A/N: This story is Rated M. It contains lots of naughty language, some violence here and there and of course lemons. In this first chapter, there is an attempted rape, but nothing really happens and it's not too graphic.

This story is slightly based off of Beauty and the Beast. I wanted to put a Bella and Edward spin on my favorite Disney story. Lol.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight. I do however own the plot of this story, I just borrow Stephenie Meyer's characters and make them do things that they normally wouldn't do.

Underneath It All- Chapter 1

BPOV-

"Hey Bella, can you make copies of this report?" Laurent, my boss, asked me.

"Sure, how many do you need?" I asked politely.

"I think thirty should do it. Thanks." He said and walked away and back into his swanky office, effectively dismissing me.

I sighed and grabbed the papers he laid down on my already paper laden desk and started walking.

See, normally, I wouldn't mind making copies, it got me away from my desk and the mass of boring paperwork I was forced to do everyday. But today, the elevators decided that they would stop working and my best friend Rosalie Hale managed to shove me into a pair of fire engine red four inch spike heels. Not an easy task, trust me. And the closest working copy machine happened to be five floors down, so now I had to walk down five flights of stairs. I wasn't happy.

I pushed open the door to the emergency stairs and began my descent. This fucking sucks.

I had made it down almost three flights before I said fuck it and took my shoes off. This is why I hated heels, you could never find a comfortable pair. Rose was always trying to make me wear them, saying that they looked more professional. I didn't understand why I needed to be professional, I was an assistant at a newspaper. Not the most glamorous and high brow job a girl can get. It thought that a nice pair of ballet flats were good enough, but Rose insisted that I always look my best. I would occasionally let her dress me up, the look on her face when I gave her free reign was like a kid on Christmas getting every single thing that was on their list. Today was one of those rare days, now the blisters on my feet were making me seriously regret it.

I finally, finally, made it down to the floor I needed and put my shoes back on (that shit hurts) and walked over to the copier.

I pushed all the buttons I needed and leaned against the wall as it did its thing.

I watched all the people around me do their work. All of them typing away on their computers to make their deadlines, running around to one meeting after the other, or taking their precious beaks.

God, how did my life become this? This boring, mundane, generic job, with my third floor two bedroom apartment that I shared with Rose. No friends, except Rose, but she doesn't really count since we've been friends since the 4th grade. At least I have a cat, good old Pandora, Pan for short. I got up in the morning at 7 o'clock, went to work from 8:30 until 4 o'clock, came home to sit on my couch, cooked dinner for me and Rose and went to sleep at 11 o'clock.

I didn't go out much, whenever I did it was because Rose dragged me out and I spent the entire time in some weird club, watching Rose dance with hot guys and have fun while I sat alone at the bar, downing drink after drink.

I lived the life of an old spinster and I was only twenty years old.

When I was in high school, I dreamed of going places, doing things; I wanted to go backpacking in Europe, cruise the Caribbean, climb Mt Everest, go on a safari in Africa. I didn't want to live like this so young, I was still a virgin for Jesus freaking Christ. I've had one boyfriend, Mike Newton, in high school when I was seventeen and we had just gotten to 2nd base before Charlie scared him off when he caught us making out on the couch. He waved his gun around so much the poor boy nearly wet himself. He never talked to me again after that and I was grounded for a week. Charlie nearly had a heart attack and my mom wanted to sit down with me and talk about how good a kisser the guy was. Ewww. First of all, Mike wasn't that great, and second, I didn't want to talk about that with my mom.

I rolled my eyes at the memories of my parents and pushed them away.

I figured that this would be what my life would be like in fifteen years plus a good husband, not as soon as I got out of high school.

I would have done at least one of those exciting things, but my parents had died only one month before my high school graduation. Rose thinks that that's what started my hermit lifestyle. I became depressed, I didn't even want to go to college anymore. But Rose pulled me up and made me put on my 'big girl pants', as she called it, and we went off to college together, but that quickly ended.

My parents, Charlie and Renee Swan, weren't exactly rich. So when they died, they only left behind about enough money to pay for one year of college plus enough for Rose and I to get an apartment together. You couldn't get much of anywhere with only one year of college under your belt, so I made the decision to pull out for a while to get a full time job so I could save up enough money to at least pay for one more year.

I wanted to become a writer, so I figured that the Seattle Tribune Newspaper was as good a start as any. The only thing was that they wouldn't hire me as a writer because of my 'lack of experience', so I got on as the bosses assistant. Yay me.

