This chapter really left something to be desired for me, I'm contemplatin' just startin' from scratch. Tell me what you think..
BPOV
Alice had left me some time ago. My teeth chattered and my body trembled from the pain, and I couldn't help but wonder how much a body could take before it just shut itself down.
God, I know you're not all about answering prayers but please. PLEASE just let me die...
Aw, now. That's enough of the pity-party. You know damn well the big man doesn't like begging.
And I'm not all that fond of my mouthy, self-absorbed slightly passive second personality, but we can't always get what we want.
Wow, easy Kudjo! Did you DECIDE to hop out of bed, jump on your period, and run me the fuck over or is the spite a natural ability?
Ugh.
I shifted my weight off of my wrists to keep the chained cuffs from digging into my skin any further. Not that I could really tell what hurt and what didn't; Alice had become quite fond of using her nails and teeth to pierce every inch of my skin.
I was currently nursing some serious burns on my midsection, where she had dripped melted plastic over my skin in a pattern of random constellations. She was thoughtful enough to at least make my torture beautiful when it scarred.
I chuckled
"What, may I ask, is funny?" Her child-like voice startled me from my inner musings. I cleared my throat.
"The thought of your head on a stake."
"That's not very nice, Bella! After all I've done for you, you should be ashamed." She scolded me with a shake of her finger.
"Yeah. I am, Alice. You're right." I barely got the last word out when a fairly unladylike snort slipped out and I was overcome with maniacal laughter. I had to prop myself against the wall to keep from sagging against my chains.
She stared at me incredulously; It was obvious her patience was wearing thin.
It made me laugh even harder, until tears streamed down my face. My stomach started to clench and it was getting hard to breath through my cackles.
Alice had enough. Her cold hand struck me acrossed my cheek with a crack, effectively silencing me.
I spit in her face and grinned devilishly at her, knowing I was sealing my own fate.
"Your family will rip you into millions of shiny pieces when they find who you REALLY are. And don't bother running, God'll find you wherever you go. Stupid barbie wannabe. I hope every piece of clothing you buy from now until you finally go to hell turns to ash before you get to wear it."
I think I caught her off guard, because all she could do was stare at me like I'd just pissed all over her mother's grave.
"You know, I considered ending you quickly because of our past. But now? I'm going to make you wish you were dead..." She sang at me, eyes glazed over.
"Too late bitch, I'm already fucking there!"
She grasped my throat harshly and slammed me up against the wall, my feet barely brushing the ground.
I gargled a protest and struggled against her marble flesh; I knew it would only take a flinch from her to break my neck.
Her teeth sank into my ribcage. I heard the scrape of my own bone and let out a muffled cry.
She trailed burning bites all the way down to my upper thighs, where I felt her tears a piece of flesh from my leg.
My eyes went blurry with tears, and grogginess set in. Warmth enveloped me and I silently thanked God.
Liquid trickled down my leg and dripped to the floor with a steady 'drip.. dripp...
It all went black.
MPOV
I could sense a very distressed set of emotions trailing from the well-house behind my former home. I looked towards the Captain and glared daggers at him as he nodded.
"No time to argue. She don't have long, Major..." His eyes were filled to the brim with worry, and I silently wondered exactly how much he knew about Isabella's future roll in our lives.
Instead of letting it get to me I charged toward the small door at the front of the building and let out a gutteral roar, knowin' Pete was on my heels.
His laughter carried over my head, and a gasp from within the well-house made me smile wickedly.
We crashed through the door and scanned the scene.
Alice stood holdin' a battered lookin' ragdoll who was covered with a nectar-like blood. I felt my nostrils flare in recognition.
"Oh Alice... you naughty little Pixie... you've made a mess, haven't you?" Peter's smooth voice made me shiver. He was nearly as deadly as I, and it showed.
Alice dropped Isabella's limp form and stepped back with a bowed head.
"Pete. Do me a favor, tend to Miss Isabella. My ex-wife needs to be taught a lesson..." I stepped towards the raven-haired girl in front of me; She dropped to her knees, overwhelmed by the emotions I'd thrown at her.
"Alice... You must be a crayon short of a full box. My mate? I mean... " I brushed a hand through my curly hair and sighed, shakin' my head at her. "Stupid. You must've known, and that's what boggles my mind. You knew, and didn't tell me."
I bent over and picked her up effortlessly by the hair, and leveled her eyes to mine.
"You knew, and made the conscious decision to hurt her. That has to be the dumbest thing you've ever fuckin' done." I brushed my fingertips along her high cheekbone. I sank my teeth into her neck and ripped a large section of flesh away from her body. She barely got a squeak out before my fingers pressed into the most special of places in her back, effectively breakin' her spine. She sputtered and collapsed into a heap.
"Hey. I believe Little One should be the one to dispose of her. It ain't right to take that away from her." Peter whispered from his spot nuzzled into Isabella's frame. I chuckled at the sight.
I kneeled down next to the girl he held in his arms lovin' like, and brushed the hair out of her face.
"I'm so sorry that I can't give you time to make this choice for yourself. But I promise you this, Little One. You'll get your chance to decide HER fate. And then? Then I'm going to take care of you for as long as you'll allow it." I kissed the corner of her mouth tenderly and sighed before lookin' to my brother.
"How'd you know?" He asked me quietly. I studied his face a moment before sittin' back on my bottom and settlin' back against the damp wall of the well.
"I've smelled her blood before, Pete. Her birthday party, when Eddie pushed her into the glass? I was goin' for HIM, not her. Wanted to rip his throat out for touchin' her. One thing lead to another, I guess I thought she'd be safer not knowin' the truth."
"You really are a pitiful fucker when you let Jasper rule you. She needs to know the truth, and more than that, she deserves it. So's you know, her first year is going to be..." His pause and the look on his face was clear enough: Fear.
