Author's note: FYI, Twilight doesn't belong to me. I'm just borrowing a few things and having a bit of fun. Yet another story of vampires making themselves known to humans...lol...hope you enjoy :) Feel free to leave a review (In Alice's words "show me the love")
My eyes are groggy and crusted with sleep. There are aches and pains that let me know I'm still alive. It's been several months since the vampires took over and gathered us humans into arenas and chained us up.
We are their slaves. We are owned and traded and sold as property. I am currently owned by a group called the Volturi and I am being held in a facility somewhere in Italy. My home town of Forks was one of the first to be ransacked and taken over. The devastation was total. Many of the town's citizens were murdered, a small percentage being taken captive to either be turned into a soulless monster, or used as a slave waiting to be eaten.
My name is Bella Swan, and my father Charlie and I were among the living. Traded to the "kings" of these beings. Aro seemed to favor my father, so we were granted life; although not much of a life to be had. Every day my father would come back to our cell looking more like a ghost than a human. Working for the leeches seems to take a piece of the man he once was every day, his face is gaunt and his eyes are hollow. It makes me feel guilty, because I know it's my innocence, my virginity, he works so hard to protect. Protecting me, his only daughter, is what's killing him.
I'm not sure how much time has gone by, how long we've been captive in this castle, until one day Aro comes into my room, and tells me I'm to be seen by an Olympia coven leader. He sends me to the baths and I'm thoroughly scrubbed by the other hired help, more vampires. By now, my skin is so used to the icy temperature of my captors, that I scarcely notice the rough touch of those bathing me. My mind wanders and I have to breathe through a near panic attack. What is going to happen to my father? I can't bear to leave Charlie. I've been his life since humanities came to an abrupt end.
Nearly an hour after I'm sent to the bathing room, I'm re-dressed into clean, well made clothing. The feeling of comfort seeming foreign to me. I shrug off my complacency and shuffle my way to the slave waiting area to wait for one of the kings to come and inspect me. I relax a bit when I realize Aro will be the one to make sure I'm presentable for the Olympic coven. I muster up some courage to ask him what is to become of my father. I see that he has no intention of letting Charlie go. He is already losing one of his most prized possessions by trading me. The Olympians have threatened war if the north westerner humans aren't returned to them. So, I am being given as a peace offering. Charlie and I are the only ones from Seattle at the Volturi facility.