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So without further adieu… this is
An Angel In Hell
Chapter 4
To watch love grow takes the patience it does to watch a flower bloom.
Bella's POV
My new clothes felt too tight as Teresa, the female vampire who Aro had assigned to helping me get used to my new body and supply me with what I needed, tied a tight bow right underneath my breasts that had grown considerably through the change. She smiled at me as I looked into the mirror and at my appearance. My snow white skin had a certain glow to it, my eyes still a disturbing red shown from underneath dark and thick eyelashes, my already full lips looked even more pout like, now a darker pink.
I turned to the side admiring my very slim waist and new curves. The floor length light pink dress I was wearing covered my legs but the gentle outline of my hips was visible through the thin layers. The low V-neck front line layered over my maroon petticoat that covered my pale skin all the way to my neck line where it frayed into lace flowers.
There was no doubt that I was attractive but the red glow of my eyes seemed to bring my back to reality, mocking my lack of restraint and my nature. It reminded me of what I had become, what I had done. Taken the life of an innocent boy, a child, a son, a brother, someone's true love. His face flashed in my mind consuming my body in self despair again. He had a future, and a family, a human life, everything that had been taken from me I had destroyed for him also, something I vow to never do again.
When the scene played in my mind I would coward away from that part of me. The part of me that took over the moment the delicious aroma of his pulsing life source filled the dead air around me. Me senses took over and the next thing I knew I was standing in front of his corpse feeling his warm blood spread through me.
Carlisle assured me that all newborns couldn't help it. It was my nature I was fighting against, if I was to adopt his feeding habits I would have to be positive I wanted it, to struggle for it. Of course I did, I didn't want to hurt people, I didn't want to be a monster.
"Isabella, Carlisle says the coach is waiting outside." Teresa said putting a hand on my shoulder waking me from my thoughts. I nodded once and placed my feathered hat that was embroidered with pearls and laced daisies atop my chocolate curls that had been pinned on top of my head. Tying it underneath my chin with the silk ribbon I glanced in the mirror once more and took Teresa's elbow letting her lead me out of the castle.
I waved to a few of the Volturi I had met that I passed in the corridor and shied away from a few of the males as they reached a hand out to retrieve mine and most likely kiss it, holding onto it for a few extra moments. Finally I saw the lobby in which the main entrance into the street was located. I could smell the clean air from outside as we stepped lithely into the street.
The dark of the desolate night filled in around me as we hurried to the carriage. I kept my free hand over my mouth and nose even though I didn't need to breathe so holding my hand there wasn't necessary; old habits die hard I guess. As I stepped into the coach, Carlisle and a few faces of the Volturi were present.
Aro had arranged transportation all the way to the port in New Jersey from where we would meet one of Carlisle's acquaintances who would meet us and travel with us to Chicago. A private boat was also arranged. I could not even ponder how much lira ((A/N: Italian currency until 1999)) that cost him. When I asked why, he said I was merely an interest of safety for someone whom needs protecting.
The ride to the boat was silent, made even quieter by the ominous darkness which my eyes could now pierce through. Only once did we pass a human, I held my breath and when my senses started the take over again, Felix and Warren, the two guards Aro sent with us held me down as Carlisle repeated in my ears calming words telling me about the fictional life of the man.
I knew I would sob every time this would happen but it was easier knowing I didn't have tears flowing freely from my blood colored eyes. Teresa hugged me to her chest as I cried into her shoulder.
The boat we reached was gorgeous even in the darkness. A dark chestnut wood was carved into elaborate railings and beautiful cabins that sat on top of the floating masterpiece. I could not tear my eyes away from the enormous white sails and gold leaf embroidery that made the masts shimmer.
Carlisle talked animatedly with the other vampires around the boat that I guessed was the crew. It was all too much to handle, I was beyond over whelmed when I stepped onto the ramp that lead to the boat's deck. My legs gave out from under me and I collapsed back onto the graveled street, people surrounded me shouting in different languages and trying to prod me out of my oblivion, I thanked the lord they were all vampires, their smells dulled yet even sweeter to my senses, no temptation.
The only voice I could make out was Carlisle's, calmly calling my name into my ear amongst the rest of the voices. I tried to find my voice to tell him I was alright but I couldn't place sound. My eyes flew open as a sweet scent of flowers and warm honey filled my nostrils. I jumped to my feet ripping the delicate hem of my dress.
Sour venom filled my mouth, pooling in the back of my burning throat. Her blood was the only thought in my mind, the thought of her warm crimson running down and soothing my raw throat, the memory of how fulfilling the last time was.
I felt my stance contract into one that resembled a feline's hunting posture. Everything blurred except the walking frame of the source of the amazing smell. I felt strong arms grasping my arms but I lunged towards the girl none the less. No sound was present in the world I was in. Only the human who was mocking me with every one of her small steps.
