Thank you to my Beta: TheBonfireOfVanities
La bocca dei giusti deve meditare saggezza
E il suo linguaggio deve essere
parlato nella sentenza
Benedetto è colui che soffre la tentazione
Dal momento che egli, con l'approvazione,
devono ricevere la corona della vita
Signore, fuoco divino, abbi misericordia
Oh come Santo
Come sereno
Come gentil
eCome piacevole
Oh, giglio di castità
Isabella was in the dark, figuratively and literally. She was trapped in a cage somewhere she didn't know. She heard feet constantly over her makeshift bed of one pillow and cold black bars .A single sliver of light snuck into the room, giving just enough light to see about a foot in front of her.
A rat skittered across the floor, and she screeched. At that same moment, the door that led to the outside world opened; a man, the large man that brought her here, was down again.
He and his night riders; Isabella had been peacefully asleep on the bed in her grandmother's room in her new home when the monsters rode into town, the hooves of their horses making the ground shake. When they burst in her door, fire was raging outside in the village. Her grandmother, swearing in Romanian, tried to fight them off, but they simply pushed her old, brittle body to the side.
Isabella fended them off for a while, escaping out the back door only after she knew her grandmother had gotten to safety in the Great Leader's home. The monsters were breaking her homemade plates and ripping apart their chairs as she ran.
She had taken off at a dead run. She knew if she could make it to the next village, which was bigger and had no problem helping out the travelers, she would be okay. But she was no match for horses.
One of the men who rode beside her running form with a taunting laugh, he reached over and grasped her by her braided hair and swung her to a stop.
The pain brought her to her knees, and he pulled her by her shoulders onto the big, broad horse.
She had heard horror stories of how woman were kidnapped from their homes and sold by fair trade for horses, gold, and meat.
She never thought it would happen to her.
Screeching and cursing, she hoped they though she was vile and would drop her, but that did not happen. They had simply tied her hands together and laughed at she struggled.
They handed her off to another man, who laid her on the dirt floor as the others held her down. He lifted her white skirt from her body and felt around her undergarments. He put one small finger where no other man had seen, let alone touched. She screamed through the hand that held her mouth; she was supposed to be pure! She was one of the only pure, virtuous girls in her village, and they were going to ruin her. She screamed until her throat was bloody and tears burned her eyes.
But it was over quick, and they held her out to the bigger man, who tied her up like caught game and attached her to his horse. He then brought her to the dark hole she was stuck in now.
The door to the small hutch opened, and the large man stepped down and went over to the corner for her food. She would not drink that disgusting water or eat hard corn.
As he walked over, she rammed her bruised back into her cage and shouted at him, "Câine murdare! Oameni ca tine fac parte în iad!" (Filthy dog! Men like you belong in hell!)
He sent her a dry look combined with a twitch of his grey moustache. "Girl, I know you can speak English- do it. No good man is going to buy you if you keep speaking that jibber jabber," He said.
She snarled at him. "Burn in hell!"
He sent her a wry look this time. "Don't worry, girl, I'm sure that's going to happen if you say so or not. And don't worry, I got a good man coming to look at you later on today. You'll have to watch your tongue," he said.
"I voi musca degetul!" (I'll bite his finger off!)
He simply shook his head and went to her with the jug that he usually gave her water with. He opened the cage a crack and handed her the jug. She chugged quickly, her stomach aching with pain from drinking too fast, but she kept going anyway. She handed the jug back with cheeks still full of water. When he leaned forward to stare at her like he did every time, she spit the water that was trapped in her mouth all over his face.
He jerked back with a laugh. "Jasper's gonna love you!" he said, Wiping his face and leaving her back down there with nothing to eat. She curled on her side and cried for a few more hours, hoping that her grandmother was okay, and that the man she was sold to wasn't the ogre she was picturing him as.
She sat up when she heard the footsteps over her cage again, her eyes wide and fearful she pushed her back all the way up to the back of the cage. She could hear the large man talking to some people.
"Thanks, man, I don't know if this old body can do horse cleanup anymore."
And another man replied, his voice was dark and beautiful like golden honey. It sent shivers down her spine. She hoped they would pass but knew that wasn't going to be the case. "Well, you let us know if you need anything, Frank. You know our family is always here for ya' and just stop by when your horse needs a real good clean, I'll get it done for ya'," he said.
The door opened and three sets of feet walked down into what she was calling the holding room.
The nurturing dog came over, waggling its tail, and in fear, she pushed herself up against the other side of the cage. The three men came forward. One of them was really tall, a giant really, in blue trousers. He had a concerned look on his face, his eyes narrowed as he took in the close quarters she was stuffed in.
The second man was a bit different; he was another giant, taller than the first, but instead of a lanky build he had muscles that rounded out in his arms and were defined under his white shirt, and his feet were shoved into big boots. His hair was slightly shaggy and touched his shoulders. He had stubble on his face, but it was his eyes that drew her in. Ochii de un warrior. (Eyes of a warrior.) They were cerulean blue, like the waters of Greece, or the home of the Gods. He stared at her softly, his big hands rubbing nervously on his trousers.
The fat man came over to pull her out of the cage, but she fought. She wasn't going to go without a fight.
