A/N: Warning: Foreplay, but nothing too disgusting just Kissing... naked or half way anyway.

Chapter 2

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until I heard someone knocking on the door. First it started out soft I just moaned and flipped to my other side. Then it grew more persistent to the point where I couldn't ignore it any longer. I fell out of bed and stumbled over to the door. The knob clicked open easily under my touch and if I was more awake I probably would have wondered when someone unlocked it, but as it was I was half asleep and gave it no thought. The woman at the door was in a business suit, her long blonde hair was up in a severe bun and she had eyes a lovely shade of brown. Nothing like a gorgeous woman who looks like she stepped right out of a Greek story to bring your self-esteem up in the morning.

She raised one perfect eyebrow at me, "You look horrendous, go freshen up," she ordered me.

I was pleased to note that he voice was very high pitched and annoying, good to know that you can't have everything. She shooed me into the bathroom, she turned around to fuss with the tap and I took this moment to look around. The room had a dark theme to it. There were dark crimson towels and a black rack and black marble was everywhere. The tube was huge and rose seamlessly out of the ground in a large rectangle. The sink was the kind that had a stand and a glass bowel on it; I had to admit it was very cool looking. The blonde rose gracefully from the ground and walked over to me. She tugged my nightgown up.

"Wow, I don't even know your name."

She glared at me and threw the nightgown on the floor, "Do not be smart with me girl. It is not wise to have an attitude in this place. Take off all other items of clothing."

I stared at her a moment, was she serious? "Are you going to watch me bathe?"

"It is necessary to make sure you do not hurt yourself. Please remove your bra."

"Hurt myself? What am I going to do?" I made no move to remove my clothing.

"Drown yourself, swallow the shampoo and poison yourself, or slash your wrists," she held up a pink razor to prove her point.

"Can you at least turn around please?"

She nodded her head and sat on the toilet, he eyes closed. I removed my clothing and steeped into the bath. With her eyes still closed she started to talk to me.

"The bath will not operate unless I am here or whoever else Alec sends to babysit you."

"You mean I don't get to see your bright and smiling face every morning, what a pity," I shook my head and scrubbed some shampoo into it.

She ignored my comment, "You will eat breakfast at nine o'clock every morning. You then will go into the sun room or back to your room. You may not speak to anyone else unless one of the Volturi is with you. You are not to try to harm yourself in any way possible or others around you. This will cause immediate death. If you need anything you are to ask me and I will get it for you. Do you have any questions?"

"May I have the razor?" I held out my hand to receive it from her, she opened her eyes just a little bit to see where my hand was and gave it to me.

"Anything else?"

"Is there any more humans here?"

"Yes, you will not interact with them. The only other humans you will speak to is your escort or the other….."

"Sex slaves?"

She frowned at me, "I would not call it that, you are here for an experiment and you gave your consent."

"Oh yeah, join or die. Defiantly had a choice there."

"Regardless of the circumstances, you gave your consent and now you cannot back out."

I mumbled into the water, finishing up with the razor and handing back to her. She threw a towel at my head and pushed a button that unplugged the bath. I wrapped the towel around my frame and grabbed another one to dry my hair with. I walked back into the bathroom and grabbed some clothes, a light blue sweater that looked comfy and a pair of jeans. The lady nodded approvingly and handed me my brush. I ran it though my hair a couple of times, not really caring if there were knots or not. I was fully awake now and was surprised when she handed me a hairdryer.

"They have electricity here?"

"The Volturi are not idiots, they can change with the time. You will not be allowed the hairdryer unless-."

"Someone is watching me otherwise I might try to harm myself, I get it," I turned it on, drowning out her retort.

Once I was finished she led me through a maze of hallways. I passed a few windows and tried to stop to look at the view, but she would just yank on my arm. I did catch a few glimpse of house though, I shudder at the thought of them all being filled with vampires.

Calm down, they aren't filled with vampires. I'm sure that they are filled with humans too.

A scent drifted down the hallway towards us. It was a combination of eggs French toast and some unidentified object. My stomach growled appreciatively as we neared the source. She led me into a small chamber decorated rather like a hotel room would be decorated. Like they were trying hard to make you feel at home but failing miserable. There were two other girls, well, women at the table. One had long light brown hair that was rather nondescript other that it was really straight but still had body. She was slouched over and muttering to herself every once in a while. The other one was a rather refined looking lady; she had strawberry blonde hair and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. She was chewing very thoughtfully, as though it took a lot of thought to move your mouth up and down. When the door slammed open they both looked over in my direction. The one with red hair cocked her head to the side, the other one just squinted and mouthed 'blue' and nodded approvingly. I was a little self conscious as I shuffled my feet. It was like the first day of High School all over again, standing there all awkward trying to find a friendly face. I looked back up and the red head smiled reassuringly and patted the seat next to her. I sighed; well at least I wouldn't have to hide out in the bathroom. I walked over to her and sat down on the plush seat. Honestly does everything had to so soft here? It was reminding me of a padded cell.

" Bonjour, Je m'appelle Nadine. Et toi?"

"Um," I scrambled around in my head, trying to find the correct response from my limited French classes.

"Je m'appelle Amie?"

Wrinkles appeared between her eyes as she tried to work out what I said. I can't really blame her; I got a C in that class, pronunciation wasn't my thing.

"Oh, y- you don't speak French well?" she asked.

"Oui, Je très mal," I responded.

"I can tell," she smiled, "You are very lucky that ma Maman is English. Otherwise I would not speak a... ah... Lick of it?"

"That's fortunate," I smiled rather awkwardly.

"Your aura is blue," the women across from me informed me. "Good color. Not very social, yet loyal."

Nadine rolled her eyes at her, "This is Cory; she talks to the dead and can see um… what did she say? Oh yes, 'auras'."

Cory frowned, "You're just upset because yours is grey," she looked back at me, "It use to be purple, but I think she's developed Stockholm syndrome."

"I 'ave not!"

Cory didn't spare her a glance, "Every since she's gotten pregnant with that thing-."

"That is enough!" I jumped as her fist came down on the table.

Nadine glared at Cory for a full minute before she laid back. She ate her food furiously and finished in under a minute. I sat there, not knowing what to do. She looked pissed and a little part of me knew that it wasn't directed at me, but was still scared shitless by it. I let my gaze wonder, looking anywhere but the two women. I decided to look at a complicated piece of painting. It had swirls crisscrossing and vibrant colors. I wonder who designed this room. It had neutral colors then they throw off the entire scheme but throwing this obnoxious painting into it. It looked cool, but out of place. I was so distracted by the colors I didn't notice that Nadine was talking to me.

"So what do you think?" she asked

"Yes?"

Nadine beamed at me, "Good! We are very lucky they give us things to do. When I first come 'ere, there was nothing! I 'ad to talk to Santiago about that."

I noticed that when she said his name she put her hand on her huge stomach. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say this 'Santiago' guy (whose name by the way I decided I loved. Santiago it just rolls off the tongue) is her partner. Partner, God it sounds like we were in science class. I nodded politely to whatever Nadine said; across the table Cory just rolled her eyes and went back to talking to "dead" people. We finished our meal quite quickly. I had only been in there for about ten minutes. Nadine somehow managed to get herself out of her chair, even though there were plenty of people who would have helped her. In fact there was about five people escorting her, looking at her like she was about to collapse any second now. She winced slightly as she walked, but again refused assistance. I walked behind her, with Cory, who was oddly silent.

"Three weeks," her eyes were dead as she watched Nadine wadded down the hallway.

"Three weeks what?" I asked, panting slightly from the effort to keep up with her long strides.

"She's been pregnant three weeks"

I looked dubiously at her. Nadine was huge; she had to be at least seven months pregnant.

"Something in the vampires genes cause the pregnancy to accelerate," she answered my stare, which was kind of freaky because she hasn't moved her eyes from Nadine.

"When's her due date?"

Cory cocked her head to the side, "Hm, A week and a half from now, it will be on a Tuesday."

I decided not to question her logic on why it has to be born on a Tuesday. I can handle only so much crazy.

"How long have you been here?" There were no windows in this hallway, just some florescent lights.

"About a week, time is hard to tell."

"Yeah……Who's your person?"

She didn't have to ask what I meant, "Corin, you?"

"Alec, is he nice to you?"

"In what way?"

I struggled for an answer, "Well- well is he polite to you or does he just burst into your room unannounced?"

"He is very polite to me. A picture perfect gentleman. They have to be."

"Have to be?" They rape you; they don't have to be anything to us. Then again, rape is a very harsh word…

"They seem to think the happier we are the better chances of us carrying a child are. Have you not done it yet?"

I blushed, she looked over at me.

"I take your blush for a no."

"Yeah, pretty much," I suddenly had this really warm feeling in my stomach, like I could tell her anything, "actually I've never had a boyfriend before."

"Well it will hurt."

Way to sugar coat it for me, "I know."

"No you don't, it will really hurt." She suddenly looked at me and yanked up her sleeve.

