Warnings; This fic is set in an AU and does not have any canon couples or situations. This whole story is simply a work of my imagination, using our favourite characters! This will be a dark fic. It will feature a poly relationship and it will have threesome action. It is rated M for a reason and is for ADULT (Over eighteen) entertainment ONLY. There will be descriptive violence, gore and disturbing behaviour. DO NOT SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!
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A/N; This update has taken me forever – sorry! But real life is not so good for me at the moment so it's been hard to find time to write at all. Hope you are all still reading this fic..? The last chapter had very few reviews – six to be exact- so I am left wondering if I have lost my readers or if the last chapter just wasn't worth reviewing? People if you read my fic please review! Even if its one word I will appreciate it more than you know. Thank you to all of you for you support and some very kind comments on the story as a whole. I'm glad I make some people happy.
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Warnings; Chapter ahead contains mentions of torture and rape, debasement of women and violent death and gore. Graphic language and swearing. Not for the faint hearted! NU18.
Chapter six – Revelations.
Fear tightened her stomach into knots; her heart was racing wildly and refused to let up despite the passing minutes.
He didn't speak. She thanked God for that small mercy. He did glance in the rear view mirror often, a lewd grin touching his stern features sickeningly.
The cable tie that bound her wrists cut into the soft flesh of her wrists, a small trickle of blood running into the palm of her hand. With every small jolt of the car the cable tie dug deeper causing Bella a slow burning pain. Her ankles were not tied as tightly and she could wiggle them to and fro slightly giving her some hope of getting it off if she was given some time alone.
Where were her vampires when she needed them?
What had he done to Frank? Oh god Frank...
A tear escaped and slid down her cheek as she contemplated his possible fate as this madman's hands. He was an extremely violent and sick man, capable of grotesque acts of savagery. Bella shuddered and a cold sense of gloom settled into her stomach as the images she had seen on his case file flashed before her minds eye.
Was this really it? Was she going to die at this sick murderer's hands?
What about the mystery of who killed her mother? Would anyone ever solve it if she were gone? Would anyone even care? Probably not, she admitted to herself.
It seemed as if they had been driving for hours when the car came to a halt suddenly on what sounded like a dirt road, the sound of gravel crunching under the tyres a dead give away.
Bella's heart stopped and her stomach clenched down hard with fear and desperation.
What was he going to do to her?
The madman got out and closed his door, walking slowly to the back door his eyes fixed on Bella's prone figure. He could see her fear, written plainly in her wide, dark lashed chocolate brown eyes.
It gave him great pleasure.
He was going to enjoy the next few hours – or days –depending on how long he decided to drag her death out for. She was a tasty piece if ever he had seen one; so ripe and lovely, it would add so much more to his ultimate pleasure to break her and make her scream in pain. She was helpless and her fear fed his need to see more fear darken her beautiful features.
Torture was a very fine art, he knew. A body could take a huge amount of pain and blood loss before succumbing to death's oblivion. Women by their very natures were the weaker sex and didn't last as long, but what he had planned for Bella Swan would make her pain immense and her degradation complete. It wouldn't have to take as long for him to gain revenge and satisfaction.
He opened the door and lifted her slim but curvaceous body off the seat roughly, he smiled in satisfaction as he noticed her blood smeared wrists and hands.
Still he didn't speak.
He lifted and carried her bodily towards a shack made of wood. It was concealed from immediate view by the thick trees surrounding it. It looked like a hunters hideout, stark, made for shelter not luxury.
Bella didn't struggle; she was trying to think of anyway to get away from him. But there seemed to be no easy escape. He placed her on her feet for an instant as he pushed the creaking door open to reveal a small one roomed space, unfurnished except for a bed with tatty sheets, which were stained with suspiciously dark brown marks.
Bella's experienced eye had no trouble identifying those particular stains.
Blood.
For the first time Bella fought him, struggling violently, refusing to be placed on the bed, which had obviously been used to butcher previous victims.
The cable ties cut even more deeply into her already torn flesh, but still she fought him.
