A/N: I just want to say a massive thank you to all those still reading this chapter, so i'm trying to get some of Alyssa's back story and i think i'm actually opening more questions than clearing them up. I want to finish this story line, carry on with the story but with other problems, but i really need the back story. So i hope you enjoy this chapter. Its my longest chapter yet :)

~Lovelife xx

Soundtrack-James Arthur-Sweet Dreams.

Gabriel Bruce-Sleep Paralysis.

Warning: Dark themes, child abuse, rape, torture, abuse.

You can't run from the past

The full moon.

To a human, means nothing. To a Vampire, well they feel a little bit stronger. To a wolf, if means they lose control of themselves and transform into a monster, unless they have an anchor. But to a witch, the moon is their base. If the moon is not in its correct form then their magic can turn against them. Every witch knows which days they should work magic. For full effects of a spell you always do it on the full moon. You draw a pentagram and work within it so that the magic does not escape and any side effects are kept confined. The pentagram is only negative when inverted.

Despite what people believe a pentagram is a symbol used for protection against evil, it is also known to called the endless knot. During magic you draw a pentagram to protect yourself against evil. Any witch knows that.

But these four teenagers were not witches. They were not experience and they had drew the pentagram inverted, calling to the dark spirits and black magic. These four teenagers who had made their way into the woods on a full moon, drew an inverted pentagram and was doing black magic. All because they heard a story, a story of how you could become a werewolf through witchcraft. The story of a spell that could turn people into werewolves and they could travel to Hell to fight against Dark witches.

And through this story, myth, lore. They let dark magic into the world, dark magic that killed the teenagers and left a small child, a toddler, ruined.

A human two year old, who had got lost in the woods, on a full moon. Her family searching for her. She wandered over to the teenagers, mutilated bodies and virgin blood soaking the ground, a small shuffle over the inverted pentagram on the floor. It was released. And through this dark magic, she was no longer fully human.

More than a human. More than a werewolf. She was something new. Not a wolf, not a human. More powerful than a hybrid should be.

Silver eyes, wolf healing with human scaring. A stronger calling to the moon. Disasters that would occur while she was pissed.

Authority.

Power.

Black magic streaming through her veins, fighting with the werewolf genes.

A mix of three,

She's a wolf,

With some human still left,

And Wicked magic.

Fighting for control against things she didn't know.

Thinking back, it was a stupid idea. Walking alone into a cave full of deadly werewolves that wanted to sink their teeth into her and rip out your organs through your mouth. Not the smartest thing she had ever done, but when did she ever do anything rational.

Alyssa Hale, rational? Never!

Walking into the caves affected her more than she was expecting. This was it, blood still stained the walls. She could still hear the screams echoing, the smell of burning flesh. Darkness hung from every inch on the small opening cave. The deep groves of forced shoe heels covered the dirty floor. If she looked closely she would see bits of body, skin, nails, hair and eyelids.

She swallowed down the bile that crept in her throat, she would not throw up, she would not cry. Not in this place, this place would never break her again. She continued through the caves.

She saw the chains.

And she froze.

Memories bombarded her. Just like the house fire, when she remembered who she was, the only difference these were the memories she shoved into the back of her mind and buried them dead under every other weakness.

Subconsciously she rubbed her wrists. Her hand ghosted over her stomach, her shoulders. Picturing the scars easily in her mind, a constant reminder that even though she didn't know who she was, bad luck always came to the Hales.

They were creeping into her mind, edging in. Those fucking memories, they hit her. And she couldn't protect herself from them.

She never could.

"Come on sweetie, show us those pretty silver eyes"

The hunter, Rick was it. Michael. She didn't know, she had lost count at how many had come and gone. They would come to flock around her, they would laugh as she screamed, they loved to see her hurt, they got off as she bled and cried.

She tried to choke down the cry of pain as he bit her neck harshly, causing the skin to break and blood to drip down her cleavage. His tongue make one continuous lick and as he followed the line of blood. Yes this was Rick. So that was Michael in the corner, jerking himself off and the sight of her chained up bleeding and screaming while Rick licked her.

"Fuck you" her voice sounded hoarse and weak.

The wolfsbane laced chain was pulled tighter, scorching her skin, there was only a few layers of skin left, she could feel the chain rubbing closer to the bone with each pull.

Violently the chain was pulled from her body and she gasped from the pain and also relief.

Usually he would come back with a 'that was the plan, whore' or he would just give her that twisted smirk of his, showing too much teeth, grab a knife and go down.

But he didn't.

