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Summary:
When the Cullen brothers come across an injured Bella on the side of the road, they take her home to care for her. They quickly realize that she is their soul mate and will do anything to protect her. And they'll never let her go. J/E/B/E


Notes:


2. All of her Violets

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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. But I will own the world one day.

Ménage

Chapter 2 –All of Her Violets

Jasper carefully laid her down on his bed. They didn't want to scare her, but she needed to be comfortable and her injuries had to be assessed.

Edward had gone to retrieve the first aid kit from the garage and Emmett was getting towels and water.

Jasper gazed down at the young woman. He felt a fluttering in his stomach that he hadn't felt before. It was inexplicable. But, was it possible that she was…her? He shook off those thoughts. Now wasn't the time to contemplate romance. She needed to be taken care of.

Blood soaked the front of her shirt. Maybe they should have taken her to a hospital. She could be dying…

He started to unbutton her top, noticing the rips in it. Edward came back in then.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to see where she's hurt." Jasper replied, concentrating on each button. He felt himself becoming aroused and tried to will himself to calm down. Even if she was who he thought she was, it was wrong to be getting so…randy when the poor girl was bleeding and unconscious.

One glance at Edward, however, told him that his brother was in a similar predicament. There was no question about it, then. He would just have to see how Emmett reacted, but he was certain he was right.

Emmett burst in just as the last button was undone, a bucket filled with water in one hand and a small stack of towels wedged under his other arm. He stopped dead when he saw the bloody beauty.

"Fuck." He muttered, his eyes glazing over. He shook his head and stomped over to the bed and placed the bucket and the towels beside it. He made an effort not to look at the limp body.

Yup, Jasper was right.

The blood had trickled down past her stomach, but the wound was around her collarbone. The three of them each grabbed a towel, soaking them in water and gingerly wiping away the blood and dirt.

"Oh my god." Edward's breath caught in his throat as her skin was revealed. He was furious, no, enraged, worried, sickened, and petrified for the woman he had already come to care for. His brothers' expressions matched his. They were pissed.

All along her body were bruises. Dots of violet and brown adorned almost every inch of her pale skin. And some of them weren't new. She even had a black eye. How had they not noticed that before?

Someone had hurt her. Beaten her, and god knows what else. They shuddered to think that she may have been…raped. It was deplorable. They would kill the bastard who did this. Heck, they'd torture him first. But nothing could atone for the wrong done to this girl. If they hadn't found her, she would have died. They could never forgive that.

The gash was just above her left breast, curving upwards to her collarbone, nearing her throat. It was a shallow cut, much to their relief, and the bleeding had ceased, drying into a clump. Her breathing was even, and it was obvious that she was exhausted and, from the looks of it, undernourished. Her ribs were, aside from being bruised, sticking out. She was unhealthy and underweight, but that would soon be remedied. They'd take care of her, and no one would ever hurt her again. And God help the sick bastard who would not escape their wrath.

!

After she was sufficiently cleaned up and bandaged, the brothers left her alone in the bedroom and went into the kitchen to talk.

"You felt it, didn't you?" Jasper asked them. He'd wanted to discuss this with them since he first got an inkling of it.

Edward ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than he usually did. "Definitely. It's like being under a spell. I couldn't even think clearly. It's her. I know it." He shook his head, a wide grin forming on his lips. "I can't believe it. I didn't think it was going to happen."

Emmett nodded. "Yeah, I totally felt it, too. Was I the only one whose dick took on a life of its own? I felt like such a perv. I mean it's not like I wanted to stick it to her right then and there, her being so dead-like and all. But if she wasn't in that condition, man I'd pounce." Emmett blew out a long whoosh of air.

"Very eloquent, Em." Jasper snorted. "But, yes, I had the same reaction. It's her alright. No doubt about it. I can't believe we found her."

"You think she'll like us? I know she'll like me, but all three of us?" Emmett asked.

Edward rolled his eyes. "We're all meant to be together, right? Why wouldn't she? I guess it isn't exactly normal, but we love her, as we're supposed to, so she'll love us like she's supposed to. There's really no other way. It's done."

Jasper sighed. "I agree. She's the one. She's our soul-mate. No going back from there. Now, what about that fucker who did this to her?"

"I'll take care of that." Emmett said, cracking his knuckles.

"Once she wakes up and tells us," Edward added, "And don't think I'm not having my go at him. We're all in on this. No one hurts our woman and gets away with it."

They were silent for a minute, each one thinking about how momentous the night had been. They had found their angel, their battered, bruised angel, the one meant solely for them and them alone. Now here she was in their house, and they didn't even know her name. It certainly wasn't an ideal scenario. The small hope they'd always entertained about being gifted their soul-mate never included her being hurt in any way. It should have been easy. They believed that, had everything actually gone as they wished, she would simply come into their lives, no fuss, and they would be together with their happily ever after and all that jazz.

Already they had almost lost her.

Who wanted to hurt such an angel? How could someone stain her skin and bleed her and still live with themselves?