Bruises decorated her arms. Some were fading yellow, but others were fresh. I stared in horror.

"I thought you said they had to be nice to us?" I grabbed her arm and looked at them harder. As if that will change what I see.

"It matters not. They are much stronger than us and they can't help but to hurt us. When they are distracted by other things, they lose some control. Corin told me that I was lucky that he didn't kill me."

"Why doesn't Nadine have any?"

"They stop seeing us when we become pregnant. If my sources are correct, Santiago is already seeing another woman."

I decided not to question who her sources were either.

"Does Nadine know?" Honestly she refers to the man with such devotion.

"No, and it would not be wise to tell her."

We turned and went into a sunny room. There were skylights but no windows on the wall. It had a friendly atmosphere, with books lining the wall and a huge fireplace. The main theme of this room seemed to be red. Red couches, red carpet, and candles lining the wall throwing anything that isn't red into a reddish hue from their flames. I had a suddenly flashback of a Harry Potter movie I saw with my friends.

"Amie! Come 'ere, you owe me a game of chess." Nadine waved me over to a coffee table, were a glass set of a chess game was set up. So that's what I promised her.

Cory drifted away and pulled a book off of the shelf, the title was in a different langue so I could not tell what she was reading, but from the cover, a chalk outline with a finger print faded next to it, I could tell it had something to do with murder.

"Isn't this w-wonderful," she stumbled slightly over the pronunciation. She held up a clear cut piece of glass, it had tiny little details that you had to hold right up next to your eye to see. The black pieces were made of what seemed to be onyx. I took the onyx side, she took the crystal. She made her first move, a pawn moved up on the board. I studied the game, my brothers use to be great at this and they attempted to teach me but I could never match up to their skill. I moved a knight.

"So," Nadine started, "Who do you 'ave?"

"Alec."

"Ah, I've met 'im," she moved another pawn.

"Really? Like for more than two minutes?"

"It was about five actually."

"So…?"

"So 'e's nice. It's not like we 'ad a deep 'eart to 'eart."

I sighed, looks like I wasn't going to get much insight into my rapist/partner. I decided to move to a safer topic.

"So how's the baby?"

Her face immediately brightened and she put a hand on the belly, "Oh 'e is wonderful! I 'ope 'e looks just like 'is Papa. I would 'ate for 'im to 'ave my red curls!" she made a face as she tugged at her curls.

"Have you thought of a name yet?"

"Yes, I want 'im to be called Adrien, for my cousin. We were very close." She got a faraway look in her eye and she patted her stomach.

"And what if it's a girl?"

She looked at me sharply, "It is not." I heard her give an intake of breath and she closed her eyes tightly. She doubled over and remained that way for a few moments

People came from nowhere. They swarmed around her and asked if she was okay. She tried to wave them off.

"'e was just moving. I'll am good," she opened her eyes and smiled ruefully at me, "I am sorry. 'E is just too strong. Poor boy, 'e's running out of room in there." She smiled down at her abdomen and I tried my best not to look disgusted.

I let her talk for hours about how she wanted her baby to be raised and how happy she and Santiago will be. Behind her Cory was shaking her head mouthing 'No' every so often at a remark Nadine made. I was rather fed up with her attitude, honestly the chick is psycho. If Nadine wants to watch her kid grow up why would she just shake her head slowly like that? She can't tell the future and her little 'friends' know nothing. I glanced over at the clock every so often; slowly it was ticking towards bedtime. We didn't receive lunch, but we did have dinner back in the breakfast room. This time I had grilled salmon with some rice. Naturally I dipped the salmon in ketchup; Nadine wrinkled her nose and declared my taste in food disgusting as she chow down on escargot and peaches. Cory ignored us as she ate a relatively normal meal. We went back towards the sunroom and sat around the fire. Cory curled up with the book, she was almost done and Nadine was still going on about her baby; I tried to repress a yawn. I wonder if Alec minds if I sleep though our little time together. I cracked up at the thought and both girls stared at me like I was on something

"Are you alright?" Nadine asked me, she leaned forward and patted my knee.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine," I was still chuckling from the idea.

"O' I bet you are just nervous," she had a knowing smile on her face.

"Nervous? About what?"

"Well it will be your first time. Don't worry I was nervous too," her smile widened, "Once you get a bit more practice..."

"Wow, we are not talking about this," Well she was right, I it was going to be my first time and I managed to forget that for a whole day. Now she had to go and remind me. I was having a mini break down inside of me. But I still had a few hours to spare before it came to that. Maybe some divine intervention will occur and I will be spared.

