A/N: This chapter gives you the opportunity to learn just A LITTLE bit about the lives of Alice, Edward, and Mike before the Dungeon thing. I wanted to give you guys an idea of what they do when the are not eating, sleeping, or in lecture. If you haven't already please check out the collab story I did with Robin-Red BlackWaters called How Many Licks? It's an E/J one-shot and it's funny as hell.

As always I'd like to thank my fuck-awesome beta uncutetomboy for not only doing amazing editing work, but helping me organize all these wild ideas. If you haven't already, drop by her profile, she has some great fics about Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers, and X-Men. I personally enjoyed reading one of her Back Street Boys song fics and her X-Men fic.

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Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine, I just have free time and like fiddling around with SM's characters... and making them like men HORRAY FOR SLASH H00RS!

EPOV

At breakfast Alice and I learned our male cellmate's name is Mike Newton. He's a really cool guy and he fits in with Alice and myself nicely. As we sat in our prison room, we all talked about mundane things drawing our attention away from our current situation. Which didn't work as well as we hoped.We discussed our favorite music, foods, sports, television shows, video games; you know the usual stuff you wonder about when getting to know people?

After a fun game of Twenty Questions… what? It's not like we had any options… we played Never Have I Ever. Hehe.

Mike was down to six fingers after confessing to: sex in public, openly flirting with one of his professors, showing his dick on Chatroulette, and pissing his pants; apparently that last one happened when a giant spider crawled on his arm. Hm… not bad.

Alice, the little minx, had four fingers left after she had admitted to: having a threesome, smoking marijuana, sex in public, enjoying gay porn, going through a gothic phase, and accidentally biting a stranger. No wonder the girl seems to have a thing for Vampires!

I was winning… or losing, who knows? I guess it depended on how you thought of it. Having the least amount of fingers standing could mean either one of two things: either you're the most experienced person in the game, making you the winner, or it could make you a total weirdo and a loser… whatever. Anyway, I was proudly holding up my three remaining fingers, as I was guilty of: liking gay porn, showing the world my dick on Chatroulette, dressing gothic when I was younger, streaking naked, being fired from a job, auditioning for a reality television show The Real World… I didn't make it though, and videotaping me and one of my partners having sex... with his permission of course; I'm not a weird pervert that has a secret video camera in his room, taping everything going on in there without people knowing.

"Hmm… never have I ever been arrested," Mike spoke up. FUCK! Alice and Mike's fingers didn't move as I shamefully let my left ring finger fold. And, once again their eyes widened with shock; throughout the game they'd been surprised at some of the stuff I have done throughout my life. It's always the silent ones...

"No way! Okay, spill, Edward!" Alice laughs, blue eyes bright with curiosity.

"This is so embarrassing," I sigh; clearing my throat, I continue, "Okay, so this happened a few months ago during my twenty first birthday. My friends took me club hopping that night and got me completely wasted. We were all walking towards my place to crash for the night, when one of my friends dared me to dance on a stop sign like it's a stripper pole… Er," he rubbed the back of his neck, "by the time the cops came around, I was only wearing briefs and was grinding my body against the stop sign pole while singing Britney Spears' "I'm A Slave 4 U" at the top of my lungs. My friends were laughing the whole time and, somehow, managed to tape it on their camera phones," I smile at the memory, "Anyway, I got arrested for disorderly conduct. I only had to stay in a holding cell until I sobered up and, when they found out it was my twenty first birthday, they let me off with a warning."

"Damn, Edward, I never would have guessed," Mike chuckles and Alice joins in.

"HA HA, shut up! Now, moving on… never have I everbeen caught masturbating," I declare; it was one thing I could be honest about.

"That little stop sign humping action should count!" Alice contradicts.

"Well, it doesn't!" I protest.

"Edward, there's no way in hell you're winning this argument," Alice replies; for once her face is serious, so I give into the girl.

She's obviously hiding something...

"Fine, never have I ever been caught masturbating while sober," I stick my tongue out at her; I grin as they both move one finger down. Score!

"Alright, you two, let's hear it," I smile smugly. Alice opens her mouth and I figured she was about to begin sharing her story when, out of nowhere, the other girl that rooms with us walks in. The smiles immediately fall from our faces, and the atmosphere loses its temporary light feeling; it's now full of awkwardness and resentment.

The girl makes eye contact with each of us and quietly mumbles, "What the hell are you all looking at?" She walks over to her bed and climbs in and curls into the fetal position without another word. The three of us glance at each other, and climb into our own beds.

The gates close.

Just as I was beginning to find happiness… it goes and disappears.

- = x I x= -

There was an announcement later that day, saying that they decided not to feed us lunch; apparently because they don't believe humans needed to eat three meals a day, and they were tired of wasting money on keeping us fed. When the gates open again, later in the afternoon, it's time for another class.

