Hey guys, it's been pretty long. Yeah, I know I suck. But I've got a new beta, SpeakForTheTrees, and she's taking my suckage and turning it into somewhat awesomeness. Someone give her a big ass hug cause you know that she deserves it. I'll give her an affectionate smack on the ass to get the ball rolling.

BPOV

I tried to run as fast as I could, but he easily caught up with me.

His large hand wrapped around my upper arm and yanked me back to

him. His laugh echoed through the meadow, bouncing off the trees.

"Now," he said, tugging me back to where we first stood, "I'd

like you to meet some of my friends." Father pulled me along the

semi-circle, stopping at each man to allow them to state their name

and grab my ass or chest. Mike, Sam, Paul, Jacob, Tyler – the names

all ran together into a meaningless blob. I didn't really care about

who hurt me, just about when it would be over.

"They're gonna take care of you today," Father continued, "and

you're gonna let them do whatever they want, right?" I didn't

answer and he slapped me to the ground.

I didn't cry out; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Answer

me, you bitch!" he screamed at me, punctuating it with a sharp kick

to the ribs.

"Yes, sir," I whispered, my eyes trained on the ground. He grunted

in response and motioned for them to start in on me. They advanced

simultaneously, a feral grin mirrored on each of their faces. Their

fingers grabbed and pulled, ripped and yanked, until tears were in my

eyes.

A shriek pierced the air and the men all looked at me. The sound

didn't come from my mouth, but I was glad for the interruption. They

shrugged and resumed their torture. One of the men had shoved me back

to the ground and was now roughly tugging my pants down my legs. My

cries and pleas were feeble and they laughed as I begged them to stop.

When they left me I was curled up in a ball, weakly attempting to hold

myself together. My clothes were ripped to shreds around me, and not

a single piece was large enough to ward off the chill coming from the

ground. Blood coated the grass around me and when I touched my

stomach, I noticed a large slash extending from my right hip to my

left shoulder. I must've blacked out when it happened, because the

pain was only beginning to make itself known in my mind.

I pressed my hand to the cut, trying to keep the blood in but failing

miserably. I watched helplessly as the red liquid seeped over my

fingers and coated the dark blosoming of a handprint-like bruise on my

left hip. It wrapped around my waist, the fingers spread to cover

more room. It wasn't Father's handprint; it was larger and much

wider.

I closed my eyes, knowing I needed to get up, but not having the will

to do so. Everything hurt, even my toes. They were bent at a weird

angle and I sucked in a breath as I flexed them. They were broken,

and the pain across my chest flared when I started breathing heavier.

Black and white dots were filling my vision, swirling around me. I

blinked once, then twice. Nope, just black dots in my eyes.

Snowflakes were falling around me, lightly dusting the ground. I

smiled because they were so pretty and closed my eyes again.

Third Person POV

The young girl closed her eyes and lay down, the white specked

swirling and melting in the blood halo forming around her head. She

was an Angel of Death, the representation of Hurt and Sorrow

themselves. They cast their grace down on her and gave her the will

to live another day, to take another step. And it would all be taken

away from her in a few moments. No one would see it coming, not even

the Seer. No one could stop the force of evil that ran towards the

call of her lifeforce, the one thing that the monster needed.

Two vampires had been running through the area when the gang rape had

started. The man kept running, not noticing his female partner had

stopped. She stood in place, rooted by the cries and pleas of a young

child. Venom glistened like tears in her red eyes and he surrounded

her with his arms. His whispers did nothing to stop her whimpers and

sobs.

Then she couldn't take it anymore. She let out a high-pitched scream

and ran for the clearing. He pounced at her and shoved her into the

dirt. Her eyes darkened at the blood being spilled less than fifty

feet from her.

"Shh," he whispered, cooing softly in her ear. "Hear that? Her

pulse is slowing… She's almost gone. Just let her pass. We'll

feed later. Look how peaceful she looks. Don't give her a bad

ending." He didn't seem to understand what she was planning on

doing. He pulled her up slowly, brushing the broken leaves off of her

clothes while she stood, numbly watching the young child before her.

A sob broke from her chest and she twisted out of his grasp, running

to cradle the pale angel.

The man sighed and trudged over to the pair, squatting down next to

his lover. She held her treasure out to him, pleading with her eyes

for him to help the girl. He ran a hand over his face, a habit left

over from his humanity, and groaned, "Fine, but when she shits

everywhere, you're fixing it."

He leaned down and breathed against the broken child's neck, biting

into it quickly before pulling back to whisper in her ear, "Don't

worry. The pain will pass soon." He gathered his new family member

into his arms and set off toward their home.

I know, it's a short one. Repeat after me, Nicole sucks large unicorn balls. I'm over 200 hits (probably half of them from me) but I'm still jumping for joy. Keep reading and remember to spread the love/hate mail.