A Life of Sacrifices
For the last three years, Forks has been the territory of the Cullen family-vegetarian vampires all the way! It looks to Edward like Forks will be a steady base for them for sometime. That is until one vampire named Bella invades- A Life of a vampire can require one to many sacrifices…
Kirsten saw the feet of him through the cracks in the door before she'd even heard him start to unlock the padlocks on the door. Her teeth clenched harder on the gag in her mouth as her little heart beat faster in her chest. It felt like when she had run the preschool marathon-only this was worse because she wasn't running. She wished she could run. Every instinct cried to her to run. "Run! Run far away from danger!" Her mommy had tolled her.
Kirsten wanted her mommy. She'd been crying for her mommy for…it seemed like forever. She had stopped when her throat was raw, but she had let the tears keep falling.
But hearing the man curse as he shoved the wooden door back on its broken hinges brought her fears to new heights. She whimpered anew and started squirming again with newfound energy. The bonds around her wrists and ankles were just as tight as the last time she'd tried---only this time they were slick with her blood.
But as the door grated open, letting the moons light fall on her rumpled form on the dirt floor, she didn't care about the pain. All she felt or cared about was the silhouette of the tall, dark man who stared down at her with cold, merciless eyes.
Kirsten had seen such looks in the eyes of sheep right before her father delivered the final killing cut come the butchering season. They were wide, impossibly wide, with red rimmed edges that spoke of fear. That fear was of death, and of a master they were too afraid to fight. Such gentle sheep…
Only Kirsten realized she was the sheep in this case. The fear she saw was her own, and it raced through every little inch of her body.
This man was not afraid of her. Crazy, yes; but the look, she realized, was hungry and calculating. And it was all for her…
The man didn't even say anything. He only grunted as he bent at the waist, reaching for her. Kirsten whimpered against the gag and flinched back, burrowing behind one of the long shovels and tools. He cursed and fisted his meaty hand around her bare ankle. Kirsten kicked out as hard as she could, but it didn't break his hold in the least. He pulled her out from her hiding place with ease. One of the shovels fell as she was pulled from behind them, nearly hitting the man. He shoved it aside and dragged her fully out into the night air.
Kirsten struggled, even though she knew it was hopeless. But it was all she could do, all she knew to do! The man grumbled about her thrashing as he lifted her by her wrists and ankles. He carried her like that, a lamb sacrifice, away from the hunting shed, moving swiftly across the dirt path. Kirsten was jostled against his legs as he walked, but she could see the black truck he had brought her here in parked in the trees.
Kirsten had been walking home from her friend Trisha's house--they had both lived in Forks forever, and their mom's had always been friends. Kirsten was allowed to walk to their house across the field and street anytime she wanted. She remembered the butterfly she had seen across the road, and had run across to look at it.
Then, the black truck had driven by. She didn't pay it much mind, expecting it to keep going like all the others. But this truck stopped, rather abruptly. She had stopped her playing to frown as the man got out of his car. When he had advanced towards her without another word, confusion became erased with a sense of warning.
She had turned and run, like her mommy had tolled her. But the man was faster then mommy had led her to believe. Instead of getting away, he had caught her up, ignoring her flinging arms and screams. He bundled her into the front seat, and had stopped her thrashing with the bindings, and her cries for help with the gag.
He had stashed her in the shed soon after that, locking the door and driving away. She had heard the gravel from his wheels. She was angry, and frightened! Kirsten tried getting her hands out of her tied predicament. She'd even tried cutting them with the shovel head, but she couldn't see too well back there and had cut her hand instead. When she became too exhausted to move anymore, and when nothing was loosend by her efforts…
…that is when she had started to cry.
Kirsten felt even more helpless and afraid now, because of the night. The forest she and her family had used to hike together in around Forks was scary in the night! The trees were encased in shadows that hid monsters, Kirsten knew!
But she would run into those frightening trees if she had the chance, because this man was bad! He was scarier then the monsters, and he wasn't going to be nice to her, whatever he wanted to do! Kirsten knew that much from stories and her mommy's warnings.
The man made a noise in his throat and stopped suddenly. "Here we go," he spoke, his voice gravily and low. Before Kirsten could twist her head and look, he dropped her.
She landed hard on her side. She cried out from the shock, and then panicked when she couldn't draw in air to her lungs. The pressure on her chest from her fall felt ten times worse because of her already rapidly beating heart. Kirsten's eyes opened wide and she stared up at the sky. His head looming down at her blocked her vision some, but she could still see the moon and stars. The trees pointed tops made a circle around the bright orb. She was in a clearing, obviously. The moon was pretty…
Suddenly she could breathe again. Kirsten sucked in some air, barely managing half a breath and shifted. Her arm rested in the dirt, but the rest of her was on something canvas-y and soft.
