A/N sorry it took so long to get this out there. I have re-written it a million times…just couldn't get it to flow right. Thanks to everyone for reading, reviewing and alerting. Also thanks to Jasper's Darlin's and his Naughty Girls's for letting me put teasers for my stories on their blogs. If you're an author, you ought to think about submitting your own teasers. It really does bring new readers!

Disclaimer: nothing is mine but this plot

Quick Summary: Fearing for Charlie's life, Bella convinced Jasper to take her back to James's house. Jasper agreed only after swearing that he was going to get her the hell out of there. Once he dropped her off, Jasper called Peter and told him that they would meet at the Cullen's house in Forks.

Put a candle in the window,
'cause I feel I've got to move.
Though I'm going, going,
I'll be coming home soon,
'Long as I can see the light.

Pack my bag and let's get moving,
'cause I'm bound to drift a while.
When I'm gone, gone,
You don't have to worry long,
'Long as I can see the light.

Guess I've got that old trav'lin' bone,
'cause this feeling won't leave me alone.
But I won't, won't be losing my way, no, no
'Long as I can see the light.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, Yeah!

Put a candle in the window,
'cause I feel I've got to move.
Though I'm going, going,
I'll be coming home soon,

Long as I can see the light.
Long as I can see the light.
Long as I can see the light.
Long as I can see the light.
Long as I can see the light.

Creedence Clearwater Revival

James slammed the door and whirled around to face me. I knew he was pissed when his eyes almost disappeared into slits. "What the hell is going on, Bella?"

He stared into my eyes, as if he would find the truth to a deep dark secret. I knew he expected me to answer him, but for the life of me I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about. The confusion must've showed on my face because he grabbed my arms and began shaking me, like that was going to shake the answer loose. Psh…

"James, stop!" I mumbled. He didn't seem to hear me or he was just ignoring me.

In a blink of an eye, his face was mere inches away from my own. "I'm not stupid, you slut! Why the fuck would Marcus Volturi and Jasper Whitlock be interested in you?"

I didn't know who the hell Marcus Volturi was, but I knew that I couldn't let him find out about my past with the Cullen's and that included Jasper. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves which were jumping all over the place. All I wanted was to go to my room and relax. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I said nonchalantly as I tried to yank my arm out of his hand so I could get away from him. James tightened his grip and my legs almost buckled from the pain. "You're hurting me! I don't know who either of them are! Please let go!" I knew it was hopeless, but my fingers were busy trying to pry his off of my arm.

"Listen bitch! I don't care if you have caught the eye of a king and the Major, you still belong to me! Get down on your knees," James snarled.

A king? It was my turn to stare at James. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. I remembered Charlotte calling Jasper "the Major" but was clueless as far as Marcus Volturi was concerned.

Apparently I wasn't fast enough and he pushed me down to my knees. I took Jasper's jacket off and rolled it in a ball, putting it under my legs. I bowed my head and placed my hands on my thighs, showing perfect submission. Mortification filled my soul with the knowledge that we were going to do this in front of anyone that walked by. I had to blink back the tears that threatened to fall down my face. I felt the bile creep up my throat as he quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out. He was stroking himself as he slowly circled me, his other hand gently playing with my hair. I was beyond creeped out and had to clench my hands into fists to keep them from shaking. I knew he was going to make me suck him off right there in the middle of the hall and as much as I hated to have to do it, I just wanted him to hurry the fuck up so I could get it over with. My head was pounding and I knew with one shot everything would be a-ok, for a while anyway.

"Open up, whore!" James sneered.

I almost breathed a sigh of relief when he jerked my head back by my hair. At least now I wouldn't have to wait too much longer. In my peripheral vision, I could see four of his guards leaning up against the wall, palming their crotches. I immediately opened my mouth and James thrust his dick in. I sealed my lips around him and began sucking. He fisted his hands in my hair and held my head still as he began to fuck my face. I kept my eyes closed, but could hear the guards coming nearer. I wasn't afraid though, I knew James needed me healthy for the trick he would set me up with the next day.

