Chapter 2
A/N: Hello, everyone! Thank you for all the reviews, favourites and alerts! I really appreciate them all! (: A little twist will also be included in this story, but I shall not reveal it now- it will slowly surface as the story progresses. By the way, I realised I've just made a mistake in the previous Author's Note: Jane and Alec are both 19, but Bella's 18. Please do take note! (: I decided to change the summary- I thought that you readers should know beforehand. (: Now let's rock and roll! xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
"I'm not going to die... Not like this," Bella gasps out, as her mind spins, trying to register what he said just now and tries desperately to pull away from his strong grip.
"Help!" she screams. Almost immediately, the hold on her hand releases and clamps over her mouth at amazing speed.
"I like my meals quiet and submissive," he growls out, his eyes threatening and he moves himself closer to her as his dark eyes threatens her. Normally, the humans that he is playing with at this time would have already resign to their fate, but this girl...
"Go find a restaurant then," she snaps indignantly, not caring that she's facing danger herself, her voice muffled from his hand covering her mouth. The corner of his mouth seems to quirk up slightly in amusement for a moment before it disappears in a flash.
"What're you doing?" A growl erupts from the swerve of the dark lane.
"Fuck," Mystery Boy curses, moving away from the girl and pulls his hood up to hide his face. Bella heaves a sigh of relief, but it catches in her throat when she realizes his red, taunting eyes fixated on her brown ones.
"Watch your back. I don't spare anyone who knows my secret," He warns, his eyes still midnight black and he turns, his cloak billowing behind him, and is gone.
A man with long, dark brown hair reaching his shoulder and tanned skin runs over to the frightened brunette who sinks to the ground, her energy draining from her as she sighs in relief.
"Are you alright?" he asks, his arm reaching to touch Bella, but she shrinks back.
"I'm fine. Other than the fact that I almost died," she snaps as she stands up again. The man wrinkles his nose as if he has smelt something foul and nods stiffly.
"Sure," he mutters, as he shoves his hand into the pocket of his jeans. "I'm sorry."
She sniffs, realizing how childish she is being by having this horrible attitude to someone who had just probably saved her life.
"By the way, thank you. Really," Bella says, after taking a deep breath to calm her raging emotions.
"Nah, it's not much," he replies, waving his hand as dismissal. "I just happen to smell- I mean, hear you screaming."
Bella arches her eyebrow suspiciously at his words, catching his slip-off.
"Smell? Are you one of Them too?" she asks, her tone now cold and unwelcoming as she backs away to put more distance between them, moving to a defensive stance - not that it is going to help if he really is one.
"Them? Hell, no!" he denies immediately, shaking his hands wildly - he even look repulsed by the mere thought. "I'm just... helping you out. Sam here, by the way." He holds his hand out as an offer for a hand-shake.
Bella stares at his hand skeptically but does not return his offer, saying, "Bella."
Sam drops his hand awkwardly after a moment. "You know about the Pale Ones?"
She blinks twice at his question and gapes as realization dawns. He watches her expression for a moment, before realizing he had just gave out the identity of the vampires without him intending to. He curses under his breath angrily.
"Thanks!" she shouts, already walking out of the abandoned corner before he can call her back to lecture her; probably on how she should keep the secret to herself. Her eyes cast casually over to the other corner at the alley, and find no woman there. She frowns but looks away, grabbing her bag from the ground.
"Do you need a lift?" he asks loudly. A shake of her head denies his intentions and she disappears from view.
"I'm home, Dad!" Bella shouts as she opens the door with a creak.
"It's late, Bells. What were you doing?" Charlie asks as he gets up from the sofa and walks towards her.
'I was almost bitten by someone- or something, Dad.' she thinks in her mind. 'That wouldn't work out so well...'
"I just got too engrossed in the books, you know," she answers, shrugging as nonchalantly as she can.
Charlie nods awkwardly, and shuffles to the kitchen before pouring her a drink.
"Remember to take care of your health, Bells," he says, as he places the glass of water on the wooden table situated in the middle of the kitchen. "Running around to much will... wear you out."
"Don't worry too much, Dad." His daughter smiles at him gently, and mumbles a 'thanks', before taking out a dark brown glass bottle from the built-in cabinet and unscrews the black cap as she sits down on the chair.
"Have you missed the timing?" Charlie asks, worried.
Bella glances at the clock briefly before turning to him, "No."
He nods his head and walks out of the kitchen before sitting on the sofa and continues to watch his show about fishing.
Bella rolls her eyes at his movements- typical Charlie. She shakes two capsules out of the glass bottle and swallows it, gulping down water after that. Sighing softly, she wipes away the liquid trails on her mouth and opens the cabinet doors to put the medication back.
The dining room has a huge space, with a French Bronze chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling, casting a soft, warm glow among the occupants of the room. A red leather sofa is placed at the corner of the room, a table lamp standing proudly on the top of a small, smooth wooden table beside it and pictures of the nature hung around the walls in a neat arrangement.
The grandfather clock sits next to a built-in television, opposite to the leather sofa, ticking every second that passes. A spiral staircase is built in at the middle of the dining room, leading to the second floor where the twin's rooms are at. The glass windows were shielded by the navy blue curtains to not let anyone see what's happening in the room, just in case it might reveal anything that shouldn't be known.
The table that the twin are currently at is made out of birch wood, and the chairs are designed intelligently with patterns that are intricately crafted, made by one of the finest craftsmen in the world, as far as Alec can see.