He gave the smirk, yes. But he moved, to the girl across the room from Alyssa. There was a total of seven of them in these caves, but the others were in the other caves at the moment, they changed them around sometimes. They all endured the torture and even though the techniques were different with each girl, everyone of them had been virgins before they were taken, now, well now they weren't. The eldest girls were the twins, Jo and Phyllis, they were nineteen, both blonde, both stunning, both been here since they were fourteen. They were both strong, trying to hold their tears, never screaming, but she had heard them at night. When the torture was over for the day and then huddle together, comforting each other. Then it would start again and they wouldn't make a sound. They were twins, beautiful twins, you could say that the hunters gave them 'special' attention. They were human

Next was Rachael. The physical pain never bothering her, but the emotional, the mental torture they inflicted on this girl was enough to send anyone insane. She was once beautiful, her mind, her soul, she had intelligence that put Stephen Hawking to shame. Seventeen year old human Rachael with bright blue eyes and natural cherry red hair. Boobs to die for, and Naberius certainly enjoyed them. She would have been famous, known everywhere for her imagination, she would have won awards. Not any more, they had ruined her, made her insane. Broke her in more ways that one. They corrupt her mind, she was no longer winning awards, she was screaming at things that were not there.

Amber was sixteen,human, and before the malnourishment she was the real life Rapunzel with radiant blonde hair that fell mid thigh. It glowed and shone in the light, as she walked it would dance around her, hypnotising every man as she walked. Of course she was beautiful as they all were, she could have been a model. Well she could have before the damaged her spine, she can't walk any more. No more twirling on the dancefloor, she didn't scream any more. She had retreated into her own mind, she didn't react, she was gone. Broken was an understatement.

Next was fourteen year old Kennedy, vibrant blue eyes that sparkled with mischief, brilliant blonde hair that shone. Well that would have been before this place messed her up. Kennedy was the only other supernatural creature in the caves, she was a Nephilim, part Human and part Angel. And Gordon knew that, how he got his hands on an angel blade, will never be known. He had even managed to get some holy fire, slowly bleeding the little grace she had out of her. She screamed and shouted but she never begged, she would not beg, she would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her beg. But she was dying, of at least the angel in her was dying. The light was gradually leaving her eyes. They robbed part of who she was.

Then there was the youngest, This girl, didn't know of the supernatural, she didn't know that these were hunters that had gone mad with power and were fucked in the head.

Billie her name was, and she was only nine.

And while Alyssa was only thirteen herself, barely a teenager, she could not watch this psychopath hurt this child.

He would not hurt Blillie, this little girl who had frightened wide brown eyes and a mop of curly dark brown hair. She was a sweet looking girl, innocent, until this. Of course she couldn't save Billie from everything, but fuck if she was going to let this bastard torture this girl in that way. Billie sobbed as he began to undo the button on her jeans, yes she still had jeans on, unlike Alyssa who was wearing just dirty and ripped bra and panties.

"Stop!" Alyssa's scratchy voice called through the cave.

Looking her straight in the eye Rick smirk, an eyebrow raised. Saying he looked smug would be an understatement.

"You got something to say, dog?" His voice taunting.

With a sigh and a disgusted look she met his eyes, refusing to look away.

"Me. Take me, just leave her alone" A hint of desperation leaked into her voice.

He stepped towards her, cold hands slick with blood cupped her ass cheeks, he thrust against her and dug his nails into to her flesh, drawing blood.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

Her panties were ripped.

"Scream for me baby"

She held her screams, as he forced himself violently into her. His fingers digging into the wounds on her stomach. Tears slipped from her eyes as he dragged a knife down her sides, each slit matching his cock, as it pounded into her. His teeth scraping her neck, covering her with bite marks, well more than there already was.

She looked to Michael, he was virouslusly wanking, his hand attacking his cock

She met Billies eyes, and looked away ashamed.

Then she looked down, his face was pressed hard into her cleavage, his stubble rubbing against her raw skin. His left hand dropped to his side, looking at it she gasped.

Knuckle Dusters.

Eyes widening in fear, she looked back to him, expecting to see his face still pressed into her, instead, his eyes darkened with lust, hatred, evil, staring back at her with amusement. A sinister laugh escaped his swollen lips, he pushed into her whole harder, with a force and speed that put even a werewolf to shame. He leant closer and he whispered into her ear.

"Its laced with wolfsbane baby"

The ruff, sharp metal torn into her clitoris as he shoved his knuckles into her. Blood, sweat and cum thick in the air.

The knuckles duster shredding up her clitoris.

His cock ripping her insides.

She couldn't hold it back.

She screamed,

Then blacked out.

"Glad you made it Alyssa. Its a shame you didn't die here last time"

Spinning around she locked silver eyes with Adrian's red,

and lunged.