Alice, Mike and I join the crowd as we all make our way to the lecture room together. The three of us choose seats in the middle, hoping we won't be chosen for demonstration; we figured, if we remain still and quiet, it'd work. All conversations and interactions cease as soon as people enter this room, because we are all well aware what can happen if you speak out. Once everyone is seated the room is still as we wait for our bloodsucking leech of an instructor.

There's a current of nervousness devouring the room, because none of us have any idea what to expect. Who would be giving lesson today? Would someone else die at the end of the day? Nobody was impatient, everyone was just plain scared. And, damn, do we have reason to be!

He moved at such speeds it just looked like he just appeared out of thin air; at the front of the classroom stood Laurent, the sole reason we are here.

Gazing around the room he made eye contact with everyone, he eerily had a fond smile on his face probably reminiscing of their captures. When his crimson eyes met mine, even if it was only for a moment, my heart stopped and I nearly passed out from fear.

"Bonjour, mon petit sang reticent," Laurent purrs. "You all smell mouth-watering. This evening, I will be teaching the art of staying alive as long as possible."
(Translation: Hello my little blood bags.)

"The first tip is to avoid holding eye contact for long periods of time. Though the appearance of our body is similar to yours most of our instincts are very, eh… animalistic, if you will; intense eye contact can, eh, translate to a challenge for a fight, or an, eh, attempted act of dominance. Bits of eye contact are acceptable, however you, eh, must remember one thing, if nothing else: if you cross the line, and the situation is about to get, eh, violent you will hear a growl or hiss. You must immediately avert your eyes, and bow your head to show submissiveness. However, some vampires will prefer you to show your neck to them as a show of, eh, some such submissiveness."

Hmm… that's sounds really similar to what happened between Garrett and Eleazar last night; they looked like a pair of male lions battling for a kill, in human form. They seemed like perfectly normal individuals… humans even… well, incredibly beautiful humans. Is it possible that, once their instincts took over, all traces of humanity disappeared and the human instincts were replaced by those of wild beasts? It was only when Eleazar was able to get the upper hand over Garrett, and not only getting him to submit, but to also punish him by biting him where he's most vulnerable… interesting…

But what's all that business about the creator?

I feel like Steve Erwin or Jeff Corwin studying animal habits on an Animal Planet nature show. That introduction to animal psychology class I took during the fall seems to have been valuable after all.

"Eh, okay, so another thing is that it's very crucial that you do not run when you are being pursued. Running for exercise purposes is fine, of course. However, running because of, or when, a vampire is chasing you is a no-no. This action would trigger a hunting impulse, and you will no longer be thought of as a pet in his or her mind but, rather, a meal. Plus, the chase makes things more fun; and we tend to, eh, forget ourselves, shall we say? When we're enjoying the hunt."

No eye contact, no running. Check! Who would run from a vampire anyway? It's not like we stood a chance in hell from escaping.

"Now, vampires are very possessive creatures. Once something is ours, that's it, and we will, eh, not hesitate to fight for it; that includes you, pets. It is not so much of the, eh, value or the importance of the object; it's more like giving up a, eh, possession makes us look weak. That being said, do not be surprised if you are, eh, marked constantly; marking includes tattoos, biting, and a whole array of other measures. For you, your responsibility is to not make eyes at another vampire or creature, as the vampire should believe his or her, pet prefers them the most out of everyone, and everything, non?"

Possessive? More like selfish and jealous. This theory of "ownership" was also involved in the Eleazar vs. Garrett battle; they both put a claim on the girl, and neither one of them was willing to back down.

"To remain living, keep this last bit with you, eh? No matter the happenings, the blood will always be our calling; if you wish to live, do not bleed. Accidentally spilling blood will be your, eh, demise. In every happening, if your blood is, eh, exposed… do not move. No running, no shaking; do not panic, that will only fuel the calling. If you, eh, cut yourself by mistake, do not move; if you are being bitten, keep still," Laurent warns, his visage serious.

Well that's kind of a given, isn't it? I'd probably be too busy having a mental breakdown, to even consider trying to function if I gave myself a paper cut, or something, in front of a vampire.

"Let's hear some questions, yes?" Laurent smiles

Oh hell no. We all heard what happened the other day. I was not about to put myself out there and raise my hand; hopefully nobody else here was stupid enough to do so either.

"It is alright, mon petit sang reticent; I am unlike James," Laurent coos; it would have made me melt, if I didn't know he was the reason we were all here.

Nope. Nuh uh. No way. Not worth it, I think to myself. I will not be hypnotized by that sexy French accent! No way, now how.

"Ah, it seems like I will be choosing a, eh, volunteer, non?" he smirks.

What? Forcing participation defeats the purpose of volunteering, doesn't it?