"Alec, what were you doing?" Jane shrieks, strands of her brown hair fall in front of her eyes, as she waves her hands about agitatedly after throwing her black cloak at a nearby chair. Alec ignores her rant and sweeps his eyes over the huge house that Aro has bought for them to stay temporarily in.
At 19, Jane has a pale complexion, even before she was changed. Some of her her hair was braided neatly at her forehead before being tied into a neat bun behind. Her red eyes stood out against her skin, and her face features are familiar with her twin brother, but with a more feminine touch to it; red lipstick was applied to her full lips and her straight nose and high cheekbones enhanced an angelic beauty that is similar to her twin.
"What do you mean?" he asks as he sits down on one of the elegantly crafted chairs, his fingers running over the rim of the wine glass containing red liquid.
"You should've cut off her senses, you idiot!" she snaps, her ruby red eyes glowing as she slams her palms on the glass table Alec is sitting at. "You've always liked to toy around with your prey far too much!"
The glass table shakes for a moment and Alec takes his glass away from the table, eyes intent on the moving liquid. The sound of the table shattering echoes through the entire house, and the shards of glass falls onto the floor and on Alec. He brushes them off his body carelessly and takes a sip of the human blood.
"I tried to, Jane," he says softly as he twirls the glass in his hold.
"Tried?" Jane repeats questioningly as she folds her arms, looking calmer now.
"She seems to be immune to my powers." he explains, a crease surfacing between his eyebrows and his eyes darken with frustration, as his strong grip tightens on the glass, breaking it into pieces. The blood that was once in it spills over the floor, flowing on the marble floor.
"That's impossible!" She exclaims, but he gives no reply.
Jane's eyes blackens a little, but she shakes her head to clear herself of her thoughts - and of bloodlust. She has more important matters to deal with now, one being her stubborn twin brother who seems to have messed everything up today: It's not like him to.
He stares at the broken shards and sighs, standing up. "What about you?" he questions, imitating her posture now as he stares into her fiery eyes.
"The human refuses to say anything, until I tortured her and she finally says something of use- before I sucked her dry." She wrinkles her nose. "Doesn't taste very nice."
Alec chuckles darkly.
"Did you remember to dispose of her accordingly?" Alec asks and Jane shoots him a look.
"I'm not stupid, you know," She snaps, her defensive stance on as she glares at Alec.
"Sorry," He says, and gives her a gesture to continue.
"It wasn't much, just James forming a little army with Victoria," she continues, her eyes back to the ruby red colour as she raises her head haughtily.
"Humans are always so weak. They're stupid to let a human to know of their plans," Alec comments as his black sneakers steps on the sharp shards, not taking notice of them at all.
"I agree. Did you drain the girl?" Jane asks abruptly, her arms falling to her sides as she relaxes from her stance. "No. Something that stinks stopped me," he says as evenly as he can, though Jane notices his annoyance and anger.
Jane's eyes glints maliciously as she warns, "She may speak of our existence."
He nods in agreement with the truth of her statement. "I know. I will settle this matter before it becomes too big for us to handle."
She arches an eyebrow at his words. "Settle? As in...?" She probes, staring at him.
He shrugs, and replies, "Kill her, drain her dry- whichever you prefer. She's gonna disappear, like all of the others who got hold of our secret. Or perhaps, Aro would like her to be one of our guard which-" he wrinkles his nose in distaste as disgust shows on his face, though it still looks as angelic as ever. "I wouldn't really like it, but it's my fault for slipping up, after all. We'll just have to inform Aro of this."
"Aro will not be pleased," Jane states bluntly, as she brushes a stray strand of hair away from her eyes.
"I know," he mutters darkly as he walks over to the kitchen gracefully, carefully avoiding the spilled liquid and pulls out a bottle of blood from the lower cupboard, opening the cap before gulping it down.
"We'll report it to him later then," Jane says, sighing at her twin brother and walks towards the spiral staircase in the middle of the living room, stepping onto it, and makes her way towards her room.
"Remember to ask the human maid to clean this up tomorrow morning. We're lucky that Aro has got someone that knows of our existence," She comments as she cast a disapproving look at the once sparkling marble floor and flips her hair.
He chuckles again in reply. His twin rolls her eyes at his response and continues to pull a book out from her bookshelf in her room. It is decorated with a wooden bookshelf and intricate designs on the birch wood wardrobe containing all her clothing at the side of the door and a bed with a soft, comfortable mattress that they don't need, evidently, but to keep up for appearances.
A rectangular wooden table sits at the corner of her room, with some homework scattered over it earlier in the evening and Jane shoots them an annoyed glance, but knows she has to do them soon. She hears a thud from the first floor and shakes her head at her brother's careless antics and suddenly remembers that he hasn't fed all day.
"Better be prepared tomorrow for another day of delicious food that can't be eaten," she says softly from the second floor, but Alec's sharp ears catch it and he runs his hand through his messy hazelnut brown hair, staring at the offensive cupboard.
"Guess I should," he mutters and takes another swing of the bottle, his tongue darting out to catch the small droplets of it and licks his lips.
"Interesting challenge, huh?" he whispers as his eyes glowed red, and his lips lift into a sinister smirk, before taking another gulp of the blood to quench his thirst. With a certain brunette with defiant eyes filling his mind for a split second, he finishes the bottle, before wiping his mouth clean.
A/N: Well, well. I feel rather proud of myself for updating this just a few days after the first! Okay, just ignore my crap. Anyway, Bella's so lucky to have a vampire who's interested to kill her. Er, for now, only! Wait, I don't actually want a vamp to kill me... Argh. I'm trailing off topic. Please do review to tell me your thoughts and as usual, constructive critiscm are welcome! (: