I had another weird idea, so just run with me here.
Warning: there is rape, so if you don't like that, don't read it.
I DO NOT own Twilight.
I stood next to the luggage in front of the door, sulking: Dad and Carlisle- who was his best friend since grade school, tricked me into agreeing to go on a fishing/camping trip with. Okay, by tricked, I meant guilt-rid me into going. They claimed it was good for me to connect with them before I go off to college next fall. But I knew the real reason, it was to try to hook me up with Edward-Carlisle's son: AKA First Class Player of Forks High. -
And when I say that I mean it. Every time I see him, he's mindlessly flirting with so stupid bimbo right outside of class, and when I go to his house to hang out with Alice-his sister, and my best friend; I hear the grunts and moans coming from his room. That is when I beg Alice to get me out of there, even go shopping with her, much to her pleasure.
But now, I was to endure a full weekend, deep in the woods, sharing a tent with the gigolo. Man why is God doing this to me?
"Are you ready to load the car Bella?" Charlie asked, rounding the corner.
"Yes, Dad." I said, fawning enthusiasm, but sounding very sarcastic as well.
He sighed and grabbing some things to start loading the gear.
I sighed as well, and followed suit- just two days Bella you can do this. I seriously doubted that, since Edward and I are most likely to kill each other before the weekend was up.
When we were done, I climbed into the truck- the passenger seat, because I was too angry about the whole thing to drive.
"I'm sure you'll have fun, Bella."
"I highly doubt that, Dad." I really do, 'cause I had a very bad feeling something horrible was going to happen this weekend.
EPOV
I can't believe this, I can't believe this, I can't FUCKING believe this. I repeated the mantra over and over again in my head. What the hell are they thinking, forcing me to go on a camping/fishing trip with my dad and Charlie? I mean come on, I have plenty of things I need to do- things way more interesting than those two activities. And not only that, Charlie's daughter Bella-Ugh, the slime that goes through my mouth every time I think or say her name came back-was coming. God they just like to torture me: Don't my parents understand that I'll never like her. Obviously not, considering I'm going on a trip with that bitch.
God, help me- I took out my cell phone, and dialed. She picked up after the second ring.
"Hello." She answered.
"Hey Lauren." I purred.
"Oh hello, Edward." She purred back, making me hard.
"Listen, I can't come over 'cause my folks are forcing me to go on a camping trip." I heard an irritated grunt on her end, which made me laugh. "But-" I paused, "how about you sneak into the woods in that open area I showed you last week, I'll meet you there, and then we can have some fun." I heard a moan. "That's right, baby. You like having me pound my hard chock into your slick, wet pussy, don't you?"
"Oh Edward. I'm getting wet just thinking about it."
"You remember how to get there right?" I asked, serious now, actually, more like desperate 'cause I didn't want to spend a full weekend dealing with her complaining. Which reminded me-
"How could I not forget the place where I've had the BEST fuck of my life?"
"That's my baby. Now I have to make another call, I'll fuck you later."
"You certainly will." Then she hung up, leaving me to dial my next call, which was a friend I met at The Lodge one night.
"Hello?" His gruff voice answered after the first ring.
"Hey, I want you to do something for me."
In the woods (campsite)
BPOV
Tents set up, check. Firewood collected, check. Food stored safely, check. Edward's here, uncheck-Thank God. If he was late, I was hoping to Jesus it would be for a while, but he didn't grant me that luxury, because as soon as everything was finished, he and Carlisle broke through the bush with a few sleeping bags and a cooler in tow.
"Well Hello there, Bella." Carlisle greeted.
I smiled and nodded, carefully avoiding Edward, because though I hated his guts, I had to admit: With his emerald eyes and tousled bronze hair, he looked inhumanly beautiful.
"Carlisle!" Shouted Charlie, coming out through the trees, which lead away from the river. The two men exchanged hugs and "It's been forever since we've done something togethers" and "it's great to see yous."
"Hello Bella." Said an eerie velvet voice behind me. I rolled my eyes and restrained gagging.
"Shouldn't you be fucking some dimwitted bimbo that you've arranged to come out here so your dick wouldn't explode?" I asked, again refusing to look at him.
"Oh, in due time." He muttered, chuckling, which disgusted me even more. "I just need the right time so those two won't notice my absence." He gestured to our fathers.
I laughed, turning over to look at him, but avoiding his face. "So, what you're telling me; is that you're too much of a pussy to tell your own folks and my dad that you screw every girl in School?" I stuck my finger in his face 'cause I knew what his response would be. "And before you threaten to kill me-remember that my dad is the Police Chief, and if he were to find out, you would go to prison for the rest of your life. Only to be satisfied by masturbating."
He didn't respond, just stormed off into one of the tents, mumbling angrily under his breath.
The next morning
It was normal morning in the woods: clouds gathering overhead, no sign of raining, but you never know. I was eating my breakfast, which consisted of two scrambled eggs and a few pieces of bacon. Charlie and were sitting across from me, talking about going fishing later today. Edward-thankfully- hadn't woken up yet; although I was surprised the smell of bacon didn't do the trick.
It wasn't easy dealing with him at night either: Charlie and Carlisle made us share one of the tents, so much to our dismay. When Edward's asleep, all he dreams about is sex, sex, and more sex. The guy moans in his sleep, saying things like, "Oh that's it baby" or "Let me feel that tight wet pussy around my hard cock." God, that man is nauseating. Anyway, late in the night, I decided to go take a walk in the woods. I sat down at the each of the lake, looking at the few beams of moonlight breaking through the clouds. It was very quiet and peaceful, but there was an uneasy feeling inside. It was something that sparked ever since Edward arrived: It was the fear of something very bad happening, and soon. I didn't know what it was, but something was telling me it was going to happen before the weekend was up.
