Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!
BPOV
Edward and I sat in the truck, my arm was stinging from the stiches.
"You can't protect me...from anything Edward." Edward leaned over and gripped my cardigan. He hoisted me up by the collar. The material ripped, letting me fall back towards the seat.
"I can't protect you from anything? What would you call me fighting James off? Or when I pushed you away from Jasper?" He gripped my shoulders tightly.
"You pushed me into a glass table! You only made it worse!" He's eyes were black now. Oh no. I cowered further into the corner. My hand grasped the handle ready to escape if anything happened.
"I try to protect you from everything! I protect you from vampires, from yourself. From me." He grabbed my hand and yanked it away from the door. He pulled both hands up over my head. I was going to scream for Charlie, for anybody but Edward clamped a hand over my mouth. "I would do anything for you, and all I get is this? How dare you? You're just a pesky human, with sweet blood running through your veins. Maybe I should I just suck you dry? I have wanted to taste you ever since I saw you."
The tears were streaming down my face. I shook my head violently as he leaned in. I could feel him breathing on my neck. His teeth bit down and drew blood. He kept sucking before, sealing it with the burning venom.
"I want you to go in there and make Charlie think you're having a sleepover with Alice. I don't want to find out that you did anything else. If I do, there will be consequences." He shoved me out of the truck and let me go inside. Charlie was asleep on the couch. I slipped past him and fell up the stairs, waking him up.
"Dad go back to bed. I'm going to stay with Alice tonight. She has a party planned." He nodded before going upstairs. I grabbed my emergency money, some clothes, a credit card and my toiletries. I looked at my locket, fighting with myself about taking it. I chose not to. Then, I wrote a short note for Charlie, sticking it to the mirror.
Dad
I'm staying with the Cullens for the week. Be back on Monday.
Bells
I shoved everything into my bag, held my head high and walked outside. It was time to face my nightmares, without my best friend.
EPOV
Her blood tasted so sweet. Even sweeter then I had remember. I had to stop myself before I sucked her dry. Much more fun if she's alive. Bella came out with a bag slung over her shoulder. She hadn't changed. Dresses were much easier to deal with.
"What's wrong love?" She sniffled before wrapping her arms around me. "I'm sorry about before. I was angry. When you were inside it gave me time to cool down and think. I'm sorry about what I did Bella. Come on. I'm sure Alice would love to see you again. And Jasper will be there. I'm sure you want to see Jasper again don't you?" She kissed me on the cheek before nodding and starting the truck.
"Why don't you let me drive Bella?" She slid over to the passenger side and I drove. Driving towards the house, I thought of all the things I could do. I placed her on the newly acquired bed, locked the door and grinned to myself. The real fun begins now.
Bella placed her bag on the bed and sat down. I sat next to her, watching as she took of the dress. Sadly, she then began put on her pyjamas. I gripped Bella by her hips and forced her to lie down. She knocked her bag off the bed with her flailing arms.
"Edward what are you doing? Let me up!" I held Bella's wrists in one hand above her head as she attempted to break free.
"There's not point trying to break free. Everyone left for a hunting trip. It's your own fault you know. Your luscious blood drove us near insane. They won't be back for a very long time Bella." I her ripped off her clothing, leaving her naked.
"Edward, you're finally giving in. What took so long?" That surprised me. I would've expected her to cringe away and scream.
"No. I'm taking what's rightfully mine." She laughed quietly and looked at the ceiling.
"There's nothing to take. I'm not a virgin Edward. I'm nowhere near one." I slapped her, whipping her head to the side. She breathed in deeply.
"You're an asshole Edward Cullen. I hope you rot in hell. I would much rather die then be with you for another day."
"Hmm, that can be arranged, but first..." I entered her roughly and continued to have my way with her. She never made a sound. Then, I bit down harshly in the junction of her shoulder and neck, draining her slowly and surely. And yet she still didn't make a sound.
"I hope you live with the guilt forever…"
BPOV
Being plummeted into the middle of the road in the seventh century is never fun. The carriage coming straight towards me obviously wasn't going to stop. I flattened myself against the road and slipped through the middle of the wheels as it slid over me. The dress and horrendous shoes I was wearing made a good cushion. I slipped of the shoes and waited for the carriage to pass over me.
I sprung up and continued across the road, freezing when I heard a gun shot. I ran towards the sound, a fish swimming upstream, as everyone ran in the opposite direction. Someone pushed me into a palm tree, my vision swimming. I blinked the blind spots away and began to run again. Glass cut into my bare feet and the skirts dragged behind me.
"Bella!" I ignored the voice of my Gibbs and kept running, ripping of the skirts that caught on objects around me. A cat jumped onto my shoulder and off, settling in the heap of ripped fabric I had just shed. How that poor thing ever survived I shall never know. Another shot fired and I ran even faster, pushing against the hordes pushing me back.
"Get out of the way!" A rich looking man in a wig pushed people away from him. He stopped for an instance when he saw me. "Isabella?" I nodded my head and ducked as someone threw something.
"Captain Norrington, how nice to see you again." I curtseyed and eyed his jacket. "My apologies, Commodore." He shook his head and looked me over.
"Come, we must get you back to your farther and Elizabeth. I am afraid a pirate is running rampant." He helped me through the crowds and towards the home I had grown up in.
The corset was bound even tighter then I remembered. The free flowing clothing of the 21st centenary was now replaced by the corsets and stiff bodices. The maid pinned up the last of my hair and shuffled out of the room. I stood and looked out of the window. Since Elizabeth's adventure with Captain Jack Sparrow, she had retired to her room without dinner. I felt the imprint of the East India Trading company's brand on my thigh. Usually placed on the forearm my captor had the sick mind of placing it on my inner thigh.
"Isabella." My farther stood in the doorway his wig perfect as always. "It is time for dinner." I gripped his arm and we slowly descended the staircase. Entering the dinning room I found a familiar face. Golden hair and ivory skin stared at me. I smiled graciously at her and sat down.
"Governor, there is a visitor for you." James' voice boomed across the grave silent room. My farther nodded and excused himself.
Then, I was stuck in a room with one individual who knew everything about me. From the look in her eyes, she wanted answers and now.
Well, I found an old piece of writing, decided to spruce it up and this is what I ended up with.
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