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*Alice's POV*

This is it, the day that Isabella Swan dies! The day that I finally get to make her pay for what I know she'll do.

Even though she hasn't done anything yet, I know the slut will. She'll steal my husband from me! Make him leave me, causing my plans to be ruined. That's something that just can't happen. I won't allow it to happen.

I've been planning this day for eighteen years, and nothing will stop me from achieving my goals.

Even though I've tried previously to kill her in the past, it has never worked. Something has always gone wrong.

Something, or more importantly some one had stopped me from killing her.

In my visions I never saw their face. It was always covered in a black face-mask.

Even though vampires would normally have the ability to see through fabric, I couldn't when I had a vision. To my disgust, my sight was as poor as a humans' during a vision.

This I never told a soul.

It was something they could use against me, which wasn't an option.

Everything was planed in explicit detail, down to the last second. My helpers had written copies of my plan down, just in case a new recruit joined us.

Plus not all of them had photographic memories like myself. Another reason why they are my helpers and I am their leader. Their mistress. Their superior.

None of them questioned what I had to say for myself. They know their place. Though at first some showed resistance, they accepted their fate soon enough.

All of them had their own jobs, some were to recruit new members. Others controlled the newborns and those who rebelled. While others handled the 'punishments' and rewards.

Though at the moment I was favouring those who were only alive because they could help me kidnap Isabella.

I imagined what I would do to her when I got her. I'd torture her to the point of insanity. Make her cry, scream, bleed and die.

After I'd had the pleasure to kill her, I'd send her body to Jasper.

The pain that he would surely feel would make up for the years of being with him.

I hated him.

This I was certain of. I didn't love him, definitely not.

Never.

Yet, nobody else could have him. He was mine!

Mine to belittle. Mine to manipulate. Mine to hate. Mine to hurt. Mine to kill!

Kill him I would, though not before I tortured him. To break him father I would possibly make him watch me kill Isabella.

Ahh, the endless possibilities.

The sound of somebody clearing their throat brought me from my fantasies.

"What do you want?"

My voice was harsh, threatening. Just as I liked it. These were my helpers, my followers. Not my equals. I would look down upon them, as I was their superior.

"Everything is going to plan." He told me from his position on the ground.

This was another thing I demanded. Them to kneel in my presence, unless told otherwise of course.

My eyes flashed to his face, my lips turned into a sneer. I felt a rush at the pure fear that entered his now wide eyes. My eyebrow lifted in expectance, and my eyes hardened.

"M-mistress." He stammered. Knowing his mistake. "Everything is going to plan, Mistress Alice."

"Is that so?" I purred, as I approached him. His head bowed and his shoulders hunched forward, betraying his complete terror.

"I think you need to learn your manners." I circled him as I spoke. "To learn a lesson about respect."

"P-please Mistress, please! I-I'm sorry it won't hap-happen again!" He begged kissing my feet repeatedly, as I stopped in front of him.

With a simple, practised move I shoved him off me. Glaring at his prone form that lay on my marble flooring.

"It won't happen again?"

"No, Mistress Alice. N-never, again. Mistress!" He promised me, his eyes never leaving the floor.

I smirked darkly at him. "Oh, I know it won't. Not after your punishment."

His eyes shot up to mine, tears pooled in them. He sniffed and cried out. "Pl-please, d-don't pun-punish me! Mi-Mistress, I-I sw-swear I'll be-behave!"

"Pathetic. You call yourself one of my followers!" I paused, looked directly in his glassy eyes as I spoke. "If you so much as put a toe out of line. I'll make you wish I was only punishing you. You'll be begging for death. Begging for mercy, like the pathetic little creature you are!"

I reached out and grabbed his throat in my hands, squeezing it tightly. I bent my head down, my lips at his ear as I whispered. "Is that understood?"

Unable to nod, he chocked out "Yes, Mistress Alice."

Satisfied, I released my grip letting him fall to the floor landing on his knees. He grasped for breath before whispering. "I'm sorry Mistress Alice, I am a disappointment. I deserve to be punished."

I nodded at him, and opened my mouth to speak. My the ringing of my mobile interrupted me.

I clicked my fingers and told the guards to take him to the dungeons. They did as I told them, like always.

I looked down at the Caller ID and saw that "Emmett" was the one calling. With a sigh I clicked accept, and spoke in a fake sugary, sweet tone. "Hey Emmy-bear!"

"Hi Ally-cat, we were just wondering when you'd be back from shopping. School is only in half and hour, and Esme'll be mad if you skip."