So here I was, an aspiring writer working for a newspaper and I wasn't even near a press machine or whatever it was they used these days.

The copier beeped, signaling that my copies were done. I gathered them up and readied myself for the climb back up.

Today was not a good day, thankfully, I only had one more hour until I got off.

That last hour flew by, I peeked into Laurent's office to see if he needed anything else before I left and when he gave me the go ahead, I packed my things up, turned off my computer and started for the stairs again, this time having to go down eleven floors. Awesome.

By the time I made it to my truck, an old beat up red 1953 Chevy (don't knock it, it's never failed me yet) I was huffing and puffing, with blisters on my feet the size of Texas. Rose wasn't my favorite person right now and when I got home I was going to call her and inform her of this.

I got to my apartment building and I thanked whatever god that was listening that the elevator worked.

I unlocked my door and practically threw it open, slamming it back shut when I was safely inside.

Pan was waiting on the arm of the couch to great me as always. She's always so reliable, never judges me about the fact that I never go out. Actually, I'm pretty sure she loves that I don't leave, all the more time she gets with me petting her. Greedy cat.

I settled into the comfy black leather couch and kicked my shoes off and across the room. Whew….goodbye torture devices.

I switched the T.V on and found an episode of House that I haven't seen yet and set the remote down on the table.

I wanted to call Rose, but my ass was firmly planted on the couch with Pan laying across me and I had no desire whatsoever to get up for the phone on the kitchen counter.

Ah, screw it, I'll call her later.

~U.I.A~

I jumped up, looking around me disoriented and confused about the ringing sound.

Oh shit, it was my phone. I must have fallen asleep on the couch.

I got up from the couch and stretched my arms above my head, walking over to grab the phone so that the annoying ringing would stop.

"Hello?" I answered sleepily.

"Belsha?" Rose's voice slurred through the phone.

"Rose? Jesus what are you doing?" I asked.

"I'ms out at a clfub." She stated. God, she was drunk. If she was already this drunk, how long had I been asleep?

I looked at the clock on the microwave, it said just a little after 1 o'clock. I slept way longer than I thought.

"Do you need me to come get you? You shouldn't be driving." I asked her. Rose didn't like cabs for some reason, whenever I asked her why, she said they were too dirty and the guys driving them were always creepers.

I thought she was on something, but whatever, sometimes you just have to humor Rosalie.

"Yesh plesh." She muttered.

She gave me the name of the club she was at and I grabbed my keys. This is what being Rosalie Hale's best friend was like, sometimes having to become her personal chaffer.

I walked out my apartment building and was immediately drenched. Just my luck, it was raining and I was only wearing a light hoodie. I huffed and started to run to my truck, hoping I didn't trip over something, or even my own feet. That can happen, I've done it a few times. I wasn't the most graceful ballerina in class.

I unlocked the door and hopped inside, turning the heat on and ringing my hair out. I stuck my keys in the ignition and turned it, but it did something my truck had never done in the four years that it has been mine. It stalled.

Huh, I turned the key again and it started right up. Must have been a fluke, probably 'cause I needed to take it into the car shop to get a tune up. I'll have to do that Saturday, I made a mental note and pushed it to the back of my mind.

I pulled out onto the road, trying to remember exactly what street the club Rose was at is on. I think it's on Mason and 76th.

I took a turn onto a back street, remembering that 76th street was only a few blocks away when my truck made this spluttering sound, jerked and died.

Fuck my life. You have got to be kidding me.

No, no, no, no. This is not happening. I turned the key; nothing. Not even a stutter.

Was the battery dead? Was one of the parts bad? I had no idea when it came to cars, about the most extensive thing I knew was how to check the oil and change a tire and it ended there.

I banged my head against the steering wheel repeatedly. Okay, it's going to be alright, I'll just call Rose on my cell and have her take a cab and pick me up on the way, her germ-a-phobic tendencies damned. She'll need to take a shower when she gets home anyway.

I reached for my purse in the seat next to me but just grabbed at air. I forgot my purse. I was still half asleep and rushing to get to Rose before something happened to her, I didn't grab it from the table in the entryway.

Shit, now what was I supposed to do?

Okay, I had this under control. The club was only a few blocks away, maybe six or seven, I could walk that. But, it was almost 2am and this wasn't the best part of town, but I had to do something, I couldn't just sit here all night. So I was going for it.

I grabbed my keys out of the ignition and took a deep breath.

It'll be okay Bella, you just need to walk fast, be aware of all your surroundings, nothing will happen, I tried to psych myself up.