Immediately I went to the hiding place in my mind and closed the door. I did what I needed to do on the outside, but on the inside, nothing could touch me. Behind my locked door I thought about Charlie and a fishing trip we took on one of my few visits when I was younger. In my mind I could see the smile that covered his face when I reeled in my first fish. He filleted it and cooked it over the campfire. He was so proud of me. Said he had never had a more tastier fish.

I was startled out of my daydream by James bellowing. "Now!" he ordered and the next thing I knew, he pulled out of my mouth and came on my face. I heard the guards growl and felt the force of their jizz hit my hair. I wasn't surprised, this wasn't the first time James had orchestrated this. It was one of his favorite ways of putting me in my place, to show my unworthiness. I was nothing but a cum-bucket in his eyes.

James crouched down in front of me and, using his fingers to wipe some of the cum off my face, gave me an evil grin. He ran his fingers across my lips and pushed them in my mouth. I wanted so badly to bite the shit out of him but knew I would only end up hurting myself, so I just sucked on them until they were clean.

"Go to your room and get cleaned up," he smirked at me and hauled me to my feet.

I walked passed the guards and went straight to my room. I could hear them laughing at me, but I held my head up high. The bastards could burn in hell. All I cared about was a couple of feet in front of me…my room. Paul was in his usual place, guarding my door. He smirked at me and winked. With all the grace and class I could muster, I gave him a sweet smile and shot him the bird. He huffed and crossed his arms across his chest. Rolling my eyes at him, I quickly opened the door. After shutting it and making sure it was locked behind me, I headed for the bathroom. I turned the water on in the shower and got undressed. When I was satisfied the water was as hot as I could stand, I stepped in and let the water run down my face. I washed my hair and body, scrubbing extra hard on my face and hair.

Once I was done, I stepped out and wrapped my body up in a towel. I used another one to dry my hair. I let the towel slowly slip from my body and stared at myself in the mirror. I started with my face, noticing the dark circles under my eyes. My cheekbones were higher now, or maybe my face was just more gaunt. My eyes slowly travelled down, not missing one scar that marred my body. With every scar, I could picture in my mind each vampire, each act that I had been forced to perform. I traced the huge X that criss-crossed between my breasts and felt the tears starting to flood my eyes. These were my badges of shame that I would wear for the rest of my life. I took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror. The sight of my own body made me feel sick to my stomach.

I walked into my room and looked to the table. I saw some food and sitting right beside the sandwich was what I had been waiting for. I quickly ate and fixed up my shot. Once I felt the burn running through my vein, I made my way to my bed and laid down. Every sound was muffled as I closed my eyes and let the rush go through my body. Like always, I softly sang to myself, "The pain gonna make everything alright…" and then I sank into blissful darkness.

I woke up but kept my eyes closed, letting my other senses come into play. I could smell the tinge of salt in the air and hear a low roar in the background. Surprised at what I could sense, I opened my eyes and leaned up until I was resting on my elbows. I glanced around at my surroundings and gasped. This wasn't the meadow I usually found myself in, I was sitting on sand and all I could see in front of me was ocean. Huge palm trees and tropical plants crowded each other around me. I could see crabs and other ocean life scurrying across the beach and hear the soothing sounds of birds singing in the trees. The hot sun beat down on my body and I relished the warmth it provided. I didn't have a clue where I was, but there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to waste the peace and quiet it afforded me. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.

"Bella?"

A soft, melodic voice interrupted my quiet reverie. I opened one eye and smiled. My angel had joined me on my island of paradise. I patted the space beside me. "Have a seat, Angel."

A wide smile crossed his beautiful face and he gracefully sat down, pulling me into his lap. I snuggled into his arms, a blanket of serenity falling around me. "It's almost time, Bella. Soon this nightmare you have been living in will be over," he murmured.

I heard his words, but right then and there it didn't matter. I felt a tingle run down my body as his lips brushed my ear. There was a warmth flowing through my veins that had nothing to do with the sun and I was confused at the feeling, never having felt it before. "It doesn't matter, just stay with me," I whispered, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Always," he answered, gently twisting our bodies so we were lying on the sand. I kept my arm around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder. I could feel his hand running through my hair, soothing all my problems away. I let my thoughts roam free and immediately remembered what he had said. I figured I'd get him to elaborate.

"Angel?"

