Disclaimer: I do not, nor will ever, own the Twilight Saga, or any of its characters and plots.


TW: This story will contain references to child abuse (physical, mental, sexual), self-harm, and suicide attempts (both past and present).

There will also be themes of rape and dubious consent (dubcon), as well as consensual sexual scenes between teenagers. If this bothers you, I recommend not reading further.


Warning: Brief smut towards the end of this chapter.


Ash

The drive to his house was tense and silent, and Ash couldn't think of anything to say to break it. By the time Edward pulled into his driveway, Ash just wanted to escape their presence altogether.

"If you think we're leaving you alone right now…"

Edward's tone was harsh, and he didn't finish the sentence, barely glancing at Ash, who had flinched at his tone. He really didn't want to do this, but he couldn't imagine putting any of the others through it.

The harshness of Edward's voice worried him. He knew that he wouldn't hurt them – at least, not physically – but he still felt the stirrings of dread as they reached the porch. His father had always made him unlock the door himself before he was shoved against the wall, the pain that followed not fading for days afterwards.

Still… still, Ash unlocked the door, pushing it open. Memories that he would rather forget leaked into his mind, and he stood there silently, staring into the dark house. How many times had he had to scrub his own blood off those walls, off that laminate floor?

He looked down at his chipped fingernails. Someone had been biting them again… most likely Izzy. He really did not want to step foot into his own house, and how pathetic was that? He really felt like he was going to be sick.

Edward stepped past him, walking freely into the house without looking back. As he went, he flicked on lights, making it just a bit more bearable for Ash to step inside. He slowly walked inside, keeping his eyes down and away from the two vampires he could feel watching him.

When the phone rang, breaking the eerie silence that had fell after Jasper had shut the door, he flinched.

"Collins' residence." He said into the receiver, staring at the wall directly behind Edward.

"Ilyssa, my baby girl, we miss you so much!"

His mother's voice came over the end. His hand tightened around the receiver, the urge to completely ruin whatever façade she was putting up rushing through him. In the end, however, he forced a cheerful smile to his face.

"Mom! It's so nice to hear from you!"

His voice was too happy. He couldn't remember ever sounding like that outside of playing her games. She laughed.

"Oh, love, how is everything?"

He flinched at the pet name, unbidden memories involving a certain red-eyed vampire filtering through his mind.

"It's wonderful! Charlotte – you remember Char, right – has been staying over a lot to keep me from getting lonely."

He pulled the name from somewhere, probably something to do with Jasper since his eyes widened a bit.

"Oh, and Whimsy is doing well!"

Actually, he hadn't seen the cat for weeks now. Was she still here?

"Well, your dad and I will be coming home soon. Isn't that wonderful? We should be back before Christmas, so we can spend the holidays together."

Ash nearly dropped the receiver, the dread becoming about ten times worse.

Christmas was always the worst time of the year, as his parents attempted to show him off to dozens of rich friends. If he didn't comply with their every wish, the consequences were worse than the original torment of being paraded around like a show dog.

"That's wonderful, Mom." He said, hoping the panic rushing through him wasn't as apparent to her as it was to him.

"Alright, dear. I love you!"

He had to say the words. He didn't have to mean them, but he had to pretend. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't get those specific words to come out.

"I-I'll see you soon." He murmured instead, hanging up the receiver quickly.

A part of him wanted to sink to the ground, to curl up into a ball, and to cry until no more tears would come. He pushed away that desire. In fact, he pushed away all of the dread forming inside of him, blinking away the tears that blurred his vision.

In the back of his mind, Izzy was panicking, running through their mother's words over and over again. His eyes fell on the pack of cigarettes either Eden or Onyx had left lying on the counter. They really needed to pick up after themselves. The house needed to be spotless.

Tomorrow, he decided.

He turned, walking from the kitchen. He was planning on going to bed, but as he reached the top of the stairs on the third floor, he paused, looking at the cracked door. Edward and Jasper paused behind him, and he felt Jasper's hand brush against his. Curiosity got the better of him. He pushed open the door, flicking on the light.

"Oh." He gasped, looking around.

Dozens and dozens of paintings and drawings lined the walls, some of his own creation. What caught his attention, however, was the open sketchbook lying carelessly on the ground. Damien stood over their fifteen-year-old self, his eyes cold and unforgiving.

Who could ever love you?

His voice echoed through Ash's mind, taunting him. It was one of the few memories that he shared with all of the others. A chill ran down his spine.

"I'm sorry." He blurted out, looking away from the sketch.

He turned to Edward and Jasper, both of whom stood in the hallway, looking at him silently.

"Whatever I did to hurt you, I'm sorry."

He really didn't understand. He knew someone had attempted suicide, but it wasn't him. Why were they angry with him?

Edward broke first, a sigh leaving his lips as he moved forward, embracing Ash gently.