"Hey Bella?" Charlie said, pulling out from my memory. "Carlisle and I were talking and we thought it would be nice if you and Edward went for a walk together."
I froze, my fork with a fresh scoop of eggs in midair. Oh no, God no.
"WHAT?" Edward shouted from the tent. A few moments later, he came, wearing only his boxers. "There is no fucking way I'm going for a walk with this slut."
"You walk around in your boxers half the time, and you're calling me the slut?"
He scowled at me, though our dads didn't make too much on those comments. "I'm not going for a walk with this creature." I said, pointing to me.
"And I'm not going with guy who, apparently has no dignity." I pointed back at him.
"I'd rather have my dick chopped off."
"I'd rather get kidnapped and raped."
"THAT IS ENOUGH." Carlisle said. "You two are going for a walk together and that's FINAL."
Edward and I groaned in unison.
A few hours later
God, I was so annoyed at our fathers right now. Not only were they forcing Edward and I to go for a walk, they weren't leaving the campsite until they were sure we were doing what they wanted us to do. Edward arose from the tent in torn jeans and a gray t-shirt. I was wearing sweatpants and a blue blouse under a jean-jacket. I knew Edward had some girl hiding somewhere so he could fuck her, and believe me; I had no intention of staying anywhere close to them.
We walked in complete silence until we were sure Charlie, nor Carlisle could hear us. "Okay, point in the direction your slut is hiding, and I'll go in the opposite direction."
He pointed to the right and as soon as we hit the fork in the path, she was there. "Hello there, Baby." The slut, whom I recognized as Lauren Mallory from school was flaunting her hips at Edward, who was gaping at her body with his pants becoming intently tight. Gross.
I turned to the left keeping my eyes at my feet. "Hey bitch." I froze at the sound of his voice. "Make sure your back at this spot by five, I don't want to be the one to get screwed by our dads." I just nodded and took off. Selfish jerk. I just kept on walking, trying to get as far away from Edward and his skank as possible. But, the farther I got, the feeling I got when I was sitting by the lake last night came back, this time, more intense.
"Well hello there, Bella." A gruff said from behind me. I turned around and saw a man with long dirty blond hair, tied into a ponytail. He also had a five 'o clock shadow and a slender body, less more than Edward, but still. "My name is James." He circled my body, and though at points, I could not see him, I could feel his eyes on my body.
"How d-do you k-know my name?" I stuttered, my body shaking.
"Is that really important?" James grabbed my shoulder from behind and thrust me up against a tree. "Although he did say I could do what I wanted with you." He placed both his hands on the tree trunk on both sides of me.
I push him off. "I'm not a whore." I yelled at him.
He grabbed me by both my wrists and forced on my knees. "Ah, you've got that wrong. You're my little whore." He tied my wrists together with a chain and gagged me with a bloodied scarf.
Even with my feeble attempts to get away from James, over the last- whatever many minutes passed, he ripped my jacket and panties off and violated me. I was virgin, the only one at school, so it hurt, BAD. No matter how much I screamed he just kept going, and the scarf muffled the sounds. When the scarf dropped, he took out a switchblade and placed it over my throat. I cried at one point, but James had no mercy for me. And when he did stop, and pulled out of me, he slit my throat from ear-to-ear and left me there. I didn't even feel anything after that, no nausea from the blood, not even aftershock of being raped. So I just laid there, knowing I was going to die, and soon, and since I had no strength left, there was no point in even trying to call for help.
Elsewhere in the woods, near Bella
Eleazar POV
It was of comical having a mate who wanted to hunt in different areas to taste new blood, but that's what I loved about Carmen, or one of the many things I loved about her. We've been hunting for nearly six hours, and I really was full, that's a scent caught me:
It was a human scent: freesias and lavender, I could tell it was a young girl, maybe teenager. I followed the scene with NO intention of drinking it, but because it was so strong, something horrible must have happened to her. And I was right; I came around a tree to find a girl chained up, some clothes discarded, and her throat cut open, minutes away from dying. I could conclude she had been raped. I called Carman over to help me save her. I wasn't a doctor, but I knew she was beyond human saving. And this girl, as one of us; her gift is unique in a sense, but she'll be able to compel people, much like us in the myths. I bit her first, to heal the cut on her throat; oddly, she didn't scream before Carmen gave the girl her blood and snapped her neck:
That's one big difference between us: If I bite a human, and pull away, the victim spends three days burning in agony from the venom. What Carman does is a little different; Actually has blood in her system, and not only for consuming it. Once she gives a human her blood and then snap the neck, the transformation is complete when the victim feeds.
The wounds were healed at this point, but we decided to take her to our little cabin deeper into the forest, just so we can teach her our way of life, feeding included.
Around five 'o clock back at the fork
EPOV
I checked my watch: five, then where the fuck is Bella? I told James to be done with her by now, so what the hell?
If I head back without Bella, my dad and Charlie are going to have my ass for it, and I'm going to kill her for it when she comes back.
"Edward? Bella?" It was Charlie.
SHIT.
A/N Yes, Edward did send James, but he didn't mean to kill her, that was what James thought.
