Disclaimer: All the character's in Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. My characters and this little story belong to me, but that's about it.

Author's Note: This is rather violent chapter. That's your warning. I'm not going to overdo the warning. Just know that you've been warned. And please don't hate me.

Chapter 23: Fight or Flight or Fall

"You came," he declared haughtily, and then his cold mouth forced itself over mine.

I couldn't jerk my head away. As his lips pressed firmly into mine, I could feel the edges of his teeth barely grazing my bottom lip, and more importantly, I could taste the icy venom. If I jerked or fought, he only had to sink his teeth in.

Olivier glowed with his sense of victory. There was the edge of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. His eyes danced. He kissed me roughly but lazily. There was a subtle swagger in his hips, even as he kept me pinned.

Cocky, fucking fiend.

His right hand kept my arms pinned behind me, but he used his left to ferfociously grope and pinch my breasts. It hurt, and I knew that he meant it to. He was punishing me, unhurriedly. He was dominating me because he could.

He finally stopped the assault on my mouth. He lowered his face to my neck and took in a long breath. I could still feel the slightest edge of his teeth trailing the boundary of my skin.

"You smell so much better," he purred against my throat. "I'm so very glad that you decided to take a swim. You reeked of that dog before, and we couldn't be having that."

I said nothing and fixed my gaze on the only window in the room. I focused on the dark, empty gorge beyond it. I tried to focus on the nothingness of it, because that's all I wanted to feel—nothing.

"Oh, Renesmee, sweetheart. Let's not be that way."

I remained silent, staring at the black vista outside.

Olivier's voice roughened in irritation. "Don't be rude, dear. If you start being rude, then I might have to be rude, too. You should know that such impolite transgressions, as we'll call them, might prove detrimental to the continued existence of your little friend in the corner."

I peered around his head to see Alyssa. Her face was turned away from me, but I could make out the tear stains on her cheeks and the puffiness of her eyes. Her eyes had taken on a wild appearance now, as if they had traveled beyond suffering and shock, like a fly caught in a spider's web or a mouse trapped beneath a cat's paw. She looked like she was waiting to die.

"Please," I begged. "Let her go. You have me here now. Just let her go. This has nothing to do with her."

Olivier cackled in response. "Oh, but she was supposed to be dead already. You're the one who got in the way and saved her. Besides you have a long road ahead to earn my trust, mademoiselle."

I saw Alyssa's form give a slight jerk as she took in his words. Her eyes rolled slowly to meet mine.

Olivier resumed his attack on my body. His free hand now moved down my side and seized my ass, lifting me slightly off the floor.

I thought about kicking him, but then his teeth pressed noticeably firmer against my neck, and I suspended the thought.

Keeping me pressed against the wall, he wrenched his hand down my thigh, yanking my entire leg up. I was still wearing the skirt and tights from school. I hadn't had the chance to change. Through my tights, I could feel him; his hardness was pressed against me. I recoiled, jerking away, but he used my response as a reason to pin me even more tightly. I heard the wall of the building groan slightly as it responded to the pressure.

I could see Alyssa's face again over my shoulder. There was new sense of shock to her features as her mind processed the scene. This time the shock was directed at me. No human could have withstood the force with which Olivier was pressing against me. The wall had started to give, but I had not. Alyssa now knew that I wasn't human.

I spoke in a gasp. "I'll do whatever you want, but I dofn't want her to see this. Can't she go in a different room?"

Olivier studied my face carefully.

I don't know what he saw, but he pursed his lips and leered mockingly. "Alright, Nessa, I suppose a little privacy wouldn't hurt. It might make you more agreeable."

Before he released my arm, he raised a finger to my throat—a threat.

He started towards her. Alyssa whimpered and flung herself against the back wall, frantically pushing off the crates with her feet and knocking a cloud of dust into the air.

"Wait! Olivier, stop! Please don't touch her. Let me move her. She's my friend. You know I can't escape with her. You would catch us. You can follow. Just let me."

Olivier put his finger on his lips, eyeing me skeptically. "Very well," he concluded, "but since I'm being so charitable, you have to promise me that you'll be a complying and sweet girl when I have you all to myself."

I swallowed heavily, before nodding my head. This was it. It was my only chance. I had to save her.

He gestured to proceed.

I moved slowly toward Alyssa. She eyed me distrustfully but not fearfully. I crouched down carefully beside her. I slid my hand onto her forearm.

Alyssa, you must listen to my thoughts, not my words. Don't give us away. We need to save you.

"Alyssa, I need to move you," I said aloud.

She jerked slightly at my touch but nodded her head slowly. Her mouth was slightly open, but I was hoping that Olivier would assume it was her panicked state instead of my talent at work.

Alyssa, he is going to be distracted with me. You need to move as quickly and quietly as possible. You need to get out of here. You must try. This is our only chance.

I turned to Olivier. "Where should I take her?"

"Take her upstairs."

"It will be too cold for her." I could feel the temperature difference.

He rolled his eyes, before flinging his coat at me. As he flung it, I saw the silver edge in the pocket. A phone.

"Alyssa, is it okay if I put the coat on you? You'll need to lift your arms."

Once you are alone, use the phone in the coat pocket. Mute it. You need to cry, stomp, sob and make any noises possible to cover the sounds from pushing the buttons. He will hear you if you don't. You are going to text my phone. I know that you know my number. Do not call it. He will hear. Text: SOS. Twin Sisters Lighthouse. Alyssa + Nessie. Hurry.

Once I had the coat on her, I lifted her up easily into my arms. She didn't look surprised this time. Olivier already had the hatch open for the next level. I clutched Alyssa carefully against me before ignoring the ladder and leaping up to the next level of the lighthouse.

