Well, I was asked to make this chapter a bit longer than the Preview… better? :D
Umm, I just realized that I didn't put a disclaimer in the Preview. SORRY! I shall make up for that right now…
Chill: Well? Where is it?
Me: HUSH. I need a moment * sniffle *
Chill: * rolls eyes * whatever.
Me: * glare * I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY CHARACTERS OF TWILIGHT… but I do own Chill (you'll find out who he is in this Chapter) ^.^
Chill: Wait, what? You own me? o.o
Me: *giggle*
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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES RATED M MATERIAL.
Chapter 1: The Workers
After cooking the meal, I retreat to my room (more so called the laundry room) and quickly change into "bitch clothes", as James calls them. I rush to pull on the short mini shirt and lace bra, wincing as the materials scratch my bruises. As I leave the room, I pause to look at my reflection in the full-length mirror. I growl. I look like such a whore.
Because that's all you'll ever be.
Shut up.
You know it's true.
I don't CARE. Leave me alone!
I swear, that voice is going to kill me long before James has a chance to. The doorbell rings. I walk to the door and pause before I open it. Taking a deep breath, I grasp the doorknob.
"Bella, open the freaking door!" James yells out from his room.
I jump, and then pull the door open as quickly as I can. As usual, James's four best workers are standing in 2 file lines on the other side.
In front on the right, with his blonde curly hair practically covering his deep red eyes, Jasper looked down on me with a pained look. He didn't feel any resentment or pity for me, his face just always looked like someone had shot him multiple times. My guess is that he never truly got over losing his first wife…the one he himself killed. I'm not sure why he killed her, but he still wears the scars from the fight she put up on that day.
Dozens of them rivet down from his shoulders to his fingertips, while a few cover his face. Over his eyelid, on his forehead, from his chin to his left ear… I'm positive he was hiding so many more. Jasper was in charge of the working combats.
Standing left of Jasper was Emmett, who waved his large hand wildly in front of my face as a hello. I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn't giggle. I didn't want James finding out I expressed joy without his permission. Emmett was one of the workers who didn't mind talking to the slaves. He actually told us jokes and allowed us to enjoy ourselves! Although he seemed scary with his towering demeanor, strong build and bright red eyes, all of the slaves in the Nomad Castle knew that he was really just a big goofball of fun with dimples and short dark hair. Unless you got on his bad side, that is.
Emmett had first come in as a slave to the Nomad Castle 10 years ago. Even though he was not to speak to the leader, he still did everything in his power to make everyone laugh at his jokes. One day, James had overheard Emmett tell one of his funny tales and James had made Emmett his joker, as well as his right hand man. It was Emmett's job to cheer James up, and set his schedule for the week. This made Emmett rise to the top of James's list, so Emmett gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants.
Behind Emmett and Jasper, Chill crossed his arms to his chest and sent me a wink and a wide grin. Chill 's mischievous violet eyes went well with his whitish blonde hair. Yes, I said violet eyes. Chill was a human blood-drinking vampire, but his transformation had gone wrong. The red that normally took over human's eyes during transformation just tinted his once blue eyes, making them purple. He is smarter than any other vampire in the world, even James himself. This was a side effect to the transformation gone wrong, as well as being the only person in the world who could talk to the dead (and bring them back to life if he wanted to).
Chill was in charge of hacking and keeping track of the trades we held with other vampire leaders. His ability to talk to the dead comes in handy when we need background checks on some of the traders. The dead won't hesitate to talk about the ones that betrayed them.
I look at Edward last. His beauty always shocked me. He greeted me by running a hand through his messy bronze hair, and glaring at me with cold and calculating red eyes. I gulped as I took in his handsome, but deadly looks. He used to be the Volturi Prince. His father Aro Volturi was the old King. Aro was the world's most terrible leader. His idea of a punishment was standing in a corner for ten minutes. No one took him seriously. Edward started to despise the very man who made him. And so, he secretly joined James's coven and formed a plot to undermine the King. Needless to say, we won without much of a fight. James took Edward in and re-crowned him the Nomad Prince. If anything were to happen to James, Edward would be brought into power.
For now, Edward is assigned to be the dungeon master. His hatred of Aro Volturi had brought out the worst in him. He is known as the most ruthless and cruel vampire to ever exist. His prisoners always died slowly and painfully, no matter what crime they've committed.
"BELLA!" James stormed out of his room, yelling my name.
I winced thinking he was going to hit me. It would be a shame to be punished in front of the workers. I didn't even know what I did this time.
"DAMMIT, why can't you-" He started, but stopped when he saw who were at the door.
"Oh." He smiled and joined me in front of the door, wrapping his arm around my waist. I bowed my head down and looked at the floor. I knew he wanted me to look down until I was needed.
"Good evening, Leader." Jasper's voice rang out through the apartment room. The other workers greeted James similarly.
"Hello, Leader." That had to be Chill.
"Hey, hey, hey Mister James!" I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Of course that was Emmett.
"My Father." I nearly moaned out loud at Edwards's voice. Dang, why was he so sexy?
James tightened his grip on me. I tried not to cry out as he pushed in on my bruises. He motioned for them to come in. I led them to the dining room table, where they always had meetings. Everyone sat down and looked at me. I blushed, but didn't move. I was sure that if I left before I was dismissed, I would be punished. Jasper was the first to speak.
"Isabella, will we be having a feast this evening? Or are you going to feed us again?" He questioned.
I gulped as I listen to him speak. I had forgotten to prepare a meal the last time they had a meeting and they had to improvise, using me as a quick meal. I tried not to remember them biting into me and sampling my blood.
"Y-yes, sir. You will all be h-having a feast this evening." I stuttered.
