Disclaimer: This can go for the entire story. I do not own Twilight, it belongs to the ever-so-talented Stephenie Meyer. I simply do this for the entertainment.

Warning: This has an M rating. All jokes aside, if you shouldn't be reading this - don't. It is going to be gory, so if you don't like that, this probably isn't the story for you. I will however put a warning on any chapter that is especially gross.

In any case, I hope you enjoy the story.

Drip, drip, drip.

"Hello?"
My voice echoed back at me, bouncing off the cement walls and filling the tiny space with its melody. The dripping was constant, falling from its unknown source with a predictability that was almost its own small form of torture. Combined with the thick, leather straps that tethered me to the hard floor, it was more than easy to see that I was doomed beyond belief.
Three days. Three freaking days, that were spent handcuffed to the ground in a freezing, spatially challenged room.
Now, I've always thought of myself as a family orientated girl… But, given the chance, I would happily take a baseball bat to my mother's skull. After all, it was her that brought me to this place, and not even in a dignified 'Bella, this needs to happen for the good of my drug habit' manner... No. She took her ideas from some parody of a horror story, and got me chloroformed by some random kid in my Spanish class. Who, coincidentally, I got to watch bleed out onto the greasy floor of a van that smelled strongly of cabbages. I was strangely unaffected by these events, but that could always be put down to a simple case of shock.

Despite my threats to her wellbeing, I could understand her motivations, however selfish they were. Renee had a serious problem, and I was a means to an end. A very expensive end, I might add. Which would account for her having fucking sold me, for drug money, to God only knows where. So, returning to the matter at hand…
I had awoken, three days ago, to the most miniscule, lightless, boring room of my short seventeen years. Not one single person had come to see me, feed me, water me, or even threaten me. Christ, I was willing to fend off a rabid squirrel at this state, if only for the meat that the little guy could offer me. At the thought of food, my stomach roared, much like an angry lion when its cub had been captured by… Hyenas. My gut was the angry Mufasa to the lack of food's Simba.

I was promptly cut off from my inner ramblings by a real roar. A serious, god to honest, roar. I quickly dismissed the initial half-baked theory that there was an animal on the loose, and came to the conclusion that only a human could be responsible for the sound that now shook the walls of my prison. Impossibly, the tremors rattled the door, and it unlatched with a soft click, which left me with an uninterrupted view into the hall.
The grime coated, gray tiled wall was lit by an eerie glow that filtered through the darkness to result in a blotchy image. It may have been a simple surface, but it was the best thing in my life at the current moment. I would marry that wall. Fuck, if I ever got out of these restraints I would lick the wall. Well, on second thoughts, after having observed a multitude of questionable stains… I would give it a heartfelt hug. While I spent time choosing a relatively harmless part of the wall on which to bestow my gratitude, I became increasingly aware that I was perhaps not, as I had originally assumed, alone in this situation.
Subsequent to the bone-shattering clamor, a chorus of wails had risen up, and they drifted through my newly opened door to reach me where I was trapped. I would have joined in on the pity party, were it not for my dehydrated throat threatening to self-destruct itself if I even tried.
A pitiful squeak managed to fight its way out of my lips, which was quickly countered by my throat shooting itself in the fucking eye… Not literally, of course.

Shit, that hurt.

Another roar jolted the room, and the cries transformed into screams, a horrible caterwauling that pierced its way into my very skull and sent my thoughts tumbling. The shrieks grew closer, and footsteps sounded on the cement – they were approaching at a sprint. I struggled uselessly against the leather, trying to rip it from its chains. A blur went past the door of my room, nearly invisible against the muck that coated the opposite wall. A howl louder than the others rang out, before subsiding into a low gurgle. Now, I was really panicking. Another blur shot past my door, and I doubled my efforts to escape the bonds. I refused to have spent three days starving to death, only to have it end in bloodshed – If I was going to die, it would be a result of my stomach eating itself, not whatever the fuck was going on out there.
Low, heavy steps echoed in the hall outside, slowing as they reached my door. I instantly froze, taking only tiny breaths through my mouth, willing them to continue their journey onward, and away from where I lay shackled to the floor. The person halted, and only then did I become aware that all but one of the crying people had stopped. A small whimper interrupted their quiet keening, and then... nothing. The silence was interrupted only by the ever present dripping of the tap.

Drip, drip, drip.

As quiet as I attempted to make my breathing, I could still hear myself. It was so impossibly cold in the room that clouds of delicate breath hung in the air for a few seconds, before fading into the darkness. The only light was that being filtered through the door, and it barely lit even the tiny space that I was trapped in. I was confident in my ability to stay utterly silent, but a tingling sensation on my left hand quickly obliterated that thought.
A spider. A fucking spider was leisurely making its way up my arm, tickling the hairs and threatening to make a sob fight its way out of my lips. I valiantly battled against the urge, until it reached my elbow, and stopped dead.

Holy shit, it's going to bite me. I'm going to die. What if it's poisonous?