Olivier pointed to a musty-smelling old couch in the corner. "Put her there."

Alyssa, as soon as you've sent the text, get yourself as far away as possible.

I set her down carefully. "I'm going to go upstairs, Alyssa. Will you be okay?"

She stared at me.

You can do this. You have to do this. I know you can. You're strong.

"Tell Luke that I loved him."

I gripped her hand more tightly. Alyssa you will see Luke again.

"Don't worry," I said slowly.

Olivier yanked on my shoulder. "You've tested my patience enough, pretty. It's time to go." He pointed to a spiral staircase that led to another hatch further up.

"But I thought we'd go back down."

"No, dearest," he cooed pushing me toward the staircase. "We should go up. You should know that I like the view, and you promised that you would be complying."

He pressed his entire body against the back of mine, moving me forward. I gave in, and made my way to the stair. I took the steps one at a time, knowing that I was pissing off Olivier by the second.

With a final glance toward my friend, I opened the small door and ducked through.

The final level of the lighthouse was the lantern room. The room was somewhat smoky. A few of the lamps flickered dully.

Olivier closed the door firmly behind him. He turned and walked directly toward me. He pushed against me, causing me to back up until I hit the windowed wall of the room. Then he pressed down on my shoulders until I dropped to the stone floor. He stood above me, his expression blank.

"I'm going to let you keep your hands free, because you promised to be good."

He knelt down over my legs. He grabbed my jaw and pulled my face to his, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

I sat there, pressed against the wall. My ears were tuned to the sounds of the floor beneath me.

Olivier noticed my lack of response. He grabbed entire face roughly, forcing me to look at him.

"Sweet and complying means that you kiss me back, Nessa. Otherwise, I'm bringing your little friend up here, and I might just make her join in."

I gulped.

He nodded at my reaction. "That's right. You're beginning to understand. Now, Nessa, dearest, you are going to kiss me. Do recall that I've seen you kiss another, so I'll know if you're half-assing the attempt. Now, bring those lips hither." He pulled my mouth toward his.

I parted my lips, trying to remind myself that I was doing this for my friend. I paused at the coldness, trying not to recoil. I was trying to trick myself into doing this. I could not even pretend to be attracted to Olivier. Yes, Olivier was handsome externally. He looked like the classic stunningly gorgeous vampire, but his scarlet eyes told me everything I needed to know. I thought of him as a wormy apple—beautiful, lush, and bright red on the outside, but rancid, putrid, and rank within.

But I had to do this. I had to save my friend, so I thought of Jake. I kissed Olivier, and I felt disgusting—like the lowest whore, but I thought of Jake. I felt his cool lips rubbing against my own—and my body shuddered, but my thoughts were focused on Jake—on feeling happy and content and safe.

From below, my ears detected a combination of sounds: weeping, gasping, shuffling, and a much softer set of sounds. If I hadn't been listening for it, I would not have known what I was hearing, but Alyssa was punching the buttons on the phone. My heart gave a little start of hope.

Olivier heard the change in my heartbeat and took it to mean something more. He pulled me away from the window and pressed me down into the floor. He pulled himself on top of me, putting his knee in between my legs to force them apart. He pulled my hands to his shirt buttons. I started unbuttoning them, slowly but deliberately. I needed to keep his focus to protect Alyssa, and I could still hear the soft dialing going on below.

I reached the last button, and Olivier quickly shrugged out of his shirt. He yanked my sweater off, revealing my undershirt below. He didn't even bother to lift it off completely, but pushed it upwards and began roughly fondling me. I refocused my thoughts on Jake—funny, safe, and happy Jake—and on protecting Alyssa. Alyssa needs to be happy and safe. She needs to be with Luke. I need to be with my family, my friends, and Jake.

Downstairs, I heard the dialing stop. I heard Alyssa stand.

She was too loud. He was going to hear her. I pulled Olivier's face to mine. I kissed him furiously and angrily. He was definitely distracted now, but in the worst way for me. He pulled away from me and reached beneath my skirt. He found the edge of my tights and rolled it downward.

I could hear scraping sounds of Alyssa making her way down the ladder.

I broke out in a cold sweat. I could hear my heart's fevered pounding louder than any other sound.

He pulled my tights down to my knees before moving his hands up to the edge of my panties.

I turned away. I trembled. I could feel sweat seeping from my pores. I felt ready to vomit. I stared out the great window of the lighthouse into the night shadowed gorge. I stared at the rushing water below.

I felt the cloth slipping down my leg.

I heard Alyssa stepping onto the stones in the building's antechamber.

I stared into the shadows.

Then I saw a movement and another. I saw several movements. Dark figures flying in a direct line toward the tower. My family was coming.

I heard a zipper, and I reacted. I flung Olivier off of me. I righted myself and raced to the door. But again, Olivier was faster.

He heard and saw everything. He could see Alyssa fleeing out the front door below. He could see the distant shapes racing into view.

The steel door bent to my shape as he smashed me into it.

"You spiteful little bitch. You will pay for this twice over."

He bit me.

He sunk his teeth into my neck. I couldn't scream or move because in the next instant, he flung me at the great window. I didn't hear the glass crashing around me or the approach of my family. I could only focus on Alyssa.

Olivier had her.

He had Alyssa in his arms, and he was running to the edge of the cliff.

My family wasn't going to make it. I couldn't make it. I couldn't move. I could feel the cold fusing through my veins.

Olivier reached the final line of the cliff. He stood Alyssa on the very edge, teetering.

He turned and stared me in the eyes.

He pushed her, and then he dove.

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