"Hooray! And the menu is?" Emmet asked.
"1 Seasoned 15 y-year old Caucasian female for the appetizer, 2 Stuffed 26 year old African American f-females for the main course, a-and for dessert you s-should be having 5 Sugared 7 year old Native American children, 4 male and 1 female. 1 child f-for each." I managed to whisper.
Everyone smiled and licked their lips.
"You have 10 minutes to go bring the appetizer, Bella." James waved me off to the kitchen. I ran off.
I stumbled into the kitchen and trudged to the pantry. I hated preparing dinner for the vampires. It was so hard to prepare. I could barely stomach it. I opened the pantry doors and pulled out the first 6 syringes. I filled them with liquid seasoning and prepared myself to go into the storage room. I took a deep breath and opened the soundproof door. I nearly cried at what I saw.
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The adult humans on the menu tonight were all chained to the walls of the room, their arms and legs spread out in an X position. The children desserts were kept in a small cage in the back of the room, tied to the floor by an ankle chain. No one was wearing clothes. James said that clothes were a privilege they could not earn. Thankfully, he always wanted his humans as unharmed as possible, so everyone was in good health.
Everyone was asleep except for the small female child. She sat cross-legged on the floor, looking at me with big pitiful brown eyes. I think she knew why she was here. She knew what I was going to do to her, and she had accepted it. She sent me a sad smile. I tried smiling back, but it came out looking more like a grimace. I walked over to the teenaged female Caucasian on the wall. I sighed. This was going to wake everyone up.
I placed all the syringes on the floor and picked the first one up. I carefully injected the seasoning into the girl's right arm. Her eyes shot open. I looked sadly at her. I knew having seasoning coursing through your body was not something you wanted to wake up to. I silently picked up the second needle and shot it into her left arm. This time she screamed.
I thanked god the soundproof door was closed. Sadly, I was right. Everyone woke up with a start and found me with the syringes on the floor. No one really knew what I was doing to the girl though. Except for the little girl in the cage.
I picked up the third needle and injected the seasoning into her right thigh. I watched as she hopelessly tried to stop me by wriggling herself around and trying to loosen the metal chains. Most of the children were crying now, frightened by the screams. The two African Americans watched me with angry eyes.
The fourth needed was injected into her other thigh, and I quickly bent down to retrieve the fifth needle from the floor. The teenager chose that moment to stop screaming. She knew it was no use. She had given up. I shot the fifth needle into her stomach. I was about to go retrieve the last needle, when she spoke.
"Y-your human." She whispered.
I stopped. I didn't expect her to say that. I thought for sure she would be screaming obscenities at me for causing her pain. I hesitated then answered.
"Yes."
She looked deep into my eyes.
"Why? W-why would y-you betray y-our own k-kind?"
My eyes grew cold at the word 'betray'.
"I had nothing to fight for. It was either join them or hide. James wanted me, so he has me." I whispered.
I injected the sixth syringe before she could say another word. She cried out weakly. I took that time to walk across the room and grab the rope and medical table. I came back to her and unlocked her chains. I grabbed her before she could hit the floor and bruise herself. I tied her hands and feet together, then lifted her up onto the medical table and wheeled her out of the storage room. She was too weak to try and escape.
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I stopped by the dining room door. The vampires stopped chatting to look back at me.
"Finally! How long was it going to take you, Bella? You only had two minutes left before I would have had to come get you." James bellowed.
"I'm sorry. I have your appetizer." I looked down and whispered.
"Bring it here." James said.
I wheeled the girl to the dining room table and shifted her so she lay face up on the table with her head facing James. She weakly tried to roll off the table. Everyone at the table growled at her. James took his hand and placed it on her forehead, so if she moved she would practically decapitate herself.
"No you stupid human. You stay on the table like a good girl. Everyone, please enjoy." And with that, he dipped his head down to her neck and bit. Jasper grabbed her left wrist and joined in, Emmett took the right wrist, then Edward drank from her stomach, and Chill from her right thigh. The girl jerked and screeched, but nothing deters hungry vampires.
I closed my eyes and tried not to breathe through my nose. The smell of blood makes me sick. Soon, the girl lost consciousness, and James began to speak while taking sips at the blood running down the girl's neck.
"Major, what was it you wanted to ask me?"
Major? Huh, I've never heard that name before. Jasper answered. I guess Major was his code name. I re opened my eyes, wanting to listen to the conversation. I was a trustful slave, so they didn't mind saying things in front of me.
"Well, sir. With all due respect, I was going to ask if there was any other way we could get the shipment from the Amazon Coven. The Denali's have found our hideout and are planning an 'ambush'." He tried to cover his laughter when he said the last word.
James snorted.
"Right of course, the Denali's. We'll have to take care of them. Major, I give you permission to capture the 'ambushers'…" James suppressed a chuckle. "…And bring them over to Prince here for some fun. What do you think about that idea?"
"Yes sir." Jasper replied.
"Edward? Is this ok?" James asked, raising an eyebrow.
Edward simply raised his head from the girls stomach, pausing to look at James and give him a wide grin which showed all his teeth, then went back to drinking.
James chuckled.
"I thought so. Bella, go bring the main meals. You have 30 minutes."
I once again, rushed off for the kitchen. Along the way to the storage room, I paused at the refrigerator to pick up the pasta I had cooked earlier. I opened the door to the storage room, only to scream and fall to the floor at what I saw.
"Why, hello Isabella."
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CLIFFHANGER? O.o Who could it be?
R&R Please? :P
I'll give you a brownie…
James: Allusion?
Me: YES?
James: Shut up.
Me: …*sadness*
R&R to get James to leave me alone? :D
James: …*facepalm*
Me: *wink wink*