DISCLAIMER: I GOT NOTHING.

I don't think I'll be held inside an ordinary cell
Am I the escape or
Am I the escape artist?
I know it's just a question of details

Or one of
Denial.
Could all of this trip wire
Cut so easy?

We'll just see

Cut the alarm before the
Motion sets off its sensors
We move in silence now
We guard our secrets with our lives
And cover our tracks so we are
Protected from surveillance
We move in silence now
We lead ourselves into the fight

-I Light My Own Fires Now - Dashboard Confessional.

An odd strangling noise escaped from her throat.

"A--- what?!" she managed to half choke out.

Smooth, Bella. Really smooth. You'll get the Oscar for sure with that performance.

Jacob's hold on her arms grew impossibly tighter. They were growing numb already, a weird tingling sensation flowing through them like an electric current. She kept her lids firmly shut, not wanting to risk opening them and meeting his menacing glare, knowing he'd be able to read the pain clearly in hers.

"A bloodsucker, Bells. You smell like a fucking bloodsucker. Now, why do you suppose that is?" He shook her a little as if to prove his point. Though, she was fairly sure his point had yet to be made.

"Er, I'm not sure, Jake," she responded pathetically.

He pulled back from her roughly, still managing to keep a firm grip on her. She could feel him peering into her face, beer reeking from his breath as he breathed raggedly down on her.

Already? Fuck. Well, I guess it is five o' clock somewhere.

She bit back a laugh.

"Something funny there, Bells? Some joke you want to let me in on? How about sharing? Maybe I could go for a laugh too, ever think of that?"

Guess I didn't hide that one too well.

"No, Jacob. Nothing's funny at all. Just wondering how you managed to be half in the bag this early."

She moved to turn away from him, and for a brief moment she thought he was actually going to let her go. His hand slackened on her left arm.

SMACK!

The sound reverberated easily through the small cramped space of the kitchen. She never even saw it coming.

Staggering backwards until her backside came in sharp contact with the oven doors, she grabbed at her throbbing cheek. Glaring up at him through narrowed eyes, her insides seethed.

How fucking DARE he?! she raged internally. After the fucking day I've had, he's going to fucking hit me? Screw this. Screw him. I'm done.

She tried fruitlessly to jerk loose of the hold he still had on her, but his iron grip was unrelenting. He dragged her forward effortlessly until her body was pressed against his own.

"What the fuck you thinkin', Bella? Questioning me like you're my damn mother. I'm the fucking man, here!"

"God forbid someone question your actions, dear," she threw back at him, throwing any sense of self preservation she normally had right along with it.

Hello Anger. Meet Death Wish. You two ought to get along nicely.

She was prepared this time and braced herself for the impact that was sure to come as a result of her words.

He didn't disappoint.

He rarely did when it came to this.

Landing another open palmed smack on her already stinging cheek, he laughed cruelly at her sharp intact of breath.

"Act like a bitch, get slapped like one. Honestly, Honey, you should know this by now."

"That I should," she answered quietly.

The movement was so swift, it caught her off guard. Jacob's hand was little more than a blur of movement through the air before it connected with it's target, the sound of skin hitting skin was powerful and rang in her ears, making her see red. Half crocked or not, Jacob's aim was impeccable. Her cheek prickled annoyingly from the repeat blows to it.

She glared up at him defiantly through streaming eyes. "If you're going to keep using me as your punching bag, would you mind picking another spot? I think you've pretty much covered that one."

He answered with another malicious blow to her already stinging face.

Apparently not.

Shaking her ruthlessly again, he lowered his face until he was eye level with hers.

"Want to hit me back, don't you? I'll give you one. Go on! Take your best shot," he sneered at her.

"No, Jake. I wouldn't do that. That'd just be cruel."

Number Five.

"You're right, it would. Now, how about telling me why you smell like a fucking vampire?"

"I'm not sure, Jacob. Maybe it's your sinuses? When's the last time you saw a doctor?" Before he could stop her, she went on. "Not to mention, when's the last time you got a good whiff of yourself? You're not smelling the sweetest either there, Darling."

Judging by the power behind Number Six, Jacob was inclined to disagree with that statement.

She probably should start biting her tongue. Any time now if she wanted to feel this side of her face for the next week. The skin was already pulling taut, a dull fire burning through it, tightening as it went. There would be swelling for sure tomorrow, if it hadn't started already.

"Do I look stupid?" he asked, low and dangerous.

Silence.

Hello, Number Seven.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" He was taunting her now, actually turned on by her talking back to him. She had a gut feeling this was just going to be all the more worse for her in the long run. But damn it all, that filter that was normally firmly in place between her brain and her mouth seemed like it had gotten up and strolled off down the street.

She hesitated too long in her answer for his liking. He didn't hesitate nailing her with Number Eight.

Okay, this was getting ridiculous. She had completely lost all feeling in her right arm by this point and her left cheek was now of fire. It was time to defuse the situation. Quickly.

Ever the master mind, Jacob was one step ahead of her.

"Finish dinner. You and I will finish this later," he said, indicating the lack of space between them. "Understand? Oh, and while you're at it - make sure to wash that God awful smell off you. The whole place reeks of that shit, just like those fucking leeches. It's making me sick to my damn stomach." With that, he finally released her and turned away. No doubt heading to get another beer and then plop down on the couch in front of the TV until dinner was done.

Fucking King Tut over there, she thought bitterly.

Turning back towards the stove, she muttered under her breath: "Better to smell like leech than wet dog...."

The pan holding the hot grease and steaks was suddenly wrenched from the stove in front of her, and brought threateningly over her head. Hardly daring to breath, she froze on the spot immediately, willing or restraining herself from making any sudden movements. She was still planning her best course of action when Jacob's mouth leaned down toward her ear, causing an unnatural shiver to run down her spine. Clenching her fists down at her sides, she squeezed her eyes firmly shut.

"Care to repeat that, LOVE?"

A/N: Keep your eyes peeled for some outtakes that should be posted up shortly (as in the next day or so) as a seperate story. As of right now, they're going to be incredibly raw, incredibly unedited and not all from Bella's POV.

Hopefully, they'll answer some questions as well as give some insight to what other's are thinking aside from Bella. That's the plan anyways.

As always, thanks to LizBit and RayneKaplan and of course, EVERYONE who reviews. You guys keep me writing like a fool. I'm going to have to start looking up some new show tunes. I've exhausted all the time honored favorites thanks to you all.