"You can ask me anything, even a subject I did not speak of today," he tries again; again, none of us is willing to put ourselves on the line. "Non? Hm, how about you… with the coppertop?" He raises his eyebrows at me.

Wait! ME! HE'S POINTING AT ME? GODAMMNIT, WHY? OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO DIE! I'VE JUST GOTTEN TO KNOW MIKE TOO! I'M GOING TO GO TO THE GRAVE AND HIS ONLY IMPRESSION OF ME IS GOING TO BE WHAT A SLUT I AM BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID GAME! I'VE ONLY KNOWN ALICE FOR A DAY TOO, BUT, SHIT, I'M GOING TO MISS HER!

Breathe Masen

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"Um… I-I, uh… w-w-well…" I stutter; not surprisingly, I'm full of anxiety, while trying to form a simple sentence. I feel a sharp elbow in my side breaking me out of my trance; I owe my life to Alice. Thank God for Alice, my favorite little pixie.

"W-was there more t-to that f-f-fi-fight last night, b-b-besides the girl?" I finally manage to get out. My body slumps back into the chair after delivering my question. Do or die, Masen; do or die.

"Ah, a very good question, dear Edward; you're quite, eh, observant," he praises me with a glint in his eyes.

He knows my name! Shit, fuck! When did Introduce myself to him…

****BRIEF FLASH BACK****

The elevator dinged alerting me it had reached the seventh floor. I took slow measured steps down the hallway until I found the door that read 703. After one last deep breath, I tentatively knocked on the door. A few seconds later I was greeted by a beautiful chocolate man with dreadlocks. Fucking dreadlocks… swoon. Maybe this won't be so bad after all…

"H-hi, I'm Edward Masen, I'm here for the modeling job," I said while trying not to melt into a puddle at his feet.

****BACK TO THE PRESENT****

Well, shit… looks like I can add impressive memory to the things vampires can do. I was removed from my thoughts as Laurent continues to speak,

"This is part of the, eh, vampires politics that does not affect you; however, I will explain it. The one who turns a human into a vampire is known as the Creator or the Sire; the Childe or Fledgling, the one the Creator makes, has to do whatever their Creator decides. Whether or not, a Creator chooses to use this control is up to them. Regardless, where his or her Childe goes, he, or she," he nodded at the females in the room, "must always follow their Creator. Sometimes the created Childe becomes the Sire's mate, in this bond the Sire is the dominate one in the coupling while the Fledgling submits. Simple, no?"

"Usually, when the Childe disobeys the Creator they fight and the weaker of the two die. Eleazar created Garrett, but Garrett was set free to own his own territory; he refused to stand down, and allow his Creator to have the last body. This is the reason why they had to fight. Eleazar is, eh, too compassionate, which is the reason Garrett is still in one piece. Most other Creators would have chosen to slay the Childe for such an act of, eh, disobedience."

All I can say is wow… I can't believe he answered my question, and that thoroughly too. That's one more vampire mystery solved.

Now, if only someone would ask about the whole sun thing… I'm so not going to be the one to put my neck out on the line for that one.

"Anyone else?" Laurent asks us; his gaze roaming the students.

I saw a hand rise out of the corner of my eye; of course Alice had to get in on this.

"Yeah, um, with talks of blood, what about us girls… during, you know?" she asks, slightly pink in the face.

Holy shit, Alice is acting shy for once? I guess… even the bravest and craziest, of us all can feel intimidated when the time is right.

"Ah, Mademoiselle Alice, I cannot believe I did not speak of this," he chuckles, amusement coloring his tone. "Basically, you must let the vampire know when you are about to tide; this is so they are no, eh, surprises, and you are not brought around any other vampires… especially to social functions."

"Now, is there anyone else?" He asks as he looks around the room, his eyes settling on me for several moments longer than the other. "Non? Come along, now; I know there is something you all wish to know," he prods. "Everyone still scared? What if I make you a deal? If someone is, eh, brave enough to ask about the sunshine, I will answer it," he adds.

This mystery has gone on long enough… I want to know so badly! I need to know - I must know! I don't like not knowing something that's, apparently, of great importance. Please, somebody step up! I sure can't; no way, not me! I was the first "volunteer"!

Nobody volunteers.

"Fine, then," Laurent sighs, "This is such good information; who knows if you will ever know it? Well, this is all for the night; go, eat and, then, it is off to bed," he finishes as he exits the room silently.

- = x I x= -

My limbs feel heavy, and I don't have enough strength to move them. I'm slumped back, and strapped against a seat, with my head resting on my left shoulder. The cramp in my neck will have to remain, because, right now, I lack the energy to move my head around.

Eyes partially openly, I scan the area through blurry vision as I try to gather some clues as to where I am. My body isn't functioning the way it should, but, thankfully, I have no problems with my mind. Since my head is stationary, I have a small vantage point. To my left, I see several other people along the aisle in chairs, too; the right has some sort of clear oval shape against the wall

…perhaps a window?

