The Legend Of Corfe Castle

Chapter One

The King And The Killer

Bella

"C'mon Bells! Hurry your ass up! We're meant to be going to England today, you know that right?"

Emmett whined. I groaned as I jammed the last few toiletries into my already over stuffed suitcase. I had filled it with clothes that Alice and Rose would let me. Any that weren't permitted were probably on their way to Africa to help the poor people. Enjoy comfort people, I sure did... There were now in my case tight dresses, short, skimpy ones. Fitting jeans, tank tops, a few wife beaters, a hoodie, my ratty old night shirt and boy shorts that I wore to bed. There was my underwear, lingerie because, Alice's motto 'You never know.' Finally, there were 'ye old English' dresses as Rose had said. They looked like they were from a different century. They were beautiful! But they weren't exactly the easiest things to pack. Alice had merely said they would suit where we were going and that it would be fun to dress up a bit. Both of them had dresses too. Emmett had refused to wear anything old fashioned, but I wasn't as lucky to have the guts to stand up for myself and tell either of the girls I didn't want to wear it. The dress they'd forced me to have was silky and had intricate patterns stitched onto the fabric. It had beads and golden string decorating it. It was amazing. Much better that Rose's who's was one with a cage under it, making the bottom poof out. The bodice on my dress was a corset without any bones of wood, just lace and cotton that Alice pulled so tight in the changing rooms that I couldn't breathe. Otherwise, it was really good. Made my boobs look good and was attractive to men. "Come on!" Emmett yelled.

I zipped my bag up and dragged it from off of my bed. "I'm ready! But, Emmett, I think I'll need help with the suitcase!" I called. Emmett charged in and grabbed my luggage as if it was a feather. He was a butch, masculine guy. I swear he looked as if he was on steroids! But he had a friendly and playful face, if you were on his good side! He had long, curly, dark hair and a devious smile. He was one of my best friends.
"C'mon! I really really really wanna get to England! C'mon!" Emmett complained, jumping about as he left my room. I laughed and followed him. He was like a child. Scratch that! He was a child; he had the mind of an eight year old, trapped in a twenty one year olds body. Emmett was a year older than me, that was hard to believe, but it was true. I was twenty the next day, and that's why we were all going to England! We had no jobs, we had no school to go to, we were free to go on holiday! We were still young! We had years to think about going to university, they'd still take any of us with our grades regardless of our age, but, we wanted to explore the world more before we settled on a path for our future.

When I stepped out of my room, I saw Rose and Alice bickering over nail varnish, Jasper was sat there laughing with my boyfriend, Mike. I loved Mike! I really did! But, would you understand if I said there wasn't any spark? No romance. Mike had still been trying to convince me to sleep with him, and I had been tempted sometimes, just to get the whole sha-bang over with.

Yes that's right, I'm a twenty year old virgin! I wanted to wait for the right person! I didn't want to regret my first time later on in life when I find the right guy. I think Mike was hoping that we'd have sex in England, like some lame 'What happens in England, stays in England' sort of thing.

"Everybody! Look who's emerged from the depths of Bellina land! Queen Bella," Emmett cried happily as he grabbed Rose's and his bag and headed for the door. "Now lets busta-move and get our butts out of this dive!" I just laughed and walked over to Mike and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Hey there hottie," He murmured against my lips. I sighed internally; I hated it when he called me that. Hottie, my queen of sexiness, my loyal sex slave, my little piece of ass, my sex kitten, all of these names were names for me he uses on a regular basis. All I wanted was to be called beautiful, or love or something! Not something that, to be honest, I found offensive! He was calling me his. His queen of sexiness, his sex slave, his piece of ass, his sex kitten. I didn't belong to him! "So how is my loyal sex slave today?" He asked. See what I mean? Why don't you go ahead and pee on my leg! Mark me as yours!

There were a few reasons why I was with him. One, I was a little lonely. Sure I had Em, Rose, Ali and Jazz, but they were friends. I needed more than that, and I was lonely in that sense. Two, all of my family like him. But, all my friends hated him. They pretended to like him whist secretly - well, not so secretly - plotting how to break us up. Three, he was a nice guys most of the time, and I didn't want to hurt him.

"I'm great thanks! How about you?"

Mike opened his mouth but was cut off by Emmett.

"Yo, love birds! In the cab or we'll leave without you!" He threatened. Everybody else was in the cab, waiting impatiently. I grasped Mike's hand as he took hold of his bag and all but dragged him to the car.

Arriving In England

"Wow! We're finally here!" Emmett squealed as we grabbed our bags at the terminal. "I'm standing on English land! I'm in another country!"

I chuckled at his stupidity and collected my bag. "Yes Emmett, we're here! In England!"

"Would have rather been at lake Como, then I could meet Matthew, he could fall in love with me, he could leave his fiancée and we could live together in Italy!" Rose grumbled. "He's just so hot!"
"And what am I? Chopped liver?" Emmett joked, wrapping a huge arm around Rose's waist and kissing her forehead.

"A very sexy bit of chopped liver," she answered, a sweet smile spread across her cherry red lips.

"Sexier than Matthew Bellamy?" Emmett asked hopefully.

"Are you kidding? Of course you aren't!" Rose replied. Emmett clutched at his chest and wiped away his 'tears.'

"Ouch, baby, that hurts," he whimpered.

Everybody laughed at them and continued to until we made it to the rental. It was big enough to fit all of us in which was good, because, no matter how much fun it sounded, I wasn't going to strap Alice to the roof. We all dumped our luggage into the spare seat of the car, I sat in the seat in the boot, because, to be honest, I didn't want to sit with Mike. I'd wanted to break up with him for ages! But the three I mentioned earlier had stopped me!

"So, where are we going Ali?" I inquired. Nobody else knew where we were headed. Even Jasper! She was just instructing Jasper where to drive.

"Well, since we're on British soil now, I suppose I can tell you. We're staying to Castle Corfe! It's in Devon. Shouldn't take too long to get there," Alice explained. (Quick A/N, I know that Castle Corfe is in ruins just in case any of you say 'but, isn't Castle Corfe really just a hunk of crappy bricks that don't even resemble a castle anymore?' yes that is true, but for the sake of this story, it isn't! It is a big assed, beautiful castle worthy of Kings! Okay? Good! Now, let's continue!) "There's not gonna be anybody else, visitor wise. I bought every room for the next two months, just so people don't disrupt us lot while we celebrate Bella's twenty first birthdays!"

"Alice! That must have cost you loads! I mean, an entire castle for two months?" I gasped.
"It didn't cost much, because there are... down sides... not many people risk going there. Plus, my uncle runs the place," Ali murmured.

"Alice, you said risk, what is there that people don't risk dealing with?" I interrogated nervously.

"It's haunted," she blurted.

"H-haunted? You know how I feel about ghost Ali! Pick up that phone and cancel the rooms this minute!" I barked, panicking. I was creeped out by ghosts. They scared me! I couldn't spend two whole months living with them!
"It's not what you think! It's not haunted, per se, as it is bothered! That's the correct word! Bothered by it! It's not ghosts there! Not at all! That's not their problem, I swear!" Alice promised.

"Then what 'bothers' them?" I snapped.

"People believe that the place is haunted by a vampire, and a werewolf. There's a legend about it!" Alice exclaimed excitedly. I was curious immediately. Vampire and a werewolf! They didn't even exist! So there really was no point in worrying. But the legend would be quite interesting to hear.

"I'm listening. I wanna know the legend, so spill," I demanded.

"Well, you know in the very first century, there was a king and, well, he was assassinated! And, people believe the man who did it is trapped with the king, waiting in the castle. Only one thing will release them, and it can only save one of them," She informed us.

"And that is a woman. These two men, the king and the killer, the men that haunt the castle, the king's a vampire, the killer's a werewolf. While they lived human lives, the legend says that the king won over a girl that the killer liked so he killed the king. The king's wife shortly committed suicide by jumping off a cliff. The killer jumped in to save her, but died while trying. And now, both men are waiting for her re-incarnation to turn up. When she does, both men will basically repeat history. They will compete over her, not caring if they die for a second time, because she is all they have, and they have no idea where she is. But they know she'll turn up! It must be so annoying not being able to leave that castle! Not only that, but, they're invisible, like ghosts until she turns up. But, my uncle told me that they have made contact, but not actually talked in person. Also, they haven't told him their names yet. Only that it's been over two thousand years for them, trapped in that castle! I hope they find her soon!" Alice rambled.

