Chapter Two
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Alice POV
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An unusually loud screeching noise woke me up what had to be hours later. Everything was only dimly lit so it wasn't morning yet.
I warily opened my eyes—already adjusted to the dark—and looked around my small cell.
The door was open a little, enough to allow someone in apparently seeing as a figure was approaching my bed.
"Mmmm, I thought there was some kind of exaggeration in the way you were described, but . . ." The strangers voice paused as he deeply inhaled then hummed happily. It was lower than any human sound I'd hear before, like a lion purring but this was clearly no lion. "You are unarguably the sweetest little thing I've ever encountered. I'm verging on total loss of control... but I'll hold off. It'll make for more interesting sport if I wait for the ball to be in play." The slinky, ghost-like movements reached the side of my bed and slowly started to lean over me.
"Ple—" I squeaked in fear but choked on the very first word.
The man was now right over me; his icy breath was flowing across my face as he practically panted on me. With the stream of light coming through the door I caught a glimpse of his cropped brown hair and black eyes for just a second, then the slightly parted lips crashed onto mine so hard I felt my lip get a cut on my teeth.
He sucked it into his mouth—a hard, frigidly cold space—and ran his equally cold tongue over the throbbing wound.
Tears finally broke out from the pain that added to my fear, overwhelming me out of my terrified silence.
I sobbed as he licked around the inside of my mouth like he was wiping up a spill then gasped in pain again when he nipped my upper lip between his impossibly sharp teeth. The sucking started again as he seemed to be drinking from my wounds, taking pleasure in the pain it caused me. Once again his tongue swished over the wound and thankfully this time he pulled away.
"Mmmm, so amazing," he murmured, wiping his face in the darkness. "My apologies, sweet pea, I couldn't resist completely. Out of curiosity, was that your first kiss?"
I stayed silent, holding my bear, while he continued to walk to the door.
When he stopped in the doorway my heart jumped so hard it ached behind my ribs. He wasn't satisfied with making me bleed once tonight.
"Hmmm, well I'll be sure to make your next one a little better. Goodnight." he said formally then left.
I slipped down under my stiff blankets until they were over my head then stayed there for the rest of the night—perfectly still, as if motion was what would pull him back.
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"Alice! Wait up! Your legs move faster than mine!" Emmett called behind me. A few seconds after I'd ran out of the house I'd heard his loud, earth-shaking footsteps come racing after me. I was ninety-nine percent sure he was alone but I couldn't stop my legs or the flight instinct that was making them move.
A frustrated growl rumbled behind me then Emmett's footsteps got louder and faster. He was catching up. Just two more seconds and his arms wrapped around my stomach and pulled me back to him.
"What's wrong?" he demanded, spinning me in his grip to face him.
"Let me go!—Emmett—Ugh! I can't stop!" I pushed against his chest in vain; he was just too strong to fight off.
"What did you see?" he half shouted. I pushed again only to be pulled hard into him with my arms pinned down and his locked around me like a cage. At first I felt trapped, and then I realized I was safe here. I couldn't get out, but that also meant no one else could get in.
I moved my arms the little amount that I could until they were as far around him as I could get then squeezed tight so he couldn't run away.
"W-when I was human, James was there," The tears continued to back up in my face. The tears were the evidence of my sadness, but no one could see. They couldn't see my pain.
"I know. I watched the tape, too." he murmured, his restraints softened into a hug now that I had stopped struggling.
"No, I... I remember. James was there when I was human and so was Jasper..." I swallowed habitually and sniffed, not that it helped the pressure gathering in my face. "I think they were playing for me, some kind of hunting game. They were hurting me."
"You remember? You mean you know more than what we heard from James?" His voice was taking a more frantic, panicking tone now.
I couldn't say anything now; my throat wouldn't work, so I just nodded in agreement.
"Wait, did you say Jasper was there, too? He was there but didn't stop James?" His arms went stiff around me once more, fingertips now digging into my jacket.
Still I couldn't talk, so I nodded again. Immediately after, my body caught up and started heaving with my shaky, pained breaths.