The Cullen brothers had gained a protective nature over her the minute they set eyes on her, not to mention a fierce possessiveness. It was a dangerous trait, they knew, but it couldn't be helped.

She was theirs.

Her eyelids slowly opened, and she found herself surrounded by darkness. Her whole body ached and suddenly she was hyper-aware of every nerve in her body.

Where was she? Hadn't she escaped already? Wait…no. Oh no, he found her! She was back there and trapped. All that effort to save herself only to be snatched back to her own personal hell. It was all for nothing! She wanted to cry, but her eyes stung already from the hits she took. Surely she made it too easy to be caught. She was surprised she made it out the door to begin with.

Now she would suffer ten times worse. One day, she knew, she would pay the ultimate price.

She tried to focus and clear the fuzziness from her mind. She must have been out a long time. Probably the only rest she'd get in awhile. He rarely left her in peace.

Was he here?

There was a noise coming from outside the room. Voices, she realized. Shit. How many were there?

Panic began to crawl up her throat. She should be used to this by now, but no, she was still terrified to the bone, no matter how well she hid it sometimes. And he knew that.

She needed to get out of there. If only her body would move. A whimper escaped as she attempted to swing her legs off the bed. Everything hurt! She tried to be quiet, calm, logical, and brave, but common sense told her that she had no chance of escape.

Footsteps were coming down the hall. Multiple footsteps. What was she going to do?

Her mind went into overdrive.

Suddenly the door flew open and before she knew it the light was switched on.

Oh dear. Who were they? New goons?

"Love, you're awake." One of them said, coming towards her. He had really bizarre hair and she was certain she hadn't seen him before. She backed up until her back was flat against the headboard as he advanced, followed by two other hulking men. She started hyperventilating.

And they kept coming. Three sets of eyes on her, three large men going after her.

No, no, no, no, they were going to hurt her. She desperately wanted to speak, to tell them to go away, get away from her. But her throat constricted and nothing came out.

Edward shot onto the bed and sat next to her, prying her from her position and cradling her, placing her head in the crook of his neck and wrapping his arms around her while smoothing down her hair. It was supposed to be comforting. "Love, what's wrong? You're okay now. No one's going to hurt you. We're here, baby," he kissed her forehead, but that just seemed to make it worse, "Love, calm down. You're safe."

Jasper sat on the other side of her, rubbing her back. Emmett moved in front of her, gently grazing her leg with his hand. "Baby? Look at us, baby." She was sobbing at this point, and none of them understood why.

"Darling, calm down. We're here now." Jasper cooed. "Remember me? From earlier? It's me, and you're safe. We're all here to protect you." He made to kiss her cheek, but found himself rebuffed.

"No!" she finally got her voice back, weakly shoving him off. "Get away from me! Where am I?"

Jasper frowned. "Home, darling."

"This isn't home." She cried, choking on her own sobs. "There isn't a home. I don't know you. I don't know what you've done to me. And what the hell am I wearing?" She'd finally realized that her clothes were gone, replaced by an oversized, plaid button-down shirt. She wasn't wearing underwear now, either. They were a bunch of perverts.

"Your clothes were ruined, love." Edward spoke up. "I put you in my shirt. I-I didn't peek, though."

But he was hard now. They all were, despite the terrible situation. She was hysterical and they didn't know what to do, but their dicks sure as hell had ideas.

They honestly had no control over it.

"What's your name?" Edward croaked, trying to ignore the throbbing in his pants.

She didn't answer.

"Well," Jasper said, "if you don't tell us, we're just gonna have to call you Angel. Alright Angel? Time to calm down. We're not going to harm you. Ever."

"Please don't touch me." She begged in a whisper. Their hands immediately retreated and they moved farther away from her. Maybe she needed space. Maybe she'd see them, really see them if they simply let her get her bearings. The girl was traumatized, after all.

"I want to…to take a shower. M-may I?" She sounded so small. It broke their hearts.

"Of course." All three answered.

Jasper cleared his throat. "The bathroom is down the hall. I'll show you." Maybe join you, too.

She struggled to get up from the bed, but refused their help. They had to clench their fists to keep from going to her. It was their duty to take care of her. But they would obey her irrational wishes… for now.

With her small fingers she tugged at the hem of the shirt in a useless attempt to keep her modesty. Had they all seen her naked? She wondered. The idea made her bristle. Still, she didn't want them seeing anything more than necessary. They might rape her. Maybe they already had. Maybe this was all just a game to them.

She bit her lip, forcing the men in front of her to hold back groans. She failed to notice, instead worrying about whether she should walk ahead of them or not. Never turn your back to the enemy, she remembered.

She gestured for them to lead the way.

And perhaps she wasn't the smartest girl considering what she did next.

But they were distracted and there was the front door teasing her from a short distance away. Ten, fifteen feet.

Maybe she shouldn't have bolted.

But she did.

With three men hot on her tail.

She was theirs, after all.