I ricocheted back against a stone body and thrashed wildly, trying to get out of his grasp. Suddenly I began moving away from the girl who was now looking at me with wide eyes and was running in the opposite direction, looking back at me frantically every few steps, making sure I wasn't following her. I opened my mouth and snapped at the now three figures holding me, pulling me onto the boat.
As the girl got farther and farther away, my world came back into focus. I could hear frantic voices yelling to get someone on the boat, to not release her. I realized they were talking about me and embarrassed, I tried to clear my head further. Slowly I made out faces and connected their voices with them.
I saw Carlisle talking to one of the guards a few feet away, both eyes locked on me. Teresa and Felix were a little ahead of me and my three captors moving people out of the way as we moved towards the front most cabin.
I slumped over in one of the guards arms who in response lifted me and cradled me to his broad chest.
When I looked down my dress was torn at the hem and again right across my waist exposing my blank white skin that covered my stomach, probably from trying to get out of reach of the men holding me. I brought my arm over and tried to cover the dishonorable show of skin. I was incredibly embarrassed, I knew if I still had the ability, my cheeks would be bright red.
As we reached the room, the gentleman set me on my feet. When I turned around to thank him he was staring directly at me. "Th- thank you, sir" I said stumbling over my words. He only nodded and turned to walk out of the room. I hurriedly tried to gather material and bunch it over the rip.
I turned my eyes back into the room and to Carlisle. I hung my head in blatant shame. "I'm so sorry Carlisle, I-"
His soothing voice cut me off. "Isabella, honestly, tis' fine. Never apologize for that." I nodded my head and could feel a sob rise in my throat. I deliberately pushed it back down looking about the room.
It was greatly furnished with expensive chairs and sofas, as well as a chestnut dining table and a cabinet that held bottles and bottles of the darkest red wines I had ever seen. Carlisle motioned for me to sit which I did on a floral printed reading chair next to a stack of Shakespeare play books.
Carlisle was again engaged in conversation this time about the trip's length. I heard something about a month and some odd days, with the new engine.
I got a little stir crazy after a few minutes flipping through the crisp pages of Elizabethan language and plot lines. I set the book back down and stood up looking about the room for something to do. I spotted a sewing basket in the corner and messily mended my dress while I was still wearing it making a mental note to make sure I fixed the stitching when I had more patience.
I nodded at the five men gathered in the room dismissing myself and walked out onto the deck to be very surprised we were already around a mile away from shore. People bustled about the deck pulling on things here or turning something there. I spotted Teresa across the floor on a perch by the captain's chambers.
I walked carefully towards her and almost fell a couple of times as the boat turned.
"Isabella! Over here!" Teresa yelled laughing. I smiled up at her and walked up the short stairs to where she was standing with a man I had never seen.
He was extraordinarily handsome, other than his glowing crimson irises. He had a strong chin line dusted with a very close shave I knew he never had to tend to, considering our hair never grew. Chestnut brown hair was cut short on top of his head. I could see very defined muscles underneath his perfectly ironed white captain's jacket, his smooth pale hands delicately held one of Teresa's folding them into his grasp.
"Isabella!" she exclaimed again gently taking her hands away from his to come over and link our elbows leading me over to meet the captain. I couldn't help but share some of her incredible giddiness, and smile bigger than I had in days. By the time we reached him we were both laughing hysterically over absolutely nothing.
"Tesa, introduce me to your delightful friend," the man said looking over me making me feel a little nervous. "Tesa?"
"Of course, of course!" Teresa laughed. "Isabella Swan, this is our captain and my lovely husband, Mister Weslie Versauwer," I looked back and forth from one to the other for moments. Husband?
"Very nice to meet you Isabella," Weslie says taking my hand and kissing the back of it lightly. I forced a smile onto my face again agreeing with him and kissing both sides of Teresa's face saying I had to go talk to Carlisle, which was indeed a lie.
I walked toward the cabins and wound my way through halls going down a flight of stairs until I found an elegant dining room. A grand piano sat in the corner seeming to create music even without someone behind it. I walked over to it and ran my fingers over the keys gently pressing the highest notes.
Looking back around the dining room, I was amazed at the amount of money it all would have taken. The room was as big as a normal lower floor of a decent house adorned in gold encrusted chairs and tables that had white table cloths and gorgeous china on top of their surface.
I pulled a chair out and plopped onto it. Covering my face with my hands, I started crying again. It seemed all I did every day now. How could I ever accept all of this. An almost incomprehensible craving for human blood, a new life, a new future I had no control over, a past I couldn't remember, I had nothing any more. This world took it from me, took it from everyone of us that are destined for this fate. How can Teresa and Weslie love, when they had nothing left? How could they be married when she looks no older than I do? How could they be together and be happy when their worlds collapsed in front of them?
Despair and depression filled me as I sat alone in the huge room. I'm going to Chicago, I thought to myself, able to crack a sarcastic smile, great.
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