The clock stroked nine, and both girls got up and started to move towards the door. I stared at them, what we had to be back at nine? Did we have a curfew like ten year olds? Oh shit I was not ready for that. I need more time!

Nadine was escorted by her usual group. Cory was picked up by a man I'd never seen before. He had long black hair that fell in front of his eyes. He wore an elongated grey cloak; I couldn't tell what he wore underneath it or if he wearing anything. Cory wordlessly took his arm and turned back towards me.

"Remember what I said," and walked out of the door. The man threw me a curious glance; clearly he didn't get what she said any more than I did, I just shrugged my shoulder at him. The Greek goddess picked me up. Her hair was ruffled and she was panting heavily. Her face was a lovely red color and she looked pissed. I wisely choose not to say anything to her on our way back to my room, instead I vouched for the 'Oh shit what the hell am I going do?' tactic. She slammed the door closed and I heard the lock click.

"Goodbye to you to sunshine," I mumbled as I walked around the room.

How was one supposed to greet one's sex partner? I suppose I could put on a nightgown and wait on the bed. I started towards the bed but then stopped. Why was I putting an effort forth to impress him?

Because he's the first guy who has ever thought about you that way. A little voice told me. And you have no experience in this field, and he's probably very experienced.

"Good point," I murmured, I walked towards the bookcase and pulled one off at random. Random Disaster, the title read. I leafed though a couple pages, it was about a guy who witnessed his dad kill his Mom and his dad than kidnapped him and threatened to kill him if he told anyone. It was actually really interesting, I've always like those psychology thrillers. Something is so interesting about human behavior. I sat down on one of the loveseats; I curled my feet underneath me as I went back towards the back of the book and read the last page. Maybe he'll be late.

"You know you're ruining the ending for yourself," Alec leaned against the back of the seat and whispered right into my ear.

Needless to say it scared the shit out of me. I jumped out of the chair and onto the floor. He was leaning up against the back of the chair, smirking down at me.

"Jesus Christ, a little warning next time?" I tried to recover from my fall.

"My apologies," he was right next to me, holding a hand out to help me up.

I glared at it for a second before I took it. I dusted the imaginary dust off of me and stood there awkwardly. I had no idea what to do and quite frankly I just wanted to get this over with.

"You seem tense," he removed his cloak and set it on the chair. He was wearing jeans that had a hole in the knee and a green t shirt.

"Uh-Hun," my hands started to shake as he kicked off his shoes.

He frowned a little at my hands but did not mention it, "Was Katie courteous to you?"

For a minute I froze, who the hell was Katie? "Who-? Oh you mean the little ball of sunshine that picked me up? Yeah she and I had a grand old time." I rolled my eyes as I walked over to the bookcase to put away the book. My arm brushed his as I passed and I swear my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I didn't understand I hated this guy, so why was my heart speeding up at the thought of touching him? I searched through my emotions, I could not find on that suggested that I did feared him or was disgusted at the thought of being with him. In fact, to my horror, I wanted to be with him. I shook my head, trying to clear out my thoughts.

"Something the matter?" he was right next to me, taking my hand in his.

I tried to respond to him but my voice seemed to have vanished. He was about an inch taller than me. I had to look up though my eyelashes to see him; he was looking at the titles of all the books.

"This one is my favorite," he showed me a book entitled Lolita. It had no cover art, just a leather cover and the book's title in golden lettering. I open it and looked at the front page.

"It looks good," I mumbled as I held it out to him.

He gently took it out of my hands and put it back on the shelf. His hand cupped my chin as he titled my head up. I closed my eyes as I felt his thumb graze over my bottom lip. His cool breath was right by my lips, just barely grazing over them. He took a deep breath, savoring my scent. I grew impatient at his teasing and crushed my lips onto his. His eyes opened wide in surprise, but he soon responded. I tried to force open his mouth, but he was resolute on that and would not yield. I knew instinctively what to do, I was surprised by it. I was still a little unsure as where to place my hands and such, but they had stopped shaking and we were making our way towards the bed. Somewhere along the way we both lost our shirts and the pants were next. Alec threw me on the bed and attacked my neck. He was a little rough, but I was surprised by his control. After seeing Cory's bruises I expected to be withering in pain the entire time. I tried to forget everything, the fact that he was using me, that I was far, far from home, and that….

"Are you always this distracted or am I just not interesting to you?" he mumbled into my neck.

He looked up, brown met red and I got pulled down deeper into this mess.

A/N: Chelsea's power is effective, no?