"You keep saying 'The king and the killer,' does nobody, at all, know their names? How say, if you met them would you know that it was the king you'd met, not the killer? Surely, the killer must be pretending to be the king! You know, to get on the girls' good side," I questioned.

"Apparently, when you meet the king, you can just tell, you want to drop to your knees and worship him, because he's beautiful, smart, loving and passionate. Yet dark and sinister. He certainly has a bad streak," Alice insisted. I nodded thoughtfully and thought of another question.
"How would you know if you were the re-incarnation?"

"Well, nobody's ever met these men before, when their loves near, they're meant to come out and 'play.' Oh my god! Bella wouldn't it be cool if you were her! Who would you pick? Sexy, powerful, smart, passionate, yet dark vampire, or the murderer/dog?" Alice interrogated.

"Well, I wouldn't want to pick a murder!" I responded.

"Bella, the kings a vampire," Alice reminded me, rolling her eyes. That was defiantly a good point!

"But that's his nature! I'd still pick the king," I said finally. "How do you know all this stuff anyway?" I questioned.

"Internet. I also know that if you're the incarnation, you're either meant to have, in your arm, you should have something faintly resembling either a V on your right arm and a W on the other! Weird right?"

I saw Rose inspecting her wrists then sigh. "Damn! No sexy vampires today. Recon you can get some fangs Emmie?"

"Anything for you sweetie," Emmett murmured into the crook of her neck as he grazed his teeth there.
"Very good, Emmett. But you need the fangs still," Rosalie uttered. Emmett sniggered and sat up smiling.

"Well, Bella, why aren't you looking at your arms?" Alice inquired. I huffed and started looking at my right arm. There were spots and freckles. There were veins and hair. There was a cut on the back of my hand. But no V's.

"Nope. Nothing. Why is it a V anyway?"

"It's because the V stands for vampire. Same for the other. W for werewolf. So, are you sure there's nothing?" Alice inspected. I nodded and showed her my arm, although she couldn't actually see. "Fine, you win," she groaned and turned back forwards, facing the road. We didn't talk about vampire's or werewolves for the rest of the drive.

When we got there, we received a grand welcome. There were over sixty people there.

There was a man, standing out the front, wearing a suit with a tie, Emmett laughed at it, because it had a dozen chat up lines sewn into it. It was quite amusing. He had blonde hair that was combed back perfectly. His eyes were piecing blue and his skin pale white.

"Hey, dude, can I borrow your tie next time I go to the pub?" Emmett snickered, grinning happily.

The man laughed. It was a beautiful, musical laugh. "You must be Emmett! It's nice to finally meet you. Alice has told me lots about you." So this must be Alice's uncle. "Speaking of Alice where is she?"

"I'm right here Uncle Carl!" She cried, dancing over to him and giving a big hug. He returned the hug, smiling into her hair. "I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Six years. You're not a little girl anymore! Well, let me look at you!" He pushed Alice away until she was an arms distance then inspected her closely. "

Still haven't grown," he said cheekily.
"Still as grey as ever," she noted, messing up his hair. He laughed and did it back. We were expecting bitch from hell. The whole, 'you messed up my hair! Prepare to die!' thing. But she giggled then turned to us.

"Hey, guys, I'd like to introduce you to my cool and incredible handsome uncle Carlisle!" Alice squealed.

"Hey, I'm Jasper. Her boyfriend," Jazz said holding out his hand for Carlisle to shake as he stepped closer, hesitantly. Carlisle took hold of Jasper's hand and shook it, smiling as he did.

"It's great to meet you Jasper. I trust you're treating her well? Keeping her safe?"

"Treating her only as a man should treat a lady, and if she were any safer, she'd be in bubble wrap," Jasper replied, Carlisle grinned.

"Good."

"I'm Bella," I said politely, stepping towards him and holding out my hand too. Instead of shaking it, he raised it to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the back.

"It's great to meet you."

"Likewise," I muttered, talking a step back.

Next, Emmett introduced himself officially, then Rose and finally Mike. One thing I did notice was that he didn't kiss the back of Rose's hand. Maybe he was just being particularly friendly. Alice didn't seem to care after all.

"Everybody, this is my staff. We have the cooks who will be at your beck and call 24/7. There are my cleaners. The..." Carlisle continued to introduce the staff, but I let my eyes drift off to look at the castle. It was tall, built with grey brick. It was surrounded by grass, on top of a hill with a moat on the edges. It was amazing. There were British flags hanging from the sides of the grand entrance. It was like in the princess bride, but made with gray stones! It was amazing! The windows were stained glass on the lower floor, but the second floor was clear glass. There were slits in the walls where people would have shot their approaching enemies when under attack.

