*STORY WARNINGS: LEMONS, SPANKING, AND RAPE.*
Every chapter I will give warnings about what happens in the chapter. So if you see in the warnings spank, lemons, or rape. And you don't want to read it then don't.
So simply don't like don't read.
Oh shit. Oh my god damn fucking shit.
This was bad. This was really really bad.
I stopped where I stood and didn't move an inch. Hoping that I can will this all away.
All the noises stopped. And for one tiny second I thought I actually succeeded. But that was short lived.
It wasn't a knock anymore, it was a killer pounding that shook the whole house, and I mean the whole house. The furniture was shaking, the pictures rattled on the walls, and objects fell to the floor. Whatever was pounding on the door was obviously not human.
My father ran into the hallway and stared at the door. I guess he was wishing everything would magically go away too. But it didn't.
A very deep and frightening voice yelled from the other side of the door. "Isabella Marie Swan, please exit the residence within the next sixty seconds or we will have to remove you by force."
I turned my head to look at the clock on the wall 11:03. Has it really only been two hours? My life ended just two hours ago?
My father looked at me and brought his finger to his lips and made a very low shushing sound. He was telling me to be quiet and I realized that if we were to speak, they would hear us.
He grabbed my hand and quickly pulled me through the living room into kitchen. The gun was in his other hand as he maneuvered me behind him when he reached for the back door's, door knob.
Before he reached the door it flew open and what I mean by that, is that it literally was thrown off the hinges resulting in wood chips flying everywhere.
I was knocked backwards as my father fell to the floor with the door on top of him.
I jumped down next to my father on the floor and I unsuccessfully tried to pull the door off of him. It was solid wood and very heavy, and truthfully I could never even push that door open let alone lift it.
There was a small puddle of blood growing under my dad's head probably from hitting it against the ugly mustard colored kitchen tile. I tried to reach to help him but he grabbed my wrist with his hand.
"Bella" He looked into my eyes and said one word, one word with so much aggression I knew not to argue. "Run." Then he passed out.
I didn't want to, I loved my father more than anything. He was telling me to run. I wasn't going to leave but as I looked up to see a pair of unfamiliar red eyes in the doorway, I remembered something. I remembered what I heard on the news countless of times and I froze. How could I forget?
Ever since the vampires started claiming mates there were some who ran, some like me. A vampire would not stop until they have their mate. Anyone who got in their way would be massacred. It's happened to parents, grandparents, siblings, boyfriends, and even strangers that tried to help them. The vampires say they can't help it, so it's considered legal, for some weird sick reason. That wasn't going to happen to my father, I would not let him die because of me
I glanced at my father and saw that his injuries weren't that bad, yet. So I gave him a kiss on the head and grabbed his gun. I've shot a gun before, only in a gun range though, and I had a feeling shooting a moving target would be alot different.
I slowly stood while still looking at the gun. I was about to run but remembered that there was a vampire standing in the doorway. So I turned and pointed the gun at him. If it would actually harm him or not was a good question, but I really hope it will.
The vampire's expression went from serious to wide eyed and freaked out. The reaction gave me a little courage, just a little. It gave me a chance to get a good look at him too; his skin was black but still somehow pale, he had long dark dreadlocks, and red eyes, red eyes that looked crazed but civil.
"You must be Isabella." He spoke.
"Must I?" I glared and surprisingly kept the gun pointed straight at his chest, even with my hands shaking uncontrollably.
He gave out a small laugh "Feisty I see. He will enjoy that."
"Go to hell." I hissed and tried to slow my hands.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way."
"Or you can get out of my house." I cocked my head to the side.
"Isabella, please come with me." He jested toward me.
I wasn't getting out the back door and he wasn't going to let me leave without a fight, so I put my finger on the trigger and shot.
He let out a scream and fell to the floor. I ran.
"Get her." The vampire yelled from behind me.
I rushed through the kitchen into the living room toward the front door. That door now was kicked off the hinges as well and another red eyed vampire stood in that doorway.
I turned to go up the stairs but a very very cold hand grabbed my ankle and I fell face first onto the stairs.
Blood started to drip out of my nose and I felt a bruise forming on my knee, and it hurt like hell. But the gun was laying a step in front of me and I hoped that I could shoot him just like I shot the other one. I almost reached the gun but I was suddenly flipped over on the stairs and I came face to face with a vampire for the second time tonight.
This vampire was very different than the other one, freakishly pale with light blonde hair wrapped in a ponytail. His red eyes though showed pure heartlessness, pure craze. What I've always expected in a vampire.
I screamed bloody murder and I tried to kick him away, but he was too strong. So I screamed and I thrashed and I screamed and I thrashed.
Bruises started to form quickly but I didn't care. I heard the muted sound of the vampire yelling over his shoulder as I screamed.
He let out a huff and picked me up bridal style and walked towards the door, but I grabbed the railing, causing him to let go of me in surprise and I dropped to the floor.
"You fucking dropped her!" Someone yelled.
"It was a goddamn accident." The blonde vampire yelled.
"Don't yell at me James. You aren't the one that just got shot."
So blonde vampire's name is James. Wait a second. I turned towards the other man and what I saw was the same black vampire but this time he was covered in blood. I saw a distinctive rip in his shirt but there was no longer any wound.
Something else they kept from us; they can be shot, but they heal, and heal freakishly fast.
"Laurent just come over here and help me." James said.
Taking a quick chance I flung myself up and ran towards the door, but one of them grabbed me and so I started to thrash again. Kicking at any body part I could, hurting me more than anything else.
"Goddammit! Not this again. Laurent go and get Stephen." James growled while pulling me towards the living room couch.
He layed me down on the couch and held my arms down by my sides while he stood over. I kept trying to get free but I was continually unsuccessful.
A man came into the living room carrying a small black leather bag. Right behind him was Laurant.
The man stood above me before kneeling and calmly said "Isabella I'm Doctor Kingsley and I'm here to help you."
I stopped moving and calmed but when I got a good look at this Doctor Kingsley, I saw that he had big brown eyes, darker than mine, but something wasn't quite right. He was pale way too pale for a human. Then it clicked, he was a mated vampire.
Hoping to get away I started to sit up on the couch. James just pushed me down again, I started to fight his strength with as much strength as I could muster at the moment.
"Laurent, James restrain her." Spoke Doctor Kingsley.
Laurent grabbed my legs and James pinned one arm above my head and the right one straight down next to me.
Screams could be heard for miles, all the screams were mine.
I watched as Doctor Kingsley unzipped his bag and reached in. What he pulled out made me scream louder. A very large and a very pointy syringe.
Doctor Kingsley held my arm still and said to me, "Isabella you are going to feel a little pinch then it will all be over. I promise you."
"Nooo" I screamed but it was too late. I felt the pinch and then I was out.