Authors note: I do not own twilight; I'm just borrowing her characters.
Chapter one: kidnapped
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
It was the echo of water hitting water bouncing off the walls that first awoke me.
Drip…drip…drip
I couldn't see anything; my eyes were covered in a rough fabric secured firmly across my face. I tried to move, but that proved pointless as well. I was bound with my hands above my head with thick rope, my legs and feet also tightly wound and attached to something, but I wasn't sure what. It smelt bad here; the air was thick with the scent of damp mold and garbage.
Drip…drip…drip
My teeth clenched in agitation with the constant dripping sound. It was maddening. I tried to hear something else, anything else that would help me figure out where I was, but there was nothing but the sound of falling water. No creaks, no cars, absolutely fucking nothing. I was alone, completely alone.
I tried again to move, I tugged my arms to see if the rope would give, but it didn't budge, it only caused the rope to scrape my wrists painfully. I tried to remember how this happened but my mind was a pounding fog. I think I was drugged, or hit on the head…or both. It hurt too much to think, and my body felt heavy and cold. I must have been tired too, because it was only moments later that I fell asleep again.
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I don't know how much time past, could have been hours for all I knew, but when I woke up again I had been moved. I still couldn't see anything, my eyes were still covered, but the floor felt different. It wasn't just bare cement anymore; it felt like a lumpy mattress. The springs creaked loudly when I tried to move. My binds had been changed as well. My hands were now tied behind my back, and were attached to what was probably a pole of some kind, I tried tugging again.
Nothing.
I could still hear the dripping noise clearly, so I knew I was at least in the same room. My head felt clearer too, but still hurt like a bitch. I tried again to remember what had happened, but only got bits and pieces. I remembered going out to the bar with Alice, we had a few drinks, and we danced for a few hours. I remember a face too; with the most unusually colored eyes I had ever seen. Things went blurry again. I tried to remember more, but there was nothing. By now it was becoming clear to me what had happened and panic started to set in. my heart began to beat faster and my breath started to come in short choppy shudders.
I had been kidnapped.
How or why I did not know, but that was irrelevant as I was here, wherever here was…. I tried in vain to squeeze my hands out of the ropes holding them together but they were too tight. I could feel my skin breaking and start to bleed from the friction. I cursed aloud, wincing as the sound of my voice bounced around the room. I needed to get free. Now!
Without warning the sound of a lock being opened caught my attention and made me freeze, my blood chilled at the thought of my attacker approaching. The door opened, and then closed again moments later with a resounding click. I waited anxiously to see what would happen, but there was no sound, no indication of anyone being present in the room. My heart beat faster, and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Who are you" I demanded. My voice was raspy and weak, not at all how I wanted to sound. No reply. But there was a change; I could hear the footsteps of my captor moving closer to me, and then there breathing. They felt close. Too close.
"Who are you" I asked again, this time my voice was much clearer. Still my captor made no reply; instead I felt it as there hand brushed my hair away from my face. I jerked away from the contact, by his rough skin and size I could tell my captor was a man. He touched my hair again, softly stroking it while brushing it behind my ear.
I hated this feeling, the feeling of being completely and entirely at his mercy. I couldn't move any farther away, no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to scream and him to stop, but I held my tongue. I was in no position to do anything, so I wasn't about to aggravate him into something worse.
"You must be thirsty" his voice startled me. It wasn't at all what I had been expecting. It was smooth like liquid honey, and just as sweet. His tone was not harsh in the least, but soothing. He pulled his hand away from my face, and the next thing I felt was a cold glass being held to my lips.
"Drink," he said, gently nudging my lips open to accept the fluid. I opened my mouth hesitantly, ready to spit out anything that tasted at all strange, but it was just water. The moment it touched my lips I drank the contents of the glass greedily, not realizing how thirsty I truly was. The cold water settled in my stomach like a punch to the gut, I shivered from the cold.
"Why am I here?" I tried asking once the glass was emptied, not really expecting an answer.
"Because you were brought here" he answered, much to my surprise.
"But why?" I demanded "what have I done to deserve this? What reason do you have for taking me?"
"You will find that out soon enough" and just like that he was gone, the loud ringing of a lock being put back confirming his departure.
Fuck.
I cannot tell you how scared I was at that moment. I by nature hated uncertainly, especially surprises. I liked knowing I was in total control of my life, and the knowledge that I was completely without control and knowledge of anything around me, terrified me. I needed a plan, I needed to escape. But how could I escape if I couldn't even move! And to top it all off I was in a locked room who the fuck knows where!