A sleeping bag, like for camping. A few feet away, a campfire barely burned, its embers glowing only faintly.
The man lowered himself down onto his knees. He shifted, and suddenly he was on top of her.
Kirsten's sudden panic gave her the energy to draw in a full breath. As he straddled her, his large frame engulfing her completely, she could feel the threat of him in every movement. The warning was over; the danger was starting!
Kirsten squirmed, trying to roll out from under him. His big hand pressed her shoulders down hard into the sleep bag. He brought his other hand forward. Kirsten's heart froze for one moment where every thing she knew convulsed into one scary thought.
He held a knife!
Knives were bad! Knives killed! She'd seen sheep be killed by them plenty of times. Knives stabbed, and knives hurt! Bad guys waved knives…
This man took her sudden shock as the opportunity to easily cut the bindings that held her feet together. When this was accomplished, he used the same hand to spread her legs open. That hand then slid up.
There was a point, right after his hand traveled past her thigh, where his touch went from scary to revolting! When his big hand touched her crotch through the jeans, Kirsten knew it was wrong, and that whatever this man was now doing to her was sick! She didn't know what it was, but she had the instinct to know it was something forbidden and off limits.
And it was something she wanted to keep covered by her jeans!
Kirsten's frozen moment vanished, and something animal in her rose up in desperation. She brought her right foot up sharply, driving her toe deep into his chin. The man hadn't been expecting it, and he pulled away from her attack. Kirsten slid backwards from underneath him, away from his revolting hand, and crawled hurriedly off the sleeping bag.
He recovered, and he gripped her jeans in tight fists and dragged himself back on top of her. She squirmed harder then ever before, refusing to go along with whatever he had planned. A force slammed across her cheek, something she had never felt before in her life. It stunned her as nothing else did.
The man pulled back from the hit he had delivered on her small face. Pleased with the brat's sudden compliancy, he reached for the button on her jeans. He pulled her zipper down with a quick jerk and began to drag her small children's jeans down her legs. The sight of her little white undies with little pink flowers on them amused him as much as it turned him on.
Little children--their little bodies of innocence--were so pleasing to plunder. He couldn't wait to play with this child. She was a fighter—they were the most satisfying, because it hurt them more then anything. He couldn't wait to see the shock, the awareness come into her little blue eyes when he took her innocence for good.
Kirsten recovered with the cold air against her legs. His touch was even more revolting against her bare skin! His hold was more confident against her squirmings, his eyes more crazed then ever. She hated him! She hated his hand! She hated knowing he was winning, and knowing she was helpless.
As his hand took a firm grip on her undies, she knew it was over.
Suddenly, the man went flying across the clearing! Her hit the tree nearby and landed in a heap, crying out himself at the pain that caused.
Kirsten sat up, crying out against the gag in shock.
A fast movement caught Kirsten's attention, and her eyes widened as something sprang from the trees. The blur volted across the campfire and slid across the dirt. As it slowed, the blur solidified into a human figure. As the moon's light illuminated the figure, Kirsten's eyes widened.
It was a she—the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. She was tall, her entire figure thin and lean. She was clothed nearly head to foot in black, but what wasn't covered glowed like white fire. It was…luminescent, her mother would say. Like the moon's skin, hers matched it with just as much finery.
The girl's dark hair danced in a maze of waves around her face from her swift movement, but they soon settled at the sides of her face. That face turned sharply towards Kirsten.
Her eyes were black, and smoldering with violence.
When the girl's eyes latched onto hers, Kirsten was bombarded by a shock of emotions.
Prevailing all of them was a sense of desire, like when Kirsten saw something she wanted with her entire being. The girl before was beauty incarnate…and something in Kirsten wanted to go to that beauty, to embrace and give herself to it. It was like a hunger that needed to be fulfilled…the girl's black eyes seemed to demand it.
But something else followed in sync with that emotion, and it was fear.
The girl was not normal…she had come from the trees, where monsters were.
Instinct, like the threat of the man, told her the strange girl was danger, and that she should run.
Her feet were unbound; she could do it. Kirsten tolled herself to move, to run away from the two dangers.
But the girl looked away from Kirsten, settling those eyes instead on the bad man who had gotten to his feet. And Kirsten found herself sitting still, spell bound.
"She's not more then seven years old," the girl whispered in a tight voice. Her voice was music, its tendrils seeming to fill the clearing.
The girl shot forward like a bullet, another blur in the air. The man went flying to the other side of the clearing, this time slamming into the dirt hard enough to make a crater.
All thought of fleeing was erased as Kirsten watched the girl walk slowly around the fire towards the man she'd thrown with ease. Her mind was entranced by the girl's movements and voice…by the smoldering anger in her eyes. She couldn't leave and miss seeing every bit of the strange girl.
"Seven Years. OLD!" The girl screamed, her yell causing every branch in the clearing to shake.
She bent and closed her hand over his bent neck. The girl lifted the man by his throat, as if he were a small object and not a large muscled man of 38 years. She was smaller then him by a mile. Yet it was obvious from his gurgling breath that her small hand gripped harder. The man slammed his own fist into her wrist with enough strength to break bone. Instead it was he who cried out in pain when every bone in his hand broke and fractured. The girl's skin didn't even show a mark from his attempt.
The girl's eyes burned with her inner fires it seemed, as her lips pulled up in a snarled smile. Even that look was beautiful on her.
"You're worse than filth!" She hissed. "Forcing yourself on a little girl with fists that barely hold crayons correctly! Murderer's and terrorists have more honor then you, you fucking Rapist!!!"
She drove her fist down in an arc, between the mans legs. His eyes bulged in his face as his hip bone and his manhood shattered in her hand. The girl let him slide out of her hands. He dropped to the ground, sending his leg bones crushing up into his broken waist.
He screamed with unfathomable pain, and it was a sound that went through every fiber of Kirsten's being.
The girl croutched before the man as he shuddered. She gripped his hair and forced him to look into her unmerciful face. "Do you want to fuck something now, you broken little bully?" she asked him, her voice silky and smooth.
Her hand reached down and slid up his leg to his shattered body. Desire flooded the man's eyes, even as his pain was unfathomable. Her closeness to him, her hand on his skin, was intoxicating even as it frightened him.
Blood pooled out of his soaked jeans onto her hand, and she lifted it. The girl twisted her hand so the moon glinted off it, and held it close between her and the man's face.
"I can smell your blood, mortal," she tolled him, her voice thick with sadistic thoughts, "I can smell it, and it revolts me, as no other blood has! I've tasted other villains, one's who were painted in history books for their evilness, and none of them ever repulsed me as your's has!" She jerked his head up sharply, causing him much pain as that movement sent his wounded spine shaking.
She bent her head, grazing his neck with her white teeth. "I'm not even tempted to drink your life from you! You are worthless, human, and by all rights you deserve to be left like this. To live a shattered man in a prison cell, with not even a dick to fuck your cell mate with."
She lifted her head in a fast movement, dragging her teeth around his throat and up his chin. The man's nose disappeared in a spray of blood. He convulsed in agony in her grip as she shoved him onto his back in the dirt. His lower body lay still with dead nerves as his upper half thrashed against her hand that refused to yield.
"I should let you live out your life of worthlessness in torture for what you almost did tonight, and for what I'm sure you've done before!" The girl paused, pursing her lips at the sobbing man. "But even I won't go that low, you lucky bastard." She bent one last time, glaring with her full anger and inhuman strength into his wide, shiny eyes.
"I pray to everything that's good that there is a Hell for you to shit in!"
Her head moved in a blur. There was a sickening crunch, and then all the man's movements ceased.
The clearing settled into an eerie quiet.
The girl lifted herself up onto her knees, sitting with her back to Kirsten, staring off into the trees for several silent moments.
Kirsten found herself forgetting to breathe in order to not break the stillness.
Then, she sighed, and got to her feet in a normal, slow fashion. Her arms lifted, and Kirsten realized the woman was cleaning her face. She did that for several moments, before letting her arms fall to her sides again.
Only then did the girl turn, placing her gaze on Kirsten.
Kirsten felt her breath shake in her chest as she looked back on the beautiful girl. Not once had Kirsten moved. She stayed still, her legs unbound and her arms tied tight in front of her. She didn't feel like moving at all in those few heart beats where she and the girl just regarded one another.
The girl's eyes suddenly flickered down, to her feet---As if she was uncomfortable meeting Kirsten's gaze. The girl croutched on her heels, and lifted a hand to cover her eyes as she blew out a frustrated breath. "Oh, sweetie…I'm sorry…"
Kirsten continued to breathe slowly, mesmorized by the girl croutching before her.
The girl let her hand fall again, resting it on her knees as she looked up, her eyes staring at a spot just below Kirsten's eyes. For some reason, that acted in a way to reassure Kirsten of her safety. "I'm sorry you had to see that, sweetie, I…I couldn't control myself."
The girl hesitated a moment as she finished speaking, before inching forward slightly with her weight.
Kirsten froze in instinctual fear, but didn't move from her spot in the dirt.
The girl seemed to take this for encouragement and continued to slide gently forward across the clearing until she was directly in front of Kirsten.
Kirsten knew she should flee, but everything in her still called for the toxic feeling the girl's presence gave her. So she stayed, her two instincts forcing her to sit still as the dangerous girl hesitated in front of her.
"Did he hurt you, sweetie?" The girl asked gently. "I…sensed your hurt. That's why I came. I didn't want the bad man to hurt you anymore."
The girl's eyes took in Kirsten's undressed state, and her eyes scaled the clearing. She slowly gripped the jeans from where they lay crumpled in the dirt and shook it out. She held it out in her white, delicate hands for Kirsten. "Here," she bid, "Put your clothes on. He should never have taken them from you."
Kirsten didn't know why—she felt so intoxicated and tired it was hard to even think—but her hand moved forward and took the jeans instantly. The girl didn't try to touch her as she took them from her, nor did she come any closer as Kirsten. But her eyes did latch onto her bloodied wrists. "So that's what I smelled..." she murmured to herself, barely audible. She did reach out then.
Kirsten's heart skipped a beat as her cold hands enfolded her tied ones. They were like smooth marble, and as cold as ice. Yet gentle, despite their hardness. Somehow it was numbing for the pain, even as the girl undid the bonds and freed her.
"Let's get this out, too," the girl murmured compassionately, and removed the gag in her mouth with careful consideration.
Kirsten rolled her tongue around in her mouth, and then drew in breath to fulfill the desire to scream as she'd been denied.
The girl's face tilted toward her, and the eyes that had previously been black with cold hatred were gold and cool with softness. Kirsten's soul felt blazed with their depth and majesty all the same.
Something inside her broke, and Kirsten fell forward, throwing her arms around the strange girl who had saved her. The girl froze in surprise, as if she hadn't been expecting such a show of trust at all.
But just as quickly her arms enfolded around Kirsten too. Kirsten sobbed deeply, and burrowed her face into the cold crook of the girl's neck.
"Shhhhh…" The girl crooned, her hand reaching up Kirsten's back to hold her shaking head steady. "Its alright."
"He scared me so bad!" Kirsten cried out, her warm breath hitting the girl's cold neck like a gale, the contrast evident. "I couldn't fight him, I couldn't run like mommy wanted!"
Kirsten felt the girl's grip tighten on her, protectively. Or perhaps in anger too. Her voice sounded constricted with emotion as she rocked Kirsten's small frame in her strong one. "He will never hurt you or anyone again, sweetie. I won't allow it."
Kirsten twisted her fist around one of the girl's tendrils. Her dark hair smelled like strawberries with a thick cream…
"You scared me…" she whispered against the girl's neck. She remembered the girl's fast movements, and her black eyes. "You scare me now."
The girl sighed in sadness, her hand stroking Kirsten's mangled blond hair with tenderness. "I'm sorry about that, sweetie. I'm…my type tends to be scary, but we don't mean to."
Kirsten forced herself to let go of the comforting lock of hair and sit up. The girl's stonelike skin was strong enough to resist that little movement, but the girl allowed her arms to fall loosely around Kirsten so she could menuveur on her strong lap.
Kirsten reached up with little fingers, cautious fingers, and traced the shape of the girl's features.
The girl seemed just as cautious to her touch, her expression guarded and controlled as she allowed the little girl to explore her rescuer.
"You rescued me from the bad man, like a superhero." Kirsten hesitated, her brows drawing down in thought around her cupid shaped face. "Are you? Or, are you an angel?"
The girl smiled against her little finger, and shook her head at her words. "No, I'm not a superhero. I'm just…another type of being who doesn't like to see little girls hurt by bullies." She sighed again and gently took Kirsten's little hand into her own. "There are so many bullies in the world, my friend. But, there are also good people like you, and your family."
She slowly stood, letting Kirsten slide onto the soles of her feet as she did. "Put your jeans on, sweetie, and I'll take you home to your mom's warm embrace, okay?" The girl smiled at the awed look on Kirsten's face. "She must be worried for you, so we'd best hurry so as not to worry her more."
Kirsten nodded and quickly slid each leg into her jeans. That finished, she stood, waiting expectantly for instructions from the girl before her. The girl bent slightly and slid her arms under Kirsten's armpits. Kirsten found herself being lifted swiftly through the air, before she was firmly situated on the girl's back.
"Clutch my neck tight," the girl bid, "Because I'm going to be running VERY fast to get you home as soon as possible."
Kirsten's grip tightened in fearful anticipation. "As fast as you went earlier?"
The girl chuckled, slightly in sadness. "Not quite that fast, I think. But hold on tight all the same."
She waited until Kirsten had gripped as tight as she could, before streaming off into the woods. The camp was left far behind them as trees flew by in a blur. It was as close to flying as Kirsten had ever been in her life. The feeling of elation took her breath away ,and momentarily made her forget the horrors that had almost befallen her.
Or, even the horror that had befallen the evil man, which she now clutched with uptmost trust…
bnthridiot: Alright...wow, i can't believe I got that out of me in one night! What suprises me most I think is that i picked this story to do instead of all my other ones. I don't know why, but I'm going for it. I hope you like it, and I hope to have chapter two up soon, while the story is still pounding in me!