"No, I am sorry. You don't need to apologize for anything." He murmured into Ash's hair, his arms tight around his shoulders.

Ash relaxed against him, his eyes closing automatically.


Izzy

She pulled away from Edward, her eyes flickering up to the ceiling when she heard a loud boom of thunder.

"It's raining." She said quietly, looking around the room.

Her eyes fell on a fallen sketchbook, and she froze up, staring at the familiar face.

"Eden told you about him, didn't she?" She asked, walking across the room, and picking up the book.

Her fingers ran lightly over the sketch, tracing the lines that portrayed exactly what it had looked like that day.

"Yes."

There was an odd note in Jasper's voice, one bordering on jealousy if she wasn't mistaken. She flipped back, ignoring the blatantly sexual ones. That left only the first one Eden had drawn; the very first day they'd met him.

She studied the sketch, the lines that were not quite as accurate as Eden had probably made them out to be. Edward and Jasper deserved to know the truth.

"What do you mean?" Edward asked, and she looked up at him.

She sighed, turning, and stowing the book on top of the others.

"Our first meeting wasn't quite as enchanting as Eden probably made it sound. He found us much like you'd probably did yesterday." She admitted, her voice quiet.

"Someone tried to kill themselves." Jasper filled in, his eyes filled with gentleness.

Izzy's lips twisted in a parody of a smile. It felt more like a grimace.

"I did." She confirmed, dropping her eyes to the ground. "Fortunately, he'd smelled the blood long before I should've been hospitalized. For some reason, he took pity on me, and decided to heal us."

She shook her head, her fingers absently moving to one of the deepest cuts on her wrist, parallel to the new one.

"He saved you." Edward said, his tone carefully blank.

She smiled, the memory of that day playing over in her mind. Then, her smile faded, the reality of the situation hitting her.

"Of course, it was all so he could brainwash me into being his pet." She whispered, hatred moving through her.

Yet she couldn't completely drown out the small whisper of what if in the back of her mind. She looked up at them.

"Who was it that tried to commit suicide?" She asked suddenly, pushing aside the current conversation.

They traded a glance.

"From what I could tell, it was Onyx who tried after we had left to hunt whilst they were asleep. They must've woken up when we were gone." Jasper said, a frown pulling his lips down.

Izzy walked forward, pulling them both into a hug.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "We shouldn't have to be watched like some sort of toddler. I-I am sorry you had to taste my blood for the first, and second, time."

"Your safety is more important than our diet, Izzy." Edward murmured, running his fingers through her hair.

His words made her feel warm inside, and she couldn't help but to pull his mouth down to hers.

"Eden told me what you did to her." She murmured, pulling back to breathe.

His amber eyes watched her, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah?" Jasper asked, reaching out and placing his hands on her hips, pressing up against her back.

"Mhm. She told me all about how you took her in this very room, on the floor, and against the wall, and then in the shower."

She kept her voice low, looking up into Edward's eyes. She stepped forward, pressing herself against him. Jasper moved with her, sandwiching her between them.

"What are you going to do about it?" Edward asked, his voice low and taunting.

Her eyes lit up playfully, and her hand drifted down his chest.

"Well, I suppose we ought to remedy the situation, don't you think? It's entirely unfair that she can have such wonderful memories when I don't." She murmured, slipping her hand over the front of his jeans. "Or do you want me to beg?"

His eyes darkened quickly, and her pants and underwear were gone in the next second, his fingers between her legs. It was safe to say, if not for Jasper holding her, she would've collapsed at the sudden movements. Her head fell back on Jasper's shoulder, a moan falling from her lips.

"Inside." She gasped, and Edward smirked, pressing against her.

Jasper chuckled as Edward slammed into her, so hard that she felt her stomach tremble in response. He moved, biting her neck as hard as he could without drawing blood. He began to suck her skin the next moment, while she moaned and writhed against them. One of his hands moved from her hips, his fingers roughly playing with her clit.

Edward ripped her shirt off, pulling her bra from her body and revealing her breasts to him. She came around him when he bit her nipple, but their ministrations barely paused.

"Get her on her knees, Ed." Jasper murmured against her neck, and she was pushed down, flipped around in an instant.

Jasper kneeled in front of her, his smirk dark and dangerous.

"You wouldn't dare." She spoke through moans as Edward continued to fuck her from behind.

Jasper unzipping his pants was her response, one of his hands grabbing her jaw loosely and the other removing his hard penis from his pants. She barely had time to open her mouth before he pressed forward, the head of his penis touching the back of her throat.

In and out he moved, his thrusts almost as rough as Edward's. She moaned around him as they used her, filling her up from both ends. She came twice more before they did, Edward filling up her cunt with his essence, and Jasper slamming his dick down her throat, the warm seed that filled her mouth making her moan.

His cum dribbled down her chin when he pulled out, and she smirked, licking her lips. His eyes darkened at the sight, his member hardening again.

She didn't get much sleep that night.