"God damn it!" I swore, banging my head on the mattress. Knowing I couldn't do anything I decided to wait for my captor to reappear. Thankfully that didn't take long; it was only maybe an hour or so later that I heard the lock being opened and footsteps approaching. But this time it was accompanied with the sweet aroma of food. My mouth watered.
"I figured you would be hungry, so I brought you some soup" he said. "I am going to move you into a sitting position; I would appreciate it if you did not fight me"
"You could always just untie me" I countered, but never the less allowed him to move me so my back was against the wall and I was sitting on the mattress.
"I think we both know that is not going to happen, now open up"
"Could you at least takeoff the blind fold? I'm not a fan of this whole not seeing business" there was a moment of silence before he replied, his voice sounded rather exasperated
"If I remove the blindfold will you co-operate while I feed you?"
"That sounds fair" I agreed, more than eager to see what I was faced with. I tried not to cringe as I felt his hands on my face again, seeking and untying the knot that held the fabric together. Once he removed the blind fold I slowly opened my eyes, wincing from the light as they slowly adjusted to the change.
His face was the first thing I noticed. He looked Scottish, or maybe Irish, I couldn't tell which because his voice held no trace of an accent. He had dull red hair that had receded and thinned with age, I pegged him to be in his late forties early fifties. His eyes were a greyish blue and much like his appearance they seemed tired and weary. I was surprised to see how normal my captor looked. He didn't seem menacing, if anything his soothing tone matched his appearance exactly. He looked like he was someone's grandfather, the kind that would spoil his grandchildren rotten.
I hated him even more.
"Here, eat." He instructed, moving a spoonful of what looked to be tomato soup towards my mouth. Obediently I allowed him to feed me the soup, while casually looking around and taking note of my surroundings. The room was small, made entirely of cement. The dripping noise came from the far left corner of the room from a crack in the roof. Besides the mattress I was on there was no other furniture in the room except for the chair that the man was using. I couldn't see the door, not without craning my head to view behind my captor, and I didn't think that would be a wise decision.
"Finished looking?" he asked after a few minutes
"Where am I?" I tried asking again
"In a room, I would have thought that obvious" he replied sarcastically.
"Will you at least tell me your name?" I sighed exasperated. He raised an eyebrow at me, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"If you tell me yours I'll tell you mine" I tried again, hoping to get at least something. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.
"I must say, you are probably the most level headed and polite guest I have had the pleasure of handling thus far.
"Have there been many others?"
"You could say that" he agreed sadly "but none of them ever stay long, and I suspect neither will you"
"What do you mean?" I tried to keep the panic out of my voice "what are you going to do with me?"
"Nothing, my only job is to keep you healthy and unharmed for the duration of your stay."
"I don't understand"
"You will soon enough"
"Why can't you tell me now?"
"It is not my place. My only job is to make sure you are fed and taken care of, nothing more. That being said I must depart. I have other guests that require my attention." He stood up from his chair and reached for the blindfold, getting ready to tie it back on.
"Wait!" I pleaded, shrinking back as far as I could "please, can't you leave it off? Please?" he hesitated, seemingly unsure of what to do, but then shrugged and placed the cloth in his pocket
"Very well, but I should warn you, should you try anything, there will be consequences"
"Understood."
"Good." With that he moved the chair far enough away that I had no hope of reaching it, picked up the empty tray of food and went to leave. When he reached the door though he stopped and looked back, his expression was thoughtful and sad. I waited for him to close the door but he didn't, he just stood there staring before finally speaking.
"Lavid"
"What?" I asked, not understanding
"My name is Lavid, and you are?"
"Bella…Bella Swan" I replied, turning my head away from him. There was nothing after that, just the click of the lock before the rooms only sound was the ever present dripping of water.
It wasn't until a few days later that I discovered the purpose of my kidnapping, when Lavid entered my prison to tell me that my stay here had come to an end, and that I had been sold. That's when four strange men entered the room and inserted a needle into my arm. My last glimpse before everything went black was of his eyes, and then there was nothing.
Authors note: ooooohhhh, I can't tell you were the inspiration for this came from but I just started to write and this is what happened. My updates for this story will not be very short sadly as this one will be purely from inspiration and time. but I will try to make a new chapter by the end of the month crosses fingers. Please tell me what you think? Good ? bad? Maybe where you think it will go or want to see happen. This story is totally open to suggestions. Cheers!