Ultimately deciding that the unknown stranger lurking in the hallway was the lesser of two evils, I let out a tiny whimper and tried to shake the insect off of my arm. My attempts were useless, and it only clung tighter. Putting my unpracticed throat to work, I croaked out an almost inaudible plea.
"Help... Please".

The steps resumed, and a figure appeared in the door, backlit by the strangle glow so that I could not see their face. Judging by the dark chuckle, I concluded that it was a he.
A loud click sounded, and my room was suddenly illuminated by a distinctly weak-looking bulb hanging from the roof by a chain. The spider scuttled off my arm. The sudden light, after three days of darkness, tore into my retinas. I yelped, turning my head as far to the side as I could to avoid the impossible brightness. After five minutes of gradually turning back to face the light, I managed to open my eyes into a squint. A further minute passed before I could open them fully, and inspect my little prison.
If I had thought that the stains in the hall outside the room were questionable, then they had nothing on the marks spread all over these babies. Deep claw marks ravaged the complete room, and rusted brown spatters adorned the floor and walls. I knew what those splashes were, and so I tried to find something else to focus on.
That, unfortunately, turned out to be my savior. A hulking bear of a man, he stood as tall as possibly two of me. His muscles bulged grotesquely, and they contrasted with the gleeful, almost childlike smile that graced his face.
And what a pretty face it is.
It most certainly was. Gorgeous, dark curls sat atop his head, and the teeth lighting his smile were pearly white, as was his luminescent skin. The only inconsistency in the image was his eyes. The color seemed to be dark – almost black – but that was not the issue. No, it was the cold way that he surveyed me, like I was nothing but a rabbit in a cage.
In a way, I suppose I was. Shackled to the ground like such, I was powerless against any form of attack. He spoke in a deep, booming voice that grated against my sensitive ears.
"You're Bella".
No matter how loud, his voice possessed a musical quality that entranced me, and I found myself quickly returning an answer in my deathly croak.
"How do you know my name?"
His smile grew wider, and I stretched my cracked lips in what was surely a sick impersonation of a grin. His teeth were really white, and they glistened with an odd quality.
"We've been waiting for you."
I pasted a confused look on my face, and he replied by widening his lips. Only now, it was starting to look less like a smile, and more like a threatening baring of teeth. Those teeth… It was impossible, but they looked razor-sharp.
I couldn't force my ravaged throat to muster another word, and he recognized this with a slight inclination of his head. A curl escaped from the pile, and dangled innocently over his right eyebrow. The man didn't look so cherubic anymore, instead, he was taking on the appearance of a shark masquerading as a kitten – harmless and cute, until it took off half your arm in one bite. He could attack at any moment. I watched him intently, and his gaze turned serious.
"One moment. I'll be right back".

He left the room, and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Allowing that much air into my throat stung, but it was necessary. A quick evaluation of the straps assured me that I was still very much trapped in this room, and at the mercy of whatever the man had on his mind. I should be terrified of him, that was certain. How could I not be? Whenever he flexed his arms, it looked like three small children were wrestling underneath his shirt, and the distance in his eyes seemed more animal than human.

His return to the room was again preceded by his heavy steps, but this time he gripped a large steel bucket in his right hand. He shut the door behind him, and dropped the bucket onto the floor with a resounding metallic clang. He walked over to where I was strapped to the ground and lowered himself to my side. He released me from the tethers with deft fingertips, getting both of my feet and wrists free within thirty seconds. I sat up straight, cracking my spine and neck, and stretching out my arms.
I felt fine for a moment or so, and was preparing to interrogate him for answers, before a crippling pain swept through my entire body, and I returned to the cement. I let forth a small whine, and curled into a tiny ball.
The hulk-man laughed. He fucking laughed at my pain.

