The Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Warning, this chapter contains a rape scene. Actually that's all it is, cause I'm a perv like that. If you skip this you won't be missing anything. Please keep with the reviews, they make me ridiculously giddy. Happy reading. =) And remember! If you are under seventeen you know better than to be reading this **evil mom stare**

Oh, and don't worry, Edward hasn't disappeared, his POV is coming.

Chapter 7

An animal like growl came from James' chest; he unbuttoned my jeans and then gripped them with both hands. He tore them apart at the seams in a flurry of material. The shock kept me from moving for a second too long. Right when I was about to roll away from him he jumped on the bed and on top of me, pinning my hands next to my head at the wrists.

"You wanted to be with a vampire, now's your chance." His eyes still looked hazy and lost. Not the same James I had been talking to just minutes before.

"No, please don't do this to me." I begged him shrilly, trying to bring him back to reality. He kissed me again, a deep hungry kiss.

His hands slid down my arms and under my back. He ripped my bra apart at the clasp and pulled it out from between us. The sensation of his cold hard chest against my now hard nipples sent a ripple of pleasure down my body, ending in a wet puddle in my underwear.

James rocked forward, pushing his hips against my legs, forcing them to spread wider. His mouth was making its way down to my chest, his tongue flicked at my nipple before he closed his entire mouth onto my breast. My body was aching for him to keep going, my heart was screaming in protest. I beat at his shoulders with my fists, but all I did was hurt my own hands.

Edward was my life and soul; I didn't want my first time to be with anyone but him. I never wanted it to be with anyone but him! I screamed and flailed my body as hard as I could, like a fish flopping violently to get back into the water. It only seemed to turn him on more. I twisted my head side to side violently, trying to shake what was happening out of my reality.

James stood up and drank in the sight of my almost naked body like he was dying of thirst. I couldn't even keep track of his hands as they unzipped his pants and let them fall off. His body was amazing; no matter how much I loved Edward I couldn't deny that. His blonde hair hung loose around his sculpted shoulders and shadows made lines across his hard defined chest. My eyes wandered south and I could see the light blonde hair that started at his belly button and made a line down to his hard, ready penis.

A blush spread across my entire body and I turned my eyes away. This wasn't happening. I wasn't attracted to him; I forced the thought over and over in my mind. I squeezed my eyes close and whimpered a little. Please let this not be happening I prayed.

"This is my first time, please don't" I whispered into the air, knowing James couldn't even hear me anymore.

His hands were on my thighs now, working their way up to the hot spot between my legs. I tried to bat them away, but he just held my own hands together in a concrete like grip. My strength was weakening, but I wouldn't stop fighting.

James rubbed my clit through my underwear, leaning over to put his head on my thigh right next to the pulsating nerves that were ruining my world. My body wasn't cooperating with my defiance. No matter how hard I fought, the little spot between my legs just got wetter and wetter.

James pulled my underwear down without warning; I shivered as the cool air touched the parts of my body I usually kept private. Tears were flowing freely from my eyes now, the world around me blurred.

I felt something soft and cool pushing its way into me, I reached down and felt James' surprisingly soft hair. His mouth worked like a clock, keeping time with the quick pulse between my thighs. My brain was struggling against the pleasure that was crashing over my body in waves. When I couldn't fight anymore and all the pressure in my body had built up to an uncontrollable amount, I arched my back and let it flood out of me. James grabbed my thighs, right above my knees and forced my legs apart as he worked to keep every bit of liquid that escaped me in his mouth.

I was crying in frustration and excitement as he moved himself up to my mouth and kissed me roughly. His hands were under my hips, keeping my body against him in rhythm to his own movements.

He was so long and hard, he crushed himself against me, bruising my pelvic bone. James lifted his hips and slid himself down to the opening between my legs. It was slick and swollen from the orgasm I had so unwillingly gave into. I screamed again, cursing him to hell, begging for death. I screamed Edward's name over and over, if he were anywhere close he would hear me I thought, he would save me from this.

In one quick thrust, without hesitating at all, he forced himself into me. A sharp tearing pain shot through my body, I screamed and pushed against him but he wasn't slowing down. His hands gripped my breast roughly, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. He was rocking back and forth faster and harder with each push. He moved one of his hands down to my hip and lifted my leg so it was wrapped around him, moving even deeper inside me. The pain was intense, but it was quickly fading into unnerving ecstasy.

The pressure was building again, electric shocks of pleasure were radiating up my body every time he pushed into me. I clawed my hands down his back and pushed my hips against his. The forces from his thrusts were threatening to shatter me into pieces. With a final hard push he let out a primal growl that vibrated through the empty house. James collapsed against me; his cool hard skin was shocking against the heat of my body, like being splashed with ice water.

Convulsions started deep inside of me, shock was setting in.

I gasped for breath between sobs, trying to sort out the feelings in my mind. It took every ounce of strength in my body to keep Edwards face in my mind while James manipulated my body into enjoyment.

My breath caught in my throat as he slipped out from inside of me. James eyes were refocusing, registering my naked body, sprawled out in front of him.

I rolled onto my stomach and curled up into myself. My world was crashing down around me. It felt like I had been hurled off a ten-story building, bruises were erupting like red a blue flowers across my skin.

James settled on the bed behind me, wrapping his body around mine. He ran his fingers through my hair, calming my cries. I begged for sleep, wishing for the blessed unconsciousness it offered. Just as my brain was slipping away, plunging me into a dead sleep, I heard him whisper.

"I'm sorry."