"Hmm?" he replied.

I lifted my head so I could look in his eyes. I had questions and I hoped he could answer them. "What's going to happen to me? Why do you keep warning me?"

My angel chuckled and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. "Bella, I'm not a fortune teller, but I do know that the life you have now isn't the life you are destined to have. I just don't want you to give up hope, that's all."

I studied his face, looking for any clue of him hiding something from me. I had had enough of people trying to protect me by leaving me in the dark. When all I saw was pure honesty, I smiled at him and returned to the security of his arms. "I have all the hope in the world when I'm with you."

"Bella! Wake up!"

I groaned as I opened my eyes. I was feeling groggy and had to rub my eyes to get them to focus. When I zeroed in on who was waking me up, I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. All I wanted to do was go back to sleep and to my angel. "Come on, Bree! I just got to sleep for fuck's sake," I grumbled. My voice was muffled by the blanket but I knew she could hear me clearly.

"Rise and shine! I've got pop-tarts…chocolate with sprinkles," she sang and chuckled when she heard my stomach growl.

"Fine!" I threw the blanket off of me, but wasn't happy about it. I wished that I could just stay asleep, no James and no horny vampires existed in my dreamland. Only one very fine, very good-looking Jasper. I shook my head at that thought. I was too fucked up and I wouldn't wish that on him. I had too much emotional and physical baggage for him to even give me a second glance. I knew that the only reason he wanted to help me was because he felt guilty. I didn't expect him to get me out of here, it was too dangerous. James was one sick bastard and I knew he wouldn't just let me go without a fight. I would just have to be satisfied with seeing my angel in my dreams. I sighed as I got out of bed.

I looked at Bree and the grin on her sweet face made me smile myself. She had been changed at such a young age. Her child-like face belied her age, she told me once that she was 97 years old but had been changed at 15. She was frozen in time to be a teenager for eternity. She only had a few memories of being human, one of them was an older sister that she loved very much. I always thought that she looked to me to be her sister's replacement and as much as she did for me, I didn't mind. Being an only child, I yearned for a sibling and in Bree, I found one. She was the only thing that kept me sane in this hell-hole I called my life. She hated what James had turned me into, but was just as afraid of him as I was. We both did what we were told and we both had scars to show for when we didn't.

I stood up and stretched before walking over to the table where Bree had set my pop-tarts and a glass of milk. She joined me and sat across from me, her chin in her hands. I rolled my eyes at her but that didn't stop her from staring at me. She loved to watch me eat which freaked me out in the beginning but as we got closer, it didn't bother me anymore. I knew that eating real food was one of the things she missed.

I ate in a comfortable silence. Bree finally got up and started getting things ready for me to start my day. She moved around slowly, she dreaded what I was going to go through almost as much as I did. When I was done, I grabbed her hand and dragged her to my bed. I sat up against the wall and pulled her between my legs. I reached over to the nightstand and picked up the brush she had laid there. I began brushing her hair and smiled when I heard her purr. I loved it when I could make her feel as good as she made me feel.

"Bree?" I asked, stroking her long, black hair. It was so silky and thick; I loved brushing it, twisting it into different styles.

"Yeah Bella," she murmured.

"Tell me about Marcus Volturi?" I asked. I was still puzzled about James's outrage over this king being interested in me.

She turned her head sideways and smirked. "Remember the guy that had the school girl fetish and the one that liked it up the ass?"

I felt myself blush and jerked her hair so she was facing frontwards again. "Bree…" I growled.

She chuckled. "Of course you do. Well, the school teacher was Aro and the poop shoot was Caius. Along with Marcus, they make up the royalty of the vampire world. They live in this huge castle in Volturi, Italy and rule our world. Marcus has always been the quiet one, not really showing any interest in anything. Until you, that is. Boy was James pissed! I heard that Marcus really put him in his place."

I was stunned and speechless. Why in the world would Marcus be interested in me? In their eyes, I was a mere mortal…an expendable human. Then I thought about Aro and Caius and had to laugh. Kinky fuckin' royalty!

Bree grabbed the brush out of my hand and wiggled her way behind me. She began stroking my hair and it was my turn to purr. The silence was comfortable, but I knew it wouldn't last and I was right.