"Easy there, tiger. You've been in the same spot for seventy two hours now, let your circulation figure itself out."
I lay still, and he returned to his bucket. I was curled up away from him, so I couldn't see what he was removing, but I could smell it.
He had food. Oh, I would kill someone for just a bite. Once my limbs were all functional again, I rolled myself over to see what he had retrieved from the mysterious bucket, and was greeted by a small pile of sandwiches, and three bottles of water. I looked up to the man, and he shrugged.
"I don't know what you people eat. Will this do, Bella?"
I briefly considered the chance of the food being poisoned, before deciding that even if it was, I wouldn't really care. I was that hungry. Having established that the food – arsenic coated or not – was fair game, I threw myself upon it.
He watched with a mildly repulsed expression as I demolished the haul, only stopping to take long swigs of water. He cleared his throat as I glared at the last sandwich, trying to judge how much room was left in my stomach.
"I wouldn't recommend that, kid. It's a surprise you haven't thrown up, yet."
I agreed with the strange man, so I flipped over onto my back and smiled.
"Thank you for the food. How do you know my name, by the way?"
Now that I'd rehydrated myself, my throat was working perfectly again. He tilted his head to the side, and spoke in his deep voice.
"Your mother told us, Bella".
I turned my head to face him, noting the intense way in which he watched me, as if expecting a different reaction to the one I was currently having.
I suppose that I should be furious over what Renee had done, but I was experiencing a strange lack of emotion. To say that I was upset would be a blatant lie, because I just didn't… Care.
"Oh, yes. That makes sense. So, what's going to happen to me?"
He stared at me in disbelief for a few moments, and then brought a phone out from his pocket. After punching in a number, he held it up to his ear and warned me to stay silent with a finger across his lips.
"Jasper. I think you went too far."
I had no clue what was being said on the other end, but considering this man's response, I could assume that they were questioning his greeting statement.
"Because, it's emotionless," he hissed.
I wondered who Jasper was, and if he was as pretty as the man who was yelling into his phone.
"It remembers everything, like I asked you. That's not what the problem is – It doesn't care".
As he listened to what Jasper was saying, he began to nod.
"I suppose it was for the best. No. Yes, it's fine. No, I won't. Okay, give me ten minutes".
He ended the call, and dropped his cell into the bucket.
"As it would turn out, we don't have as much time as I would like."
As much time as he… Oh.
Trying to be helpful, I lay back on the ground and smiled up at him.
"Bella, what are yo- Oh. No, you idiot. Sit up."
The man was horrified, and began to pace the length of the miniscule space, muttering to himself.
"I'll have to tell him… There's just something wrong… But is it better that way?"
Apparently having reached an internal decision, he turned back to me.
"I'm not going to hurt you, okay? There's just… Some things that need to be explained and maybe it will be easier, what with you in your current state… So, I'm just going to dive right in. I'm Emmett, by the way."
I waved off the hand he offered to help me back up from my position on the ground, and sat myself on the freezing cement.
"Nice to meet you, Emmett. I'm Bella, but… You already know that. Now, explain".
I nodded along with my words, indicating that he should go ahead. He took a deep breath, and expelled an influx of information.

"Okay, so… Due to your emotionless… Ness, this should be relatively easy to come to terms with. The deal is, straight and simple; your mother sold you, Bella. She handed you over, and in return, we paid her."
I gazed at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to continue. If he was expecting some sort of 'Oh, golly-gee' statement, we were going to be here a hell of a lot longer than ten minutes. Realizing this, he went on.

"There's a war coming, Bella. A big one. And the fact of the matter is, our side doesn't have anywhere close to the people that we're going to need. So, the logical decision was to simply recruit more soldiers… But it isn't that easy. If we're going to win, we can't afford dead weights. So, a kind of… System was developed. It isn't good, it's sick – but it works."
Emmett paused, allowing me a moment to absorb what he had told me.
I delayed, expecting fear, anger – anything. Twenty seconds passed, and no emotion hit me, whatsoever. My robotic disposition would be worrying, if I could feel that, but there were other matters at hand.

"This makes sense, Emmett… But why am I here? Honestly, if you're thinking of drafting me into your army, you've made the wrong choice. Look at me – I'm short, I'm weak, and I have absolutely no chance at being helpful. Why me?"
He considered this, watching me with his dead, cold eyes.
"I don't know. The boss said we would need you. They don't tell me much, I just collect the humans".
The use of 'humans' was confusing, and only increased my questions. I decided to go with the simplest, most pressing question.
"What are you?"
He wasn't surprised at that, and responded quickly.
"Don't worry. Now, I've only got five minutes to warn you about what's coming. You've got a week of torture ahead of you, Bella. It isn't going to be pretty. Due to the mental glitch you're experiencing, some tests will be easier than others, but it could slow you down on some."
He reached back to his bucket, and withdrew a straight razor.
"You'll need this, especially today. It's almost midnight, and it's Sunday. You have exactly one week from the moment the clock strikes twelve. Seven days, seven tests."
Emmett showed me how to flick out the blade, which was wickedly sharp.
"Be careful with this. I really hope you make it, Bella. All you have to remember, is to survive. One last thing," he said, pulling a bottle out of his pocket. A scarlet liquid sloshed about inside as he gave it to me, and I wrapped my fist around it.
"You definitely should not have this. If you get into a bad situation with one of our guys, dip your little razor in it and start cutting. It should do the trick. It would also get me killed, if anyone found out I gave it to you".
I tucked the blood and the razor into my own pocket, and looked to Emmett for further instructions.
"Good luck, Bella. Remember; survive".
He raised himself back up to his feet, and picked up the steel bucket. The floor was getting cold, so I curled up into myself.
"Emmett, what are you?"
He smiled at me, showing me his sparkling teeth once more.
"Silly Bella, haven't you figured it out yet?"
I shook my head, retreating into an even tighter ball as he took a step towards me. Emmett flashed his teeth, clacking them together.
"Oh, you're in for a right treat when you wake up, girlie. I'm a vampire, you idiot."
With that, he turned away from me. I stared at him blankly, wondering why it was that he wasn't leaving. He laughed as he swung the heavy bucket back and forth, gaining momentum. What he was about to do became clear to me in the same second that he raised the metal high in the air. He dragged it down towards my head, and it connected with my skull in a sickening thud of steel on skin. My vision went instantly black, and the noise of Emmett's laughter was drifting away. Two last words fought their way through the void that was my head.

Good luck.

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