Read and review! This chapter is the reason the story is rated M. WARNING: Implications of rape, molestation, drug use, and obscene language, with loads of violence.

NOTE: There is no actual rape.

A Cinderella of Sorts

Kim POV

I started to feel the effects of the drug that bastard had put in me a few minutes after he left. There is this loud ringing fading in and out of my ears. My head is buzzing and the fluorescent lights of the room have started to blur in and out of clarity.

Ugh, my head is killing me. How long have I been here, anyway? I think, disoriented. I wonder if my parents have any idea I've been kidnapped. I wonder if they care.

I groan as a sharp ache begins behind my eyes and clench them shut. I try to push all depressing thoughts out of my mind and focus only on the happy times in my life. A lot of them have happened with Jared: The first day I met him and he helped me after I fell, the day he asked for a pencil in class for the first time, the day he finally noticed me.

I start to cry as beads of doubt start to work their way through my optimism barrier. Who am I kidding? How can he find me?

Why would he want to? Nobody knows me, nobody cares about me! I am worthless! I sob. He can have anyone he wants. Why would he want me?

"I am so scared," I whimper quietly into the empty room.

And then the lights spark and flicker out, and I am cloaked in darkness.

~TWO WEEKS LATER~

Jared POV

I have done nothing but mope around my house, howling in pain for the past two weeks. The search for Kim had bore no leads, whatsoever. The freeway was a dead end, and I was now, as my mom would say it, a deadbeat. I haven't given up on her, but as soon as her torture started I could feel everything that was done to her. Every time he cut her, I felt it. Every time he beat her, I felt the blow. The imprint forces me to feel her pain. I am useless to the pack, because the pain can hit me at anytime and when it does, I am rendered immobile due to the agony. Finally, after collapsing on the job several times, Sam ordered me to stay at home and let the pack find Kim. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, stop looking for her, but I had faith in my pack and I couldn't do much anyway since every hour or so, the leech that has her comes back to torture her more.

I remember when I told her parents she had been kidnapped. It was the day after she had been taken and I had walked over to her house, and sat outside her house waiting for them.

~FLASHBACK~

I am sitting here on Kim's porch steps, twiddling my thumbs to distract me from what I am about to tell her parents. I have not accepted that she has been kidnapped. It feels like a bad dream. I would be forced to say it to her parents though. From what I've seen of the way they treat her, I doubt they are going to be heartbroken. Sam had ordered me to though, so here I am. Finally, after I had been sitting for what seems like hours, I see a bright, cherry red Porsche and a navy blue Toyota Celica pull into the driveway and park. Out of the Porsche comes an average height, blonde-haired woman with a pinched look to her features. She stops in her tracks as soon as she sees me. I notice that she stands up straighter and kind of fluffs her hair.

Ew I think.

The woman is obviously trying to flirt with me. The man steps out of the Celica, I notice he is very tall and has a lean look to him. He looks very stressed, and unhappy to see me.

So these are the socalled parents of my beloved, I think, some parents.

I rise up off the steps and take a few steps in their direction. I can only imagine what expression my face is wearing. My voice is curt with dislike for the two adults, as I introduced myself.

"Hello, my name is Jared. Are you Mr. and Mrs. Birche?" I ask them, not offering my hand to shake.

"Yes, that's us," the man says, looking at me with curiosity. Mrs. Birche just smiles at me flirtatiously.

I try not to grimace at her as I prepare myself to give them the shock of their life.

"Your daughter, Kimberli Birche," I started and was interrupted by Mrs. Birche.

"What has the little brat done now?" she asks, with an edge of disgust in her voice.

I feel a spark of anger at her tone and for calling Kim a brat. I frown at her and make sure to put an edge of annoyance in my voice when I reply.

"She was kidnapped yesterday afternoon."

The woman has a shocked expression on her face, and her husband's face is stoic. After a few seconds the shock melts off of Mrs. Birche's face and a new expression comes onto her face, one I can't decipher.

"What?" Mr. Birche asks me, even though I know he heard me. I stay quiet and let him absorb what I said.

"Oh, well, um, what should we do?" Mrs. Birche asks me, puzzled.

"I suspect the police will come over later to tell you all about the kidnapping, but I wanted to tell you first." I answer.

Mr. Birche is still not moving and his expression looks like it belongs on a statue, not a human.

"Thank you for telling us," he says quietly.

I nod and am shocked when I see a shimmer to his eyes.

I give a second nod and turn around to walk away.

"Jared," Mr. Birche stops me.

I spun around and looked at him expectantly.

"I know I haven't always treated her right, but I do love her. She's-…, she's my little bumblebee, and she always has been," he starts, and my eyes widen at his request, "So, if you see her before I do, can you…can you tell her I love her?"

My mouth is hanging open as I nod. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Mrs. Birche roll her eyes and huff in impatience, waiting by the front door.

"Thank you."

~END OF FLASHBACK~

I had been bewildered when I discovered that Kim's dad had actually cared for her. His love for her was just buried under lots of stress and past mistakes that he had never taken the time to fix. I feel better knowing at least one of her parents loves her. I feel sure from the little I have seen of her mom that she doesn't harbor any love towards her daughter. Maybe deep, deep, deep down under layers of stuff, she feels the tiniest shrivel of maternity, but I doubt it will ever surface. I had a newfound hope for Kim's father after that conversation. That doesn't mean I like him, it just means I think he does actually love Kim. I have no idea what the bumblebee thing was about, though I have a feeling it was an inside secret thing he has with Kim.