But it was in vain. His superior strength was the deciding factor and finally Bella was thrown onto the offending darkly stained surface, tears now running freely down her pale cheeks. A scream of pure revulsion left her lips which earned her a swift cutting blow to the right side of her face, a large gash appearing instantly, leaking blood down her cheek.
"Shut up you bitch!" The madman said, his voice a snarl.
As she lay there stunned momentarily, her vision began to blur again. Just as it had when she had been hunting with Jasper and Edwards, the edges of her sight got fuzzy and then it receded only to blind her completely for a second before disappearing again. Bella shook her head trying to dispel the strange sensation.
"Stay the fuck put, bitch." The madman ordered.
Bella nodded and at his murderous expression answered swiftly; "Yes."
Her lips were so dry she had to force the word out, her voice rough.
"You are a fast learner. It's a pity I'm gonna fucking gut you – its such a waste really." He sneered evilly as her expression of abject fear at his cruel words. "But don't worry, we are gonna have us some fun before we get to the cutting, wouldn't want to fuck you when you are all cut up."
Bella stifled another scream, her sight blurring yet again as she stared at the murderous bastard before her.
A feeling of fear mingled with anger as she thought about his words. He meant to rape her she realized.
Where was Jasper? Bella thought desperately. Where was Edward? Had they lied to her all along? Why were they allowing her to be treated this way?
A sob escaped unbidden through her lips and the madman grinned in pleasure, he fed off the fear of his victims, it was his manna.
He disappeared thought the open door momentarily, returning almost instantly with a folded leather case. He closed and locked the door, sliding the bolt home with a finality that made Bella want to scream and beg.
She forced herself to appear calm. Her training as a police officer came into play now as she realized that she needed to play this sick bustard and do her best to escape. The thought made her sick to her stomach.
" Please untie me." She said, speaking for the first time.
"Now why would I go and do a stupid thing like that?" the madman asked studying her prone body suggestively.
He placed the leather case on a small wooden table besides the bed, opening it to reveal an arsenal of tool, which were obviously designed for torture.
Bella swallowed her fear and forced a smile onto her lips and blinking back the tears, which filled her eyes.
"Because I can't fuck you like this." She said trying to sit up and barely managing.
She averted her eyes from his insane light blue eyes and licked her lips teasingly.
"I'm much more useful untied." Bella held out her hands as she spoke and traced a finger along the very obvious and prominent erection straining at his denim jeans. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat and forced herself to continue.
As she tilted her head to look up at him, her vision blurred yet again, this time far worse, her sight disappearing completely for a while.
What was happening to her? She couldn't afford to faint now!
Bella shook her head again; clearing whatever it was and continued her ministrations.
The madman grabbed her bleeding wrists and flung them away from himself roughly.
"I can take what I want from you, you stupid bitch and I don't need your help." He laughed.
Bella didn't hesitate as she sunk onto her knees, it took a huge amount of self control not to succumb to the fear raging through her body and the revulsion threatening to make her vomit.
"I know you can." She purred seductively. "But I'm sure you would like to find out just exactly what it feels like to have me on my knees in front of you, just as I was always meant to be."
An interested gleam lit his lackluster ice blue eyes at that thought.
"After all, how would I escape you all the way out here?" Bella continued enticingly holding her bloody hands up towards him asking for release.
He smirked at her and nodded in agreement, he reached out and removed a large curved knife from the leather case, it was an evil looking instrument and Bella shuddered internally at the obvious implications.
It was a hunting knife used for gutting large animals.
With swift precision he cut the cable tie, pulling it tautly for a moment, making fresh blood cascade down Bella's hands and arms. Once it fell away it revealed the bone deep cut around the tops of both her wrists.
The madman watched her closely for signs of pain, he saw no flicker of any emotion on her face and it irritated him.
He would make this bitch beg!
He grabbed her by her long dark brown hair and forced her chin upwards as she looked back at him blankly, he was confused and very angry.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He demanded, brandishing the razor sharp blade in her face. Her eyes didn't even focus on the knife.
Had she gone catatonic on him?
He would fix that! With one movement he picked her now plaint body up and threw it onto the bed, cutting the cable tie that bound her feet at the same time.
