House of Horrors

The car eventually came to a stop. Edward got out immediately and opened the door by Carlisle. He reached over the evil one, and lifted me out of his lap and slowly walked towards the door at the far end of this gigantic garage.

The scent was overwhelming here. I saw two more as we entered the house following behind the evil one now. One was huge and the other a delicate little female with brown, wavy hair.

"Esme, can we get your help here?" the evil one called, "Emmet, could you go find Jasper?" I watched as the big one ran out the front door and Esme came over beside the evil one and grasped his hand.

Edward walked gently up the stairs with me following Esme and the evil one. They stopped in front of us, opened a door and switched on some bright lights. I was laid out on a small bed, with this new Esme vampire fussing over pillows.

"Esme, hold her up for me, I need to get a good look at that gash on the back of her head."

Edward chuckled again, "She really doesn't like you Carlisle, something about you being evil."

"Edward you're not helping" said Carlisle. Edward then made his way around to the opposite side of Carlisle, seemingly resigned. He lifted my hand and held it lightly in his.

Esme held me up, I let my full weight rest against her arms afraid of the pain that would sear down my leg if I tried to sit up on my own. I didn't want to lie down anyways. It made me feel uncomfortable, venerable and exposed. The evil one pulled my long, blood stained brunette hair up on top of my head and Edward held it there with his free hand. Carlisle started probing at the wound on the base of my skull with his finger tips. If I could have possibly stayed still I would have. By now I had learned that the less I moved the less it hurt, but I couldn't help it. I tensed and now shivered in pain.

"The wound is not too deep, injuries to the head just tend to bleed more." The evil one analyzed out loud, "I don't feel any cracks or other bumps." His fingers were massaging their way up my scalp. That actually didn't hurt, which was a nice change.

"Isabella," Carlisle looked in my eyes still holding my head in his palms, "can you tell me what day it is?"

What- vampires too good for calendars? Edward chuckled again- that was annoying. "It's Saturday, October 24th, 2009, apparently 11:34am pacific time" I replied squinting at the clock on the far wall.

"Good. Do you remember what you had for breakfast this morning?"

What the hell was this? Is he really trying to figure out if I'm crazy? "I didn't have breakfast; unfortunately it seems I missed that perfectly good opportunity to puke all over the back seat of your flashy car."

I didn't think it was funny, I was entirely serious, but apparently Carlisle, Esme and Edward all thought I was hilarious. Carlisle flashed a bright light in both my eyes and then seemed satisfied.

"Ok, how about some morphine then, and I'll let you rest," Carlisle made his way back to his bag now in the corner of the room. I knew what was coming; I started to struggle again with all that I had left. It wasn't much, but I was determined to go down fighting. Edward and Esme pushed my shoulders firmly against the bed as Esme drew out one of my arms. My eyes frantically found the evil one slowly pacing back over to me with that syringe again. "Shhhh, shhh," she was lulling to me now to, but it was Edward that caught my eye. He still held my hand in one of his as his other was firmly placed against my shoulder now. They knew I wouldn't dare move my legs.

"Isabella," he said my name for the first time, "look at me." I did, I searched his eyes and couldn't find the evil I was so sure was there. "We're just trying to help you, just relax, you have nothing to fear." I turned the other way to see the needle, full of poison just inches from the skin of my arm on the inside of my elbow- clearly the target. I shuttered again pulling, but unable to move. I felt a soft squeeze on my left hand, "Isabella, look at me." He ordered this time and I did. "You know you probably shouldn't have been wearing heels like that on a rainy day, I mean granted they are nice looking shoes, but not very smart." He was talking to me about my shoes?

"I never get to wear them though," I replied softly, "if I had known I'd be chased and eaten by vampires today, I may not have bothered."

"I didn't mean to scare you, I was only curious. No one here will hurt you." I eyed the evil one walking away with the empty syringe.

"He's not evil, he's a doctor, he's trying to help as you're about to figure out." Strange talking to this Edward, it was like he was in my head.

I saw the, doctor (I thought loudly) walking back over to the bed with a metal tray in hand. I glimpsed something like thread and a wicked curved needle on the tray as he came closer, but my vision was quickly fading. Esme and Edward sat me back up again but I was completely limp now and the best part was the pain was fading. Maybe it was really morphine, because it was good. Really, really, really, gooo…