Okay, this will probably be predictable as hell but…. I had a strange inspiration to write a slave story for Twilight. Please ignore the spelling, I tend to get the stupid words wrong like 'to' and 'the' but luckily I have my trusty companion Word Spell Checker here to help me along.
So, here it is….
The room itself was not very long, wide or high. There were no windows, only a small wooden door in the corner. A built-in box, more like. A built-in box with a toilet, bed and a tray connected to a tube for sending food. As usual, two pieces of toast went whoosh through the tube and landed on the tray, but that morning, no-one was there to eat it.
The resident of this particular room, along with three others, had been called out early to meet Aro in the main hall. The hall was huge, even bigger when compared to the built-in box. It was mostly used for luxurious parties, balls and banquets that were held by the most prestigious vampires in the world.
That morning, four guests were arriving to pay a visit to the Volturi. The four of them were amoung the gathering of beings in the main hall. There was Aro, who had come to welcome the visitors as one had been an old friend. The four visitors, of course, were there. The woman scurrying away was the guide who had brought the visitors here. She had no desire to hang around Aro longer than required, being near him was almost as bad as playing with fire.
The last four in the room were humans, slaves of the Volturi. The Volturi's slave had had only a few drop of venom given to them, not by being bitten, but by drinking the few drops of venom after they had been extracted from the vampire. It gave them a long life, slowed ageing and could actually produce as much as twenty-three times more blood than a normal human. So they provided the perfect snack for the vampires when they got a little peckish and since they kept on making blood, they even filled up again.
"Ah, Carlisle!" Aro exclaimed, shaking hands with the very blonde vampire. "It has been too long. Why, have you not brought your beautiful wife, Esme?" The fake smile that was permanently plastered across his face was quite sickening but the visiting vampires kept up the pretence. "The girls decided to have a girly fortnight to themselves. They do send their greetings though."
Aro nodded and they chatted quite a bit about unimportant things before Aro drew attention to the four girls kneeling in a line behind him. "For your fortnight's stay, I have decided you will need a slave so you can spend the time to enjoy yourself."
"Aro, please, we don't need-" The broad, dark-haired one announced before Aro cut him off.
"Nonsense, Emmett, it is the way things are done here. Now," He produced a piece of pare and began to read from it, "Anne you will be serving Jasper," The girl obediently raised to her feet and stood behind the vampire whose name was 'Jasper.' "Elli, you'll be with Carlisle, Kate, you have Emmett and Bella, you have Edward." Bella stumbled a little as she got up, to which her new Master chuckled slightly and her cheeks went pink. They rarely matched the colour of the rest of her skin as she was very clumsy. She obediently stood two paces behind him and waited until Aro had finished speaking before showing her new Master his room.
"This is where you will be staying, Master." She opened the door and gestured for him to go in. "My room is the third on the left three floors below this." She stood awkwardly, barely ten steps into the room, eyes cast down. She had been at the receiving end of a vampire's anger before and she did not desire to be at it again.
This room was large and airy with a bay window on the opposite wall from the door, it was surrounded by paintings and potted plants at each end of the of the four-poster bed in the centre of the room. Bella was in awe of the magnificent room. She would have been happy to have the simple, coffee-coloured rug or even the little cactus to decorate her room with. Everything was white in her room, but not a nice, pearl white. The room had not been decorated in a long, long time. So long that the white had turn a strange shade of cream and even appeared a light yellow in the corner. The only thing she was grateful for in her room was the privacy. A slave could order anyone out of their room except, of course, their Master or any of the Volturi leaders, Aro, Marcus or Cauis.
Edward gestured for her to come in further, which Bella did reluctantly. She was scared of this bronze-haired vampire. He had not said a word since she had seen him, it was strange. Even after a few minutes when he was done sitting at the desk and just taking in the room, she hadn't heard him utter a word. Not a greeting to Aro, not a comment about the room or even an order to her. "Sorry but, what is your name, again?" Edward asked as he flung open the window.
"B-Bella, Sir." She replied quickly. Edward took a seat on the bed and whipped his head from side to side for a few moments as if looking for something then realisation struck him. "Oh, I left my bag downst-" Just then a gust of wind came in through the opened window that blew Bella's hair around her face and Edward turned as stiff as a board. "Get out." He commanded. The abruptness shocked Bella a little and she was slow to move, "Get, out!" He repeated. Bella muttered a 'Yes, Sir' but she doubted he heard as she was already running for the door.