He reached down and slid the blade through her clothes, cutting through clothes and underwear together. Her naked breasts popped into view and he moaned in pleasure at the sight, round and tip tilted they were perfection. He reached out and pinched a nipple, hoping for some sign of arousal for her body at least, but there was nothing.
He then cut off her trousers and panty leaving her completely naked. Her pussy was bare, not one hair in sight, he was happy to see. She was as bare as a baby. Her curves were slight, her body slim – long legs and small feet. The fucking bitch was perfect.
He opened her legs and parted her moist pussy, examining her fully. The madman glanced up to see her eyes staring at him, her face slack. She must have lost her mind through fear, he decided. He shrugged, it wouldn't matter to him really, he could still fuck her and then cut her up.
He turned away then to examine his collection of weapons and knives. He left the gutting knife on the bed beside her still form, he had decided to use that on her first while he fucked her, it was always a good idea to mix it up a bit. Simply cutting them up had begun to get boring and James decided he needed a change.
While he looked at all his shiny weapons he heard a slight noise and as he turned to see what it was he was struck with his own knife in his left eye. His scream of pain echoed through the small room as he stared with his one remaining eye at the small, naked demon facing him.
Her face had changed somehow and there was no fear in her now. Her long hair was a wanton tangle around her lovely face and her eyes bored into his. As he watched in horror she smiled at him and twisted the knife into what was left of his eye as she cocked her head to one side in a move that was not wholly human.
"Does it hurt, James?" Her soft voice asked innocently.
"Of course it fucking does you little bitch! Wait until I get my hands on you…" He said as he felt her reach a round him to find another even bigger knife which she examined carefully before plunging it deeply into his chest. He was in shock now, almost immobilized. She pulled the smaller knife out of his eye socket, the blood now rushing freely down his face and used both hands she pushed it into his stomach - the gurgle that left his mouth was ghastly but she only smiled, her eyes amused and untroubled.
"Bella..." He rasped. "You bitch."
The small blood soaked woman raised her eyebrows in shock.
"Who the fuck is Bella?" She asked in obvious confusion. "My name is Charlotte."
"What?" He gasped. "Your name is Bella Swan. You put me away for life…I couldn't be mistaken." He trailed off clutching his profusely bleeding torso in agony.
Bella walked up to him then and pushed the knife in his stomach downwards effectively gutting him, just as he had been going to do her.
He fell to the floor and lay still.
She walked towards the table where all the tools of torture lay and picked up several a slow smile spreading across her lovely face.
...
Some time later Jasper and Edward nodded to each other and dropped to the ground from the tree besides the cabin that they had been sitting in to watch over their Bella.
They were neither shocked nor surprised at what they had witnessed. Bella was a very special woman. Besides being their mate she was an intriguing mix of innocent and yet worldly profiler and murdering demon. She had confounded them from the beginning. The Bella they knew would never commit the atrocities that her counterpart Charlotte committed. But neither Bella nor Charlotte knew of the others' existence. The only way that they could bring Charlotte out was to excite or scare Bella enough. They didn't want to lose Bella however; they simply wanted to make switching between the two personalities easy for her.
They walked into the blood stained wooden shack and found the naked and equally blood stained form of their mate lying on the bed asleep. The mutilated corpse of one James Rawlings lay around the room, he had gotten his just deserts and had died in the same manner as all his victims and Bella had been the instrument. The vampires gathered her up, wrapping her in Jaspers coat and left at vampiric speed, taking her back to her apartment. She would have no memory of all this beyond being kidnapped by the madman. They would fill in the blanks for her as well as their reason for leaving her to her own devices.
Their plan was simple; they had left her vulnerable on purpose, watching in the wing as she defended herself eventually. They had protected her completely until now.
But now they had allowed some of the inevitably disgruntled killers to come calling to get her to react and become Charlotte.
It was almost time for phase two of their plan.
But there was more than enough time for that tomorrow. For now it was enough to tuck Bella up in bed and know that she was safe.
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A/N; There is much more to the story than meets the eyes, Bella is about to become something she never dreamed of.. next chapter up as soon as i can...but simple fact - reviews do make me write faster! Give me some love people! Thank you for reading.