I slid out of my truck into the now lighter rain and looked around, I couldn't see anything or more importantly, anyone, so I closed the door and started walking quickly. I had gotten to the end of the block and hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary as of yet, but the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up, so I kept looking around me nervously. It almost felt like I was being watched, but I wasn't too sure.

I kept walking until I heard something crash behind me, I jumped a foot in the air and turned around, almost falling. My breath caught in my throat and I froze when I saw the two men standing about 30 feet away. They were both dressed in dark clothing and looked to be more than 6ft tall, I couldn't see anything else because it was dark, but I knew that they weren't here to give me a hand.

Fight or flight, fight or flight, fight or flight. Flight.

I turned back around and started running for it, but I could hear the two men laugh and there was more clanging noises; they were chasing me.

Just a few more blocks and I'll reach civilization. Just a few more blocks.

I was about to turn a corner when something solid collided with me, sending me tumbling to the ground. I tried to scream, but a grimy hand was clamped over my mouth and I was turned around so I was laying on my back, staring up at one of the men that was chasing me.

This is not my fucking day.

"Ooooh, look what we got ourselves here." The man on top of me laughed. I tried struggling, trying to punch him or to kick him where it counts, but the other man had caught up by now and grabbed my ankles, holding them down to the ground and the guy on me grabbed both my wrists in one hand and pinned them down above my head, digging them into the rough pavement.

"Looks good, fine piece of ass we found here, man." The guy holding my legs down said. Ugh, I wanted to kick him in his face and hope I knock all his teeth out. Disgusting bastard.

The other guy on me didn't say anything, just took the zipper on my jacket and yanked it down, opening it up all the way. His hand immediately went for my right breast and started squeezing it painfully. I choked out a muffled sob against his hand and he just sneered at me and reached down towards his pockets. For a moment I thought he was about to unzip his pants, but his hand came back up with a pocket knife, waving it in front of my face.

"You make a sound, and I will slit your throat, you got it bitch?" He threatened.

I didn't say anything, just glared at him and I guess he took that as a 'yes' because he smirked at me and took the knife down to cut my shirt down the middle, revealing my blue lacy bra. His mouth attached itself to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, I'm sure.

My eyes started darting around everywhere looking for something I could use to attack them with or someone walking by that I could scream to for help. There wasn't anything, of course no one is around, it's 2am in a bad part of town. Jesus I'm an idiot.

I swung my eyes back around to the man on top of me, but something caught my attention before I reached him.

On a fire escape there was a dark figure. It looked like another man, I couldn't really tell what he was wearing, but it looked like he had a hood pulled over his head.

Was he with these two men that were going to rape me? Was he someone who lived around here and was just watching on with morbid curiosity? Did he even care enough to try to stop them? By the way he was just standing there and staring, I didn't think so to that last question.

I tried to scream out to the person, but it was just muffled and the guy on top of me slapped me hard, jarring me and bringing my attention back to him and his pocket knife that was now currently pressed against my throat.

"What the fuck did I tell you, bitch?" He yelled at me, making spit fly in my face.

I cried out around his hand and he slid the knife past my throat and instead to my collarbone, bringing it down so it cut through the skin there like warm butter.

Surprisingly, I smelled the blood before I felt the pain, I hate blood, whenever I would see or smell it, I would get dizzy and pass out. I don't think this time was any different, my vision was already becoming fuzzy and my mind was mercifully slipping into unconsciousness. If this was going to happen to me, I'd rather not be aware for it.

That's when the pain hit me.

I screamed out again from the stinging pain and tears were now seeping out of my eyes and falling down my face, making my vision even fuzzier. I couldn't even see the man on me anymore. He had just started yelling at me again when suddenly he was lifted off of me like he weighed less than a gallon of milk, and thrown a few yards away from me.

I looked up, expecting to see the other man there, maybe he had changed his mind or he got mad at the other man about something, but instead I was surprised to see who I thought was the figure that I had seen on the fire escape standing a couple feet away. I didn't think he would help me, but thank God I was wrong.

I wiped at my face, trying to get the tears out of my eyes so I could be sure that's who this man was, but nothing was helping my vision, my mind was still slipping away into darkness.

The last thing I recalled was the strange man leaning over me and something brushed against my cheek; his fingers? I think he said something, but it was just garbled together and I couldn't understand him.

I didn't have any fight left in me, my entire body went limp and everything around me went black. Leaving me to dream about a mystery man that may have just saved my life or the very least my sanity.

A/N: That was just the first chapter, I know it was a little short, but the other chapters should be longer.

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