"So Bel-la."

I took a deep breath because I knew this wasn't going to be good. "Yes Br-ee," I replied. I was right.

"Tell me about Jasper Whitlock," she murmured dreamily. "He is one beautiful vampire. You know, I was watching him from my window and just the way he walked away from the door, I bet he can fuck real good."

I heard her lips smacking and had to laugh. Bree could be one horny bitch sometimes. I hated to lie to her, but I knew the rat bastard was standing outside my door and I sure didn't want him to overhear anything important. So I decided to stretch the truth a little. "Bree, you know I don't like to talk about any of the vamps I've been with, but I will tell you this…Mr. Whitlock is one vampire I wouldn't mind being with again."

I knew it was the truth. I didn't want to put too much hope in him rescuing me, but I knew that if anyone could pull it off, Jasper would be my knight in shining armor that would do it. I wanted to change the direction of the conversation so I decided to bring up what I had to look forward to.

"What's on the agenda for today?" I asked.

Bree crawled around me and got to her feet. She walked towards the door and removed some clothes that were hanging on the back of it. She took them off the hanger and walked towards me, grabbing Jasper's leather jacket from where I had slung it over the chair. When I saw what she had in her hands I had to laugh.

"Well, let's see," she started. "We've got a leather jacket that smells absolutely yummy," she brought the jacket to her nose and inhaled deeply, "a pair of Levis, a western button-up shirt, a pair of cowboy boots and the crowning glory, a cowboy hat." She put the hat on and paraded around the room, swaying her hips in an exaggerated way. She started thrusting her hips, singing "save a horse, ride a cowboy" and fell on the bed laughing, wrapping her arms around her waist.

I just shook my head and grinned. In spite of my fubarred life, I was extremely lucky to have Bree in my life. I had always thought Alice was the best friend I ever had, but now that I had Bree, I knew different. Bree always accepted me for who I was and how I was. There were no pretenses between us, we both knew where we stood.

"Come on," she said, pulling me to my feet and over to the mirror. I sat down and let her work her magic on my hair. I knew James had already told her how I was supposed to wear it so I didn't even ask. I had to chuckle when I watched her put it in two braids, both of them hanging down my chest.

I stood up, walked to the bed and picked up the clothes I was supposed to wear. "It's not that bad of a getup. I've had to wear a lot worse," I shrugged my shoulders and began to get dressed. Before I could get the shirt buttoned, the door swung open and James stomped into the room.

"Get out," he snarled at Bree.

She swung her head around to look at me, her eyes wide. I slightly nodded my head. Whatever James wanted to do or say, I sure didn't want her to witness it. She slowly made her way to the door and turned back. I motioned with my eyes for her to leave and she gave James a death glare before shutting the door behind her.

I glanced at James and noticed the pissed off look on his face. I wondered what his problem was, usually he was girlishly giddy when he knew he was going to be making some money off of me. He came towards me, like a predator stalking its prey and I backed up towards the wall. He quickly pinned me against it and ran his nose down my throat.

"Who do you belong to?" he said between clenched teeth.

I couldn't understand why he was so mad and I didn't want to find out. "You James," I answered quickly.

He cupped one of my breasts in his hand and I held my breath. He didn't usually fuck with me on my working days and I wondered why this day was different. It didn't take long for me to find out. He took one of his fingernails and sliced through the skin above my breast.

"Arg!" I screamed as I threw my head back, banging it against the wall. It felt like fire was burning through me. I could smell the blood and about passed out from the pain and the smell. I closed my eyes and shivered when I felt his tongue licking up the blood and his venom sealing the wound.

"That's right. You belong to me and always will. I don't care who fucks you and drinks your blood. You are mine," he growled in my ear. He picked up the rest of my clothes and threw them at me. "Now get dressed."

I waited until he left and then went into the bathroom. What I saw almost dropped me to my knees. Staring back at me was a scar shaped in the letter J. The bastard had branded me. I backed away from the mirror and slid down the wall. I covered my face with my hands and let the tears fall. Sobs shook my body and I truly feared that I was losing my mind. It was bad enough that I had bite marks covering my body and now I had James's initial carved on me, a permanent reminder that my body really did belong to him.

