulling her smaller frame to his; she latched her lips onto his, the distinct taste of peppermint engulfed her tongue.

"May I blindfold you?" He managed to breath out, her wanton eyes met his, she nodded quickly, pulling her dark hair off her shoulders. Revealing her delicate neck again, his body shuttered with excitement, as he placed the blindfold across her eyes...

"Hello?" A timid voice asked, brown eyes searched the room, fear was evident in her stare. Her chocolate brow hair matted together, sweat and blood coating her skin, which was not covered by the small, black dress she had been wearing. Edward watched in amusement as she wandered around the spacious room, her eyes still not accustomed to the darkness that surrounded her. Her senses were on high alert, every nerve ending in her body was pulsating, confusion and desperation ran through her veins.

Edward grabbed the knife off the small table to his right, the oak wood stained with red, always with red. As silently as he could, he continued after her, like a lion, always keeping his eyes on his intended prey, but his body like a snake, coiled to strike at any given moment. His breathing quieted, his pupils dilated with excitement, she had proved to be more entertaining than his usual prey. Beautiful women, who believed that he would spare them.. How wrong they were, Emmett thought sinisterly.

He ran the knife down the length of his palm, pressing just hard enough to break the skin, blood seeped through the inflicted wound. He watched as her body froze at the sound of one droplet of his blood, hitting the concrete floor; she turned quickly, her eyes searched the room, when her's met his, they begged him to stop. Another smirk made its way onto his pale face, the moon's light coming through the small window illuminated his face, an eerily familiar sound filled the air, her labored breathing.

"Please, just stop this," she whispered quietly, her eyes never leaving his. A strange emotion entered his eyes, a challenge. He dropped the knife on the floor, she whimpered at the sound of metal smashing against the concrete. He stepped forward once, she backed up clumsily into the wall, knocking papers that had been nailed up, drawings she believed. She saw one of a woman, her eyes lifeless, due to the knife shoved deeply into her tanned neck, blood seeping through the wound.

"Why? I like you much better this way," he asked, his voice not betraying any emotion, simply sounding as if they were talking about a trivial topic, like the weather, not her life. Nervously she pulled the dress down that had ridden up her thigh, her modesty and decency to blush, was strangely entertaining to him.

"Bu-But they will know it was you, people saw you!" She yelled fearfully, silently wondering whether it was true; she recalled her friend making a comment on how attractive the man was, but she had been drinking. Her hands flitted down the concrete wall behind her...

"There we go, pet," he whispered against her lips, groaning as she rubbed her chest across his; her hands wound themselves into his thick hair, only to be pulled back down, and held up by her wrists to the wall. Her back hit the concrete, whimpering at the sudden change in temperature, the goose bumps became more prominent on her pale skin. He kissed her jaw softly, down her neck till he reached the injunction between her neck and shoulder, sucking on it sinfully, her moans exciting him even further. She's so willing, Jasper thought breathlessly.

Alice rubbed her body against his, searching for friction, eliciting a moan from him as her heat came in contact with his obvious arousal, he picked up her small frame and took her further into the basement. "Mmm..Will you do something for me?" He asked innocently, though his eyes betrayed his innocence, good thing she's blindfolded, he thought wickedly. She nodded her head again, he let go of her body, reaching toward the shackles, and buckled them tightly onto her slim wrists. He felt her tense up, "Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit," he whispered, his breath fanning over the shell of her ear and her body relaxed...

"Why are you doing this?" He watched as her hands neared the whip, not knowing what she was going to grab, he smirked deviously, Perfect Edward, She'll fight, Carlisle thought with a pleased sigh. He noticed the look of triumph in her brown eyes as her fingers brushed against the tough leather, his own eyes shone in amusement as she grabbed the whip by the handle, swinging it towards his taller frame. He backed out of the way just in time, making a small noise of protest as the whip neared his chest, she watched him through narrowed eyes. Her hands trembling, as she swung again, closing her eyes in hopes that the situation would just disappear.

"Because I can, Pet, you called to me," he whispered, his voice intoxicating.

"Stop, just stop. Let me go, I w-won't tell anyone it was you, just please let me g-" The sound of laughter filled the basement, her eyes met his, and she noticed that he wasn't laughing. Someone else was in there with them, watching from the shadows...

"What a good girl," he murmured, his fingertips slid across the skin on her arm, "Such a good pet you are, Alice. Now, what ever shall I do with you know, so many possibilities," her breath hitched.

"Kiss me, p-please," she replied, her voice brimming with excitement. Cut her, Edward, make her bleed, turn that pale skin red, Jasper thought, excitement too filled his voice. He picked up a small blade of the table closest to them, his eyes caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, "Come to watch the show?" he asked curiously, his eyes sparkled...

"Such a feisty little thing, isn't she Eddie?"

"Yes, would you care to join me? I know you love them young," he could hear her boots as they clacked against the concrete, followed by another whimper as the younger girl caught sight of the older woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her darker hair pinned up, stray trendles of her silky hair fell across her neck; her thin frame covered by a long, velvet red dress that hung sinfully to all of her curves.

"Oh yes, I would love to. Thank you, dear," She replied, her voice oozed sensuality.

"You're welcome, Love..."

Alice pulled on her shackles, fear clogged her veins, "Who's there?" She demanded, only to be met by silence as Edward looked back towards the shadows, searching for the source of the movement. He found her, and with a smirk, beckoned her forward.

"Of course, Edward, you know I never miss your performances," she chastised, though her tone told him she was only teasing, a spark of lust entered her eyes as she looked upon Alice's shackled form, "And what fun you'll have."

"Always, Bella," he bellowed in amusement, Alice began to cry out from fear, pulling at the buckles on her wrists even harder, "Let me go, I don't want to do this anymore," she begged, tears leaked out from beneath the blindfold. Edward handed Bella the small pocket knife from his hands, it's dark green cover clashing horribly with her blood red dress, but her eyes were on Alice.

He watched on, enthralled by the image that never seemed to get old, he grabbed the whip from the floor, "Scream for us, Pet, no one will hear you," her cries rang louder as the knife came in contact with her skin... If only, Jasper thought again in amusement, Edward chuckled.

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THE END. :)