I continued to examine the castle and looked up at, what was presumably the bedroom windows. Then I saw the shadow of a man passing by the window. Only for a second. Then he was gone.

"Carlisle is there anybody in the castle?" I inquired.
"There shouldn't be..." He turned around and scanned quickly through the crowd of employees. "Nope, everybody's out here. Why?"

"I saw somebody in the castle, I swear I did," I vowed, looking over at the window I'd seen him from. He was there again, but this time, he hadn't moved. I could see the silhouette of a man, but not his features.

"Where?" Carlisle asked, walking over to me. I pointed to the window and he was gone. I frowned slightly.
"I swear, I'm not crazy. He was right there!" I insisted.

Carlisle nodded and smiled. He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. "I know. It's not surprising you see him. I could tell from the start. Give me your right hand," Carlisle ordered.

"There's nothing there Uncle Carl, we've looked. None of us are her," Alice said remorsefully.

"Oh really?" He challenged. Carlisle snatched my hand into his grasp and held it out to Alice. "Look at her hand. Do you see it?"

"No, she isn't her!"

"That's where you're wrong!" He flipped my hand over so my palm was facing down. "Look now. Do you see?"

"No, Carlisle, have you lost it?" Alice cried.

"Look there," he pointed to my cut and smirked. "What does it look like to you Bella?"
"A baseless triangle or arrowhead or something! I don't know!" I replied, frustrated. What on earth was this crazy old man talking about!

"And, Alice was does it look like to you?"

"It looks like a V," she answered. I stared wide eyed at her. She stared back. "But that doesn't mean anything unless she has it on the other arm! You don't have a W on your left arm, do you?" Alice interrogated.

"Actually..." I lifted the sleeve of my t-shirt to my shoulder so you could see my bicep. When I was eighteen and feeling rebellious, I'd gone out and had a tattoo done. It had been snake, but, the snake looked like it was meant to be the letter W. I'd never thought it could mean something else.

"A W's a W. You're the re-incarnation. You should meet them. But, they might fight first then you might be gone by the end of that so, you don't know," Carlisle informed me. I nodded. I didn't know whether to hope not to meet them of whether to want to. I looked over at Mike and he looked livid. God knows why. "Enjoy your stay here!" Carlisle turned and gestured for the staff to go back inside. "Would you like to dine with me and the Mrs? She'll be back soon," Carlisle offered. Alice nodded eagerly. "Great! Oh and, also, the owner of the hotel is coming here tomorrow, so, be on your best behaviour. He will not hesitate to kick you out," Carlisle insisted. "Have fun, feel free to explore. If you see the king or killer, don't worry, they're friends. Good day," Carlisle waved and walked back into the castle, disappearing into the darkness.

" Friends?" I murmured, confused.

"Well, Uncle Carlisle did say he had spoke to them. Just, not in person. So maybe they are friends," Alice mused.

"Bella, just remember, it's okay to play the field. Have fun with the vampire, the dog and the human," Emmett whispered.

"The human?"

"Mike," he reminded me. Oh yeah... Mike. Mike glared at me. He was pissed. I couldn't help the fact a vampire and a werewolf were in love with me!

"We're going to go exploring Bella. You should go to the room you saw the man in, maybe it's the king!" Rose squeaked.

"Yeah, woo-hoo maybe it's some ancient, wrinkly vampire who wants to suck and fuck!" Mike uttered. "That came out wrong. I mean, what if they hurt you?"
"They love her, the last thing they want to do it hurt her. Relax Mike," Jazz comforted Mike. "I think you should come exploring with us Mike. Leave Bella with her thoughts. Bells, forget the vampires and werewolves and unpack, if you're uncomfortable with staying here, we'll book a hotel instead. Okay?"

I nodded and went to pick up my bag, but it was gone. "Where's my bag gone?" The king... or the killer for that matter wouldn't have took it, would they? No, that's stupid!

"The staff took them to our rooms. Yours is room 724," Alice informed me. "If you need help finding it, I'm sure one of your long lost lovers'll show you."

Long lost lovers. Well, those next two months were going to be fun!