I don't know how long I sat there, but I finally got my shit together. I took a deep breath and stood on my feet. I splashed some cold water on my face, avoiding my reflection in the mirror. I returned to my room and put my costume on. I sat on the bed and waited for the knock on my door that would take me to my next nightmare. Do it for Charlie…do it for Charlie was my mantra.

It didn't take long before I heard the knock and I slowly got to my feet. After grabbing the jacket, I walked to the door and opened it up to the sneering face of Paul. He gave me the once over and turned around.

"It's time," he said.

He took off down the hall and I followed him, experiencing the familiar feeling of walking to my doom. He stopped in front of a closed door and opened it. Bowing from his waist, he made a gesture for me to go inside. Of course I couldn't resist and gave him my own gesture. I could hear the growl deep in his chest and had to laugh when he slammed the door shut. That got him every time.

I entered the room and glanced around, finally spotting the vampire standing at an open window. I saw something flash in his hand before he stepped back and closed the window, drawing the heavy curtains together. For that I was very thankful. As I had experienced time and time again, James's men had no qualms about watching, their beady red eyes leering. I looked the vampire over and couldn't help but notice his good looks. He had long shaggy dirty-blonde hair and like most vampires, was beautiful. He had wide shoulders and a very muscular chest, leading down to a narrow waist and very long legs wrapped up in a pair of ass-hugging Levis. At least I wasn't repulsed by him. James seemed to take delight in selecting the most horrible and ugly vampires for me. This one must've doled out the right amount of cash.

I heard him clear his throat and brought my eyes back to his. The smirk on his face told me that I had just been busted checking him out. I just shrugged my shoulders, it wasn't my fault he was good-looking. He chuckled as he got to his feet and walked towards me. He circled me, checking out my outfit.

"The boots and hat look good on ya' baby girl," he said with a southern drawl. He sounded so much like Jasper I had to give him a second look. He leaned towards me and whispered in my ear. "Charlotte said to tell you hi."

I gasped and jerked my head away from him, trying to look in his face. Then it all clicked together. This was Peter, Charlotte's husband but what I couldn't figure out was why he was there. It had only been a couple of days since Jasper had given me his word he was going to rescue me and I figured I had weeks, maybe months before he could possibly arrange it. That meant that Peter was here for a piece of me. I didn't know Charlotte that well, but she had been very kind to me. There was no way I was doing anything with her husband. James could just beat me again.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "And what are you doing here, Peter? Does your wife know?" I knew me standing there with my hands on my hips didn't intimidate him in the least, but I was pissed and out to prove a point. "You can just forget it." I turned to leave.

"W-what?" he asked very eloquently.

I whirled back around and gave him my best glare. "Let me make myself clear," I said slowly, as if he rode the short bus. "I don't know how much you paid James but I'm afraid you wasted your money. Charlotte took care of me when I was at Jasper's and I'll be damned if I betray her. So you can just tell James to give you your cash back and I'll deal with the consequences."

He didn't say a word, just stared at me with wide eyes. He quickly snapped out of it and shook his head. "No…no! You got it all wrong! That's not why I'm here. Hell, Char would rip my balls off and burn them in front of me if I cheated on her."

"Then why are you here?"

He sat down on a whipping bench and motioned me to sit next to him. It wasn't like I was afraid of him, I was just afraid of what he was going to tell me. I sat beside him and he put his arm around my shoulders. I gave him another glare and he grinned at me. Just as fast, his face turned serious. He cocked his head to the side and seemed to be listening for something.

Then I heard it. Yelling, screaming and the sound of metal ripping. I looked at Peter with what I was sure was shock written all over my face. A shit-eating grin crossed his face and he reached into his pocket, pulling out a lighter.

"Wanna flick my bic?"

A/N "Long As I Can See the Light" is my favorite CCR song. Check out the link on my profile to hear it.

An interesting subject was brought up after my last chapter and I'd like to know what you guys think. I always thought that Alice should've seen Jasper trying to get to Bella at her birthday party and wondered why she didn't. Do you think she should've had a vision about it or was it just one of those "spur of the moment" things that prevented her from seeing it? Just wondering what you guys think…

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