The area is mostly quiet, except for a stream of cold air blowing on my neck. Listening, I can hear the steady hum of a fan, and some kind of engine.

That's weird; it doesn't feel like I'm moving.

Oh, shit, am I in a plane? How did I get here? Last thing I can remember, I was in a hotel room…

A quiet moan slips from my throat as I recall the last few images I saw before passing out. Fucking dreadlocks; get me every Goddamn time!

"Someone is up early," someone says from the aisle beside me. I look over to see a blur of brown, some white, and some blue.

Who the hell is this?

"Time to go back to sleep," he says, almost gently.

"Laurent?" My voice rasps as I foggily recall the smooth voice.

"Shh," he whispers softly.

His voice is followed by, yet another, sharp prick to the neck; and a dull ache. Once again, my eyelids grow heavy, and everything goes black.

****BLACKS OUT****

This day goes just like the previous one: Alice wakes me up, the other girl is already gone, we wake Mike up, and we go eat breakfast; another day of cereal and milk. The three of us get back from eating first, we all goof around together, Lauren comes back, and shit gets awkward.

Just like yesterday.

I hate routines.

This time, however, we continue our conversation… even with the white elephantin the room.

"So Alice, we never did get to finish our conversation, on why you want to be here so bad," I remind her with a smirk.

"You've got to be kidding me! Seriously, Alice?" Mike laughs.

Rolling her eyes at us, she responds, "It's not like I want tobe here so bad, as you put it; it's more like: I'm in this situation and I'm going to make the best of it. I mean, let's be honest, okay? Who knows when our lives will suddenly end? Especially since we'll be interacting with our blood thirsty predators on a daily basis. Personally, I'm not going to waste whatever time I have left feeling miserable and sorry for myself."

"I don't know Alice…" I disagree.

"Edward, can I be frank?" She asks with a tiny smile, and I nod in response. "Vampires are fucking hot."

"WHAT? HOT? How can you say that, you little slut!" The girl in her bunk bed seethes as she hops off and faces off with the pixie.

Alice's face goes red as she narrows her eyes at the girl, "Oh, so she does speak!" Alice yells, getting right into the other girl's personal space, "You will not talk to me like that; I haven't done anything to you, and furthermore, I am free to voice my opinion as I wish. You can stand there, acting like you're better than everyone else, but you know I'm right!"

"HA," the girl scoffs, pushing Alice out of her personal space, "You're such a whore."

"Okay, then," Alice nearly hisses, as she pushes back, "what about Vampire Diaries; you've seen the show, yeah? You can't stand there and tell me you don't think Stephan and Damon aren't hot. You cannot deny that them being vampires, and the risk of danger doesn't make them even more attractive. What about Trueblood?" Alice stands her ground, staring down at the other girl, who was now sprawled on the floor, "Two words, bitch: Eric. Northman. Need I say more? That fine line between sex and danger is what makes vampires so damn desirable in the first place! As a whole they are sensual, sexy, and seductive creatures; you'd be lying if you denied ever having a vampire fantasy" Alice rants impressively.

The girl just sits on the floor, staring up at Alice with her mouth open.

She just got served.

Alice's POV:

That little bitch! We defended both our spots, andhers and she gets up in my face? What the Hell?

Ugh, my head is pounding. Dammit.

Edward's POV:

As the evening settles upon us, we find ourselves, again, in the lecture room. Please be Laurent! Laurent. Laurent. Laurent. Laurent,I keep chanting his name in my mind, hoping that wishful thinking will, in fact, work its magic.

I hear hinges creaking to my left as one of the doors is opened.

Laurent. Laurent. Laurent. Laurent. Laurent…

"Long time no see pets," a sultry voice purrs.


A/N: So Home Skillets what'd yah think? IDK if some of you will think that the whole 'Never Have I Ever' thing had too much sex in it but when I play with my friends that's pretty much all the stuff we ask lol, and if you think that's bad you should see how inappropriate our charades games are…. All my friends are pervs and I love them.

Reviews make me smile whenever my iPhone buzzes and I see a review notice in my email it pretty much makes my entire day. Here's some stuff I want to ask ya'll:

1) What do you think happens to these vamps when they go in the sunlight?

2) How many of you want to kill me for not bringing Jasper in yet?

3) Are there any Twilight characters you really hope become a part of this fic?

4) What the hell is Lauren's problem?

To me, reviews are like the rainbow sprinkles that top an ice cream sundae, it just makes that treat complete.

Something to look forward to… Carlisle Cullen will be in the next chapter… I know he's not Jasper but more of a consolation prize perhaps? ALL MY CARLISLE FANS MAKE SOME NOOIIISE! Wow… wanna be rockstar much :P

Until next time home skillets! x