I grimaced, before chirping back. "I'll be home in ten! You won't believe how many amazing things I brought today, most of the shops were deserted. You know, because it's so early. The sales were amazing, especially in-"

"Okay, okay! I asked you when you'd be home. Not about your shopping adventures."

I laughed lightly, while gritting my teeth. How dare he interrupt me? Interrupt me, than mock me! Instead of telling him what I really thought of him. I acted like the hyperactive pixie, they thought I was.

"Sorry, you're right. It was just so much fun!"

Emmett scoffed and muttered. "Yeah, for you maybe."

I heard him though, as if he had shouted. I held my breath and counted to ten, apparently that helped when you were angry. I was more than angry though, I was furious. Emmett didn't' know that though.

Emmett spoke again, this time louder. "Apparently there's a new girl today, the chiefs daughter. So chop-chop or you won't see her hear the rumours about us." He laughed heartily at his last comment. I forced myself to giggle back.

Oh Isabella, wouldn't be around long enough to hear the rumours. Not if I had it my way.

"See you later, alligator." I chirped to Emmett.

"See you in a while, crocodile." I cringed at the cliché line, but things like this were necessary. The small moments were I 'connected' with each Cullen would help me secure their loyalty.

In the end, it would all be worth it.

This was the line I told myself every time I felt angry, or gave up hope that my plans would happen anytime soon.

Today though, today was the start of a new beginning.

I put my mobile back in the pocket of my 'designer' jeans and exited the room. Well it was actually my room, but a room nonetheless.

I picked up the four shopping bags that were at the front door. One of my helpers went and brought the items of clothing for me.

See they're called helpers for a reason.

After putting them and myself in my yellow Porsche 911 Turbo I set off towards the Cullen's house. And of course my home.

How lovely.

My mind drifted to what would happen later on today.

Today is the day Isabella Swan dies!

I couldn't wait to torture her. To break her. To watch as the life faded from her eyes as she died.

I shuddered at the thought of Jaspers' reaction. I felt fearful yet victorious. Worried yet powerful. Doubtful yet excited.

'Hmm, perhaps I won't need to act excited today, I already am.'

*Mystery POV*

I muffled my cry of pain as the whip lashed my back yet again. I knew from experience that I would only get more lashes if I any noise.

Any sound at all, whether it be a whimper. A cry. A scream or a shout.

So like the good servant I was, I kept my mouth shut. Biting my tongue till it bled. I swallowed back blood as my eyes pricked with tears.

I may be a grown man, but having your back whipped till it bleeds would make most people cry!

Living this was hell. It was like a never ending circle.

Pain. Pain. Then, guess what. More pain.

Though the rewards were great, they were just too rare.

The punishments, well those were definitely not rare! I wish they were.

This was a mild punishment, this I was thankful of. There were far worse punishments than this. They varied for which species, I am a human so they get creative.

Getting whipped. Broken bones. Crushed bones. Being choked till you pass out. Finger and toe nails ripped off. Blood being drained. Skin burned. Being branded.

As I said, I've got off lightly.

Everyone here saw humans as lower species. Animals. Blood-banks. Weaklings.

Though I won't be human for long, this Mistress Alice promised.

I winced, as they struck the same place twice. They laughed as I shuddered. Enjoying my pain.

I should have known better than to disrespect Mistress Alice, today of all days.

She has been waiting for this day for eighteen years, or so I've heard.

I'm new hear you see, new to the compound. New to this way of life. New to the punishments, the violence, the pain.

I know it'll be worth it though.

At times I wish I could leave, escape and be a free man once more. That will never happen. I'll be dead before I reach the nearest town, others before me have tried. They were found, tortured, murdered and their bones on display for all to see.

As a warning. To those who think about disobeying.

I knew what to expect when I joined, my yearning for revenge on the person that hurt me was more than my fear.

This was at the time, before the punishment, the murders, the pain. Yet surprisingly I still feel the same.

When I first joined the compound Mistress Alice swore that with my loyalty and information, she'd let me get my revenge on them, The one who killed my wife, when they were dead I could finally live my life in Peace.

The weight would be lifted from my shoulders, and I'd be free to walk from the compound.

This punishment would be worth it in the end, and others that may follow.

My revenge would be soon, and it would be sweet.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It may seem boring but it was just to show you some insight of Alice's true personality.

Please tell me if you'd like Edward to be evil or not in this story. I myself am leaning towards him being Alice's SIC (Second In Command) but tell me what you think.

- MCR Killjoys