God, please keep her alive, I silently beg. Suddenly, out of the blue, I realize the search for Kim would go a lot faster if we had the Cullens help us.

The Cullens are a family of vegetarian vampires who live in the town next to us. We made a treaty with them a long time ago, which is the only reason we've not killed them. Even though I despise the thought of any vampires near my mate, it's probably the only way to find her. So, with that thought, I heave myself off my couch and clean myself up. After I have taken a shower, I run outside and drive to Emily's house, where I am sure Sam is.

Kim's POV

I am alone, now. Jackson, as I have learned his name is, left a few minutes ago, but not before injecting me with another drug. I have cuts all over my body, as well as bruises. Jackson comes in once a day, sometimes twice a day, and either makes surgical looking cuts on my arms and legs with a penknife, or beats me with his bare hands. He makes me answer questions while he does this or he cuts or hits harder.

I am still a virgin, thank God. He hasn't done anything other than grope me in the past few weeks, and I can't help but wonder why. It's obvious when he looks at me that he wants to do far more, but he restrains himself. I am grateful nevertheless. Today was a cutting day and it only takes a few minutes for the shallow cuts to stop bleeding and leave the wounds throbbing.

I have discovered that for some reason, every day the cuts or bruises that have been made that day, disappear by the next day. It is bewildering, but I am in so much pain most of the day, I can't even think about it. I can no longer cry. I cried for the first few days, but eventually the tears stopped coming. So now I only dry sob. I am given a bath once or twice a week and am fed, only intravenously, while I am sleeping.

They give me heavy sedatives which make me sleep for up to six hours. Lying here, bleeding, I can't help but think back to the times when I was actually happy, and had nothing to do with Jared. There are not very many, but there is one in specific one that I remember quite clearly. I was seven years old and on that birthday, my dad, for some odd reason, was very kind and caring to me. It was the only year of my life where either of my parents had ever showed me love.

~FLASHBACK~

"Daddy?" I yell from under my bed covers.

I hear heavy footprints and then my door opens. I peek out from under my covers then breathe a sigh of relief when I see it is, in fact, daddy.

"What's the matter,Bumblebee?" daddy asks me, coming over to sit on the side of my bed.

"I had a bad dream," I tell him with tears pricking my eyes.

"Well, where is Mr. Bee?" daddy asks. He is talking about the little, plush bee he won for me at a carnival. He said it would buzz away the bad dreams. After that I loved bees, so when I dressed up as a bee for Halloween, and wouldn't take the costume off for weeks, he started calling me his little Bumblebee.

"I don't know, I couldn't find him before I went to bed," I wail. Daddy reaches out and pulls the covers down and picks me up. He cradles me in his arms and rocks.

"Shh, it's okay, Bumblebee. We'll find him tomorrow. Okay? But for now, why don't we pretend that I am Mr. Bee?" he soothes. He starts making these funny buzzing noises after I nod my head, yes.

"Daddy, you're not a Bumblebee!" I giggle.

He stops buzzing and looks at me.

"You don't think I sound like one?" he pouts.

I giggle again, shaking my head vigorously side to side.

"Oh, darn." he fakes sadness.

He sits me back down on my bed and pulls the covers up to my chin.

"Do you think you can sleep now?" he asks me, tucking in the sides of the blanket.

I let out an unexpected yawn, I guess I am tired, and then nod my head slowly. My eyes were already falling closed when he kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight, Bumblebee," he whispered.

~FLASHBACK ENDS~

The happiness lasted all of two months. My dad had gotten a new job after that night and he never had any time for me. Eventually he stopped even acknowledging my existence. Everyday, I wonder what happened to us. I never find an answer. Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted when I hear the door to my prison bang open. I open my eyes and look to see who has paid me a visit now.

Elaine's POV

I walk into the room and see that Kim is awake. I smile at her. I know it freaks her out instead of me being hostile to her. I leave that to Jackson. I walk over to her and try not to breathe, because the scent of her blood is saturated in the air. I stand above her and contemplate why she is so special. Jackson told me a few days ago why it is that he wants her. At first it was because he saw her and liked her, so he wanted to torture her. But then he found out an intriguing secret about Kim that not even Kim knows. Apparently she is not as mortal as I thought. She holds a power within her that many vampires seek. She has what is called the 'phoenix' inside her. If she was ever able to utilize the phoenix then she could control the element of fire. She could burn things, throw fire balls, set things on fire with her mind and so much more. If a vampire was able to attain said power, he would become immune to fire. So you could never kill him because although you could rip him to pieces you could not complete the killing by burning him, as is the only way to kill a vampire. Jackson found out she holds the power, when he tried to burn her and nothing happened. So, now he is going to torture her just a little bit longer and when she is on the verge of death, only then will we extract the Phoenix from her body.

It doesn't look like it will be long now, I think.

Kim's bones are clearly visible on her body and her skin is almost translucent. She is losing a lot of blood, which is the goal of cutting her. The phoenix apparently helps you heal quickly as well, because all her wounds disappear within a day of their making.

This fact makes it hard for her to lose a lot of blood, hence, the continuous cutting. We want to make her death as painful as possible. We don't want her to die too quickly though, so after each day's cuts stop bleeding and she is sleeping, we pump half the amount of blood she lost back into her body, along with the nutrients she needs to survive. She never loses much though, much to our disappointment.

I inspect her wounds, all of them on her arms and legs, and see that they are healing already. I turn around and exit the room at vampire speed, slamming the door on my way out. I was sent to check on her wounds by Jackson. He said he was a little harder with his cutting today to see if she would still heal as fast as before.

I guess we have our answer now, I think.

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