She got the man where she had seen him rub a few times. Nailing him quickly, he grunted and let go for a moment.
The goliath stepped forward, moving the fat man out of the way. He grasped her with s monstrous strength and pulled her forward three times. Her hands slipped, and her back hit the hard floor. On the third pull, he pulled her out of the cage and around to his body. His warm hands gripped her back, her hips cradled with his.
She felt something that she had never before as he cradled her, something hard pushing between her legs, twitching once.
And she realized what it was, it was…. It- it was his… male parts. She blushed furiously and hid her face in his chest.
He cradled her for a while as he walked up to his horse. She watched sadly as he purchased her for a horse, and he fed her something sweet that hurt her empty stomach.
He was gentle as she was sick off his horse. He and his friend talked as they led her to another unknown place. This was a nightmare.
He stopped his horse in front of his small home. She had fallen asleep against him just over an hour ago, and he gently hopped off, holding her still and then taking her with him.
The moon was hanging high above their heads when he pushed into his house, Peter right behind him. He walked her to their room and laid her upon his bed, his the blue bedding looking royal against her pale skin.
Peter watched as Jasper caressed her smooth cheek. He looked like a lover in the moonlight. His tan hand \ contrasted against her crème' skin; it was beautiful.
He kissed her forehead before leading his brother out his bedroom and shutting the door. They walked to his small, dainty kitchen where they sat on old wooden chairs and talked for a few hours.
Before Peter left he stood in the door. "Are you sure this is what you want? The commitment?"
Jasper couldn't shake the feeling that he should be offended. "Yes, I want this commitment. I want the feeling that I have right now, to never end," he said.
Peter smiled ruefully at his brother and exited his home, tipping his hat lightly.
Bright and early, after Jasper had stayed awake pumping fresh milk and preparing meat for his new fiancé, his mother, brought over some of her special bread and some plain white bread. She also brought him some preserves, some beads that she bought from Rita McAlistar, and white string.
She chastised him for about forty-five minutes about not telling her about his plans to find a wife and promised to come over later to help the girl settle in.
Only after she left did he flop down onto his couch, cover his eyes with his forearm and doze to sleep. He dreamed of white skirts and dangling beads.
He was awoken by the sound of small feet and the feeling of hair tickling his nose. He slowly cracked open his eyes, only to meet brown eyes with beautiful specks of gold and strips of green.
She jumped back when she realized he was awake, but before she could slip away, he grasped her arm and pulled her to him. Making sure she didn't escape, he secured her to him as he stood.
Keeping her balanced with one arm and rubbing at his eyes with the other, he spoke, "Are you hungry? You have to be. My mama brought us over some of her special fruit bread and preserves. Of course, if you're still sick it would probably be better that you just had plain white bread." He was rambling, but he didn't know what to do with the sad girl.
He sat her down at the kitchen table. "Did ya' sleep well? I hope you did. I was worried you were going to be uncomfortable, but you will probably feel that way regardless. So my mama's coming over again later to help you get comfortable. She brought you some pretty beads that Rita makes down the street, she's good at it; you'll love them. There's also some sewing supplies and fabric in the hall closet if you get bored."
She looked blankly at her fruit bread with peach and cherry preserves on top. She picked it up and ate slowly.
"Of course you could go out and pick some oranges, or pull some vegetables. Do you know how to cook?" he asked her.
She nodded slowly.
"Good, I'm glad. I could help you tonight to cook, ya know? If my mama doesn't stay, of course. She'll love you. Anyway, I gotta go out back and get some meat and milk for the bottles in here. You just call me if you need anything?" he said, though it came out like a question.
When she nodded, his heart sank. "Listen- ah, I know this is a bad situation for you, but I'm a good guy, and I hope you can see that," he rambled to her.
She smiled at him. It was a small, sad smile, but it was a smile.
He reached down and cupped her beautiful milky cheeks. "I'll be back to check on you in an hour, Isabella."
And with a warning look, he said, "Don't run away, please."
She shrugged then. "I wouldn't. I have no place to go," she said, and her small voice broke his heart. He decided that he would put a smile on her face one day; a big, clean, happy smile.
With that, he left to do his chores as she finished her breakfast.
He gutted some cows that he'd milked to the bone for some fresh meat to eat that night.
When he rode back from the shed, he saw her crouched down in the garden with one of the woven baskets his mother made him and was pulling onions and carrots from the ground. Her hands were dirty, and her eyes deeply concentrated.
Already tied onto the basket with white string was a beaded string, in a pattern of blue, green and gold..
Her dark hair was pulled back in a loose braid as she checked the good onions and tossed the bad after pulling away the root.
She stood, dusted off her still – magically – white skirt.
She looked at him and handed him the basket. "Food?"
He smiled at her, and he saw her eyes grow gentle. "Yes, you."
Author Note: So is it cute? I think so! The next update will come June 17 if at least ten reviews are submitted, if less then it will be updated on June 25. IT WILL BE UPDATED THOUGH!
I do not own Twilight
There are a lot of questions on the time and place of the story, this will become clearer as the story progresses, I don't have an exact date, I'm still working on that through research, but I can say that it IS in the past. I'm not necessarily a history buff so I don't know what was invented when or things like that so if things are wrong please pardon me, I'm still researching.