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Chapter 1- Trapped

I opened my eyes and heard screaming. It took me a moment to realize the screaming was coming from me. Edward, oh god, his eyes. I turned and retched on the cold cement, venom and blood I'd drank hitting the ground. After I was done, I stood, my legs a little wobbly. I was in a cell of some sort. How had I gotten here? I closed my eyes, trying to put aside the horrible nightmare I'd had, and tried to remember. I had gone up to my room. . .someone was there. Who had it been? "Nicholas," I muttered. That was right. He was back. . .and he'd somehow drugged me.

"Noleen, you've awakened."

Speak of the devil. I walked over to the bars and growled. "What do you think you're doing Nicholas?"

He laughed and opened the cell door. It was made of enchanted steel, so not even I could bend the bars. "Oh Noleen, so young, so naive." He walked over to me and smiled. "You're mine." He said simply.

I chuckled and shook my head. "I don't think so."

He thrust out his right arm, trapping me against his body and a cement wall. His lips curled into a sneer and he growled. "Don't fool yourself Noleen, you're not getting out."

I lifted my knee, hearing it land right in his groin. Vampire or not, that hurts. He groaned and fell to the floor. I put the heel of my boot on his back, digging it into his skin. "Now, you haven't been around in a while Nicky, so let me catch you up." I began.

I dug the heel in a little more, feeling the skin part beneath the contact. Venom began to pump from the wound. "I don't take shit from anyone. Including you." I said, watching him squirm.

Suddenly he moved. I flipped back, so I wouldn't hit the floor. I was in a crouched position by the time he was able to get up. His eyes were black. "Who do you think you are?" He asked.

I smiled, my eyes fading to black also. "Well, I was a paid killer before Edward came back."

"And he still loves you?"

"Of course."

"He loves a monster? Hmm. . .you must not have told him what you've done."

I hissed. "Don't talk about him."

Nicholas stood straight, the wound already healed. "Tell me, did you have pleasant dreams Noleen?"

The question staggered me because the nightmare came flooding back full force. Before I could object, Nicholas had me pressed against the wall again, his hands holding mine, and his legs keeping mine in place. We were way too close for comfort. "Back up," I said.

"Or what?" He breathed, the air tickling my ear.

I stared into his onyx eyes and felt my hands begin to warm up. Heat surrounded my flesh, and then the smell of his burning skin followed. He screamed and stepped back. "That's what." I smirked.

A pain hit me, something I'd never felt before. It started in my toes and spread throughout my body, traveling through my veins. I crumpled to the floor. Someone was standing over me, a dagger in hand. Damn. How had I not seen them?

"The magic should hold her over for a couple hours." He said. His eyes were red, and he appeared to be laughing.

I spit at him and shouted, "What the fuck did you do to me?"

Nicholas walked over to me, cradling his burning hand. It was blistering over. Good. "It's just something to keep you occupied." He answered.

My body trembled from the pain, and a light sheen of venom coated my brow. It hurt so much. "I'm going to kill you," I growled.

He laughed and bent down. Then he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss. I tried to push him away, but it hurt too much. His lips stayed crashed to mine for minutes. Finally, he pulled back, a grin on his face. "I will have you," he told me. Then, he walked out.

I laid in a corner and curled up, trying to ignore the pain. I had to get out. But how?


It was a full three hours before Nicholas came back. The pain had worn away by then, and I was left exhausted. My body felt like a bull-dozer had run it over at least five times. "Up," he said, coming over to me.

I shook my head pitifully. I was so tired. . .

He lifted me in his arms, holding me close to his body. Then he began to carry me out of the cell. Was he letting me go? No, he wouldn't do that.

"Where are you taking me?" I mumbled.

"Your room."

"You're giving me a room?"

He smirked and replied, "Why, I'm not a monster Noleen."

I shook my head. "Yes, you are."

He laughed; I could feel the movement on my body because I was so close to him. "Noleen, you make me laugh."

I rolled my eyes and said dryly, "So glad to entertain thee."

He laughed again. Gee, I was just cracking him up wasn't I?

A sharp pain hit my body and I groaned. My mouth ached. Blood, I needed blood. I needed to feed. I was so hungry, so tired. . .

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Need to feed," I answered.

"Well, I can arrange that."

He opened the door to "my room" and my mouth nearly fell open. It was huge. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, and it had a Victorian look to it. Nicholas laid my on the bed, becoming oddly gentle, and then walked away. It took me a while, but I managed to get up. I ran my hands over the wall, wondering where he'd taken me.

He came back in with a man, a smile on his face. "Dinner is served, m'lady."

I frowned and shook my head. "No." I simply said.

His face dropped and a frown came across his face. "I thought you said you were hungry?"

I looked at the man. He was begging for his life. He was speaking another language, but I could tell what he was saying. The rush of blood hit me and I stumbled. My teeth ached, just wanting to press into his skin and drink, drink until I was satisfied. I could feel the flesh on my mouth, the feeling of me biting. . . I shook my head and cleared my throat. "Take him away."

"Why won't you feed?" Nicholas asked, looking genuinely concerned.

"He's begging for his life Nicholas!" I exclaimed. "I'm not hurting him. He's a good man. I can tell." And I could. I reached out with my original powers and tried to search for some truly horrible thing he'd done. There wasn't a damn thing.

"But he's human, so below us."

"Killing him would be murder." I snapped.

Nicholas laughed and drew a dagger. I screamed as he swiped the blade across the man's throat. Blood poured from the wound. "Here, I killed him. Let the murder be on me."

I tried so hard. I didn't want to. But I couldn't help it. I sank to the body and pressed my lips to the bloody skin. I sucked in the liquid, reveling in the feel of it sinking down my throat. So good. . . it was so good. I could feel my strength returning. I was growing stronger with every drop of the blood. I drank until I couldn't anymore, then I lifted my face from the body. I looked at what I'd done and cried out. I kept saying no, over and over again.

Nicholas picked me up and put me back on the bed, then injected me with something again. "Goodnight, my angel," he whispered.

Before I could object, I was gone. Again.


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A/N: Hopefully you guys liked this chapter. Now, this story is going to be fairly macabre so, brace yourself haha. There's going to be a lot of blood, venom, torture; all of it ha. Thanks for reading :) I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and let me know what you think.
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