Author's Note: Hello loves, i woke up this morning to see oodles of new reviews and new people having joined the Inhibited fan-club! Super excited to see more people enjoying the story. I kinda feel bad that this update is dark, and unpleasant. WARNING: dark themes ahead, it's not pretty - James is involved so...guaranteed not to be pretty. Sorry in advance if this doesn't sit well with anyone. I do however appreciate the reviews and hope you continue to finish out the story. Note: there will a New Moon adaptation as well for this series once the Twilight part is over.

~breaiden0413

Sixteen

My head drummed painfully, as I opened my eyes I winced at the light.

"Bout time you woke up sleepy head,"

The voice sent cold chills down my spine. Turning slightly I saw James sitting causally in a sofa chair. If I wasn't terrified out of my mind I'd almost muse it was normal looking. Save for the diamond-like facets glittering off his face from the sunlight.

"Almost thought I had killed you, you didn't wake up for a while, I guess all that running around, tired you out." He mused.

He was calm, but his eyes glittered with an eerie excitement that made me sick. Looking around I immediately recognized it as Renee's house.

"Recognize where you are? Good."

He was instantly in front of me crouched at eye level. I tried to scoot back to gain some distance from him, but an iron grip tightening painfully on my leg kept me in place.

"Ah-ah, no running from me princess. Your time for running came to end the moment the animal drinkers let you be by yourself."

I swallow around the gag that was in my mouth, I was aware my arms were tied behind my back with some form of rope, it was coarse and bit into my skin painfully. He dragged me right to his face by my ankle, his face so close to mine - I could smell his breath, I turned my head.

"Don't worry princess, I won't muss you up – much,"

Much to my horror I felt tears roll down my cheeks and he chuckled. He returned to his spot on the sofa chair.

"Nice place your mom has. Although I can't imagine you and your mom have a very good relationship considering your little incident in California."

My eyes widened in horror.

"Oh yes I know all about the little beach house party mishap. Your dear old mum doesn't keep her files locked up properly." He said tapping the manila folder on the table.

My eyes were drawn to the folder.

"Bit of mess wasn't that? I can see it left scars…"

His eyes traveled over my body, my stomach rolled at the thought. He snickered.

"Oh yes I'll have some fun with you. But first to dial up sister dearest. They've had enough time to stew over your disappearance. Be a doll and shut up while I'm on the phone."

James, had dialed up Bella using the recording of mom's frantic voice from one our old ballet videos. The thought made me sick, Bella had answered it seemed and that's where James got to work. His voice was smooth and inviting, much like a nasty snake-like car salesman. I tried to listen in, apparently the group was still in Phoenix, waiting for Edward and company's plane to land.

James approached me phone still in hand and crouched in front of me, a sick shit-eating grin on his face.

"And do try and hurry Bella we haven't got all day. And I'm incredibly bored here waiting for you. I may have to find some way of entertaining myself…"

A quickly flick of his wrist against my ankle and a sickening snap I bit down on the gag and screamed in pain. James let her listen to me crying before hanging up.

"There now, that was quite dramatic if I do say so myself, now then, so you don't cause any trouble…"

Another smack to my head and the world was dark around me once more.

Head still pounding my eyes opened to a different room, yet still eerily familiar as I took in my surroundings. However with painstaking clarity I realized the video camcorder in the corner of the room, the red light on mocking me, he was recording me. He didn't leave me to wonder on my own for long though, he came into the small room I was being held captive in seconds later.

"Oh good, you see my little project. A little memento to remember our time together." He said gleefully tapping the camcorder.

Turning to look at me fully, tears down my cheeks, mussed up and ankle throbbing I daresay he looked pleased with himself. His eyes took on the same predatory gleam they held back on the baseball field. I swallowed back the bile that rose in my throat as I tried to scoot away from him, tears falling traitorously from my eyes. It only seemed to spur him on…

"Do try and behave, it won't hurt much…then again maybe it will…I've never had any such fun with a human." His smile widening as I widened my eyes in horror.

I shook my head, trying to reel back from him as his hand ghosted against my cheek, down my throat, over my collarbone and down across my body, seemingly relishing the way my body flinched from his touch. Although he and the Cullen family were the same body temperature, I felt none of the warmth from him. He was cold, icy and physically made me ill.

He laughed at my discomfort and as he got closer, I had my mind travel someplace else. Somewhere I didn't his icy touch sear my skin, where I didn't hear his laughter at my pain and mortification I felt. Where I didn't feel his nails slice in to my skin, spurring him on.

Somehow I was granted reprieve as his phone rang some time later, I wasn't sure how long it had been. Tossing me to the side, he answered, and his face grew.

"That was quick Bella, I'm sure you know where the dance studio is don't you? Don't make us wait,"

With that he disconnected the phone and turned to where I was curled up on the floor, I was a mess. Pieces of the shirt and sweats I had worn were strewn across of the room. I hurt everywhere, my ankle especially, but he wasn't especially gentle, nor was he kind when I resisted. Cuts and bruises littered my body. And although I was bleeding he didn't seem too perturbed by it. Through the pain and tears I realized he had shut off the camcorder and was in the midst of disassembling it.

"Try not to take it personally, but there was one other who affected me the way your sister does to her blood drinker. She was stolen away from me before I got a taste, imagine my surprise when I saw her in the field. I guess this is just a way of playing, you do understand don't you?"

His voice was light and friendly but his eyes were dark and taunting. Before I could blink was sent flying into a mirror in the back of the room, pain exploded across my back and body as I screamed behind my gag. The metallic taste of blood entered my mouth and flooded my senses. He was gone when blinked again, camcorder and tripod gone with him.

Head rolling in pain, I struggled to sit up, my skin painful being cut from the shattered glass shards around me. Realizing that the shards were sharp, I grabbed one in my hands, wincing as it cut into my hands as I tried to saw the ropes binding my hands. Eventually they did cut free and my hands and fingers tingled with pin and needles as blood surged back into them. I could feel my leg throb as I heard voices from the other room…Bella was here.

Looking around for anything that I could use to cover myself I saw a shirt and pair of shorts in the corner. I didn't know if James had brought them or if they were left by the owners of the ballet studio but I sent a quick thanks to whatever deity was listening and attempted to pull them on. The shirt was a fair bit easier than the shorts, lifting my broken ankle was so painful I nearly passed out. Trying to bite back my pain, I lifted myself up onto my good leg, trying to not to jostle my bad ankle, I used the walls to hold myself up as I dragged myself to where I heard the familiar sounds of glass shattering. James seemed to be preoccupied as I dragged myself to Bella she was lying on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding her, blood staining her white shirt. She was drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Bella," my voice croaked.

I collapsed on the ground by her, trying to shake her awake. Her eyes flickered to me barely registering I was there.

"We need to go,"

Something cold and hard wrapped around my throat, nearly crushing my ability to breathe. I was brought to startling maroon/blood red eyes of James. They were alight, gleeful and full of blood-lust.

"Not going anywhere princess,"

A swift toss of his hand and I was tossed -airborne - away from Bella, into another set of mirrors, shattering around me. Pain exploded again everywhere. Through blurry eyes I saw Edward arrive vengeful and absolutely furious at the sight of Bella. My chest hurt with every breath I tried to take, I consciousness drifting, fading. Again for the third time…my world went black…pain and exhaustion overtaking me.