I apologize. The life I live is tiresome and creativity draining. I had a burst of inspiration to keep writing.
I do not own twilight.
Bella's POV
It wasn't a really noticeable change but my whole life I've just been able to know things. To feel things. Small changes in the atmosphere are the type of thing that my body is just aware of. And tonight was no different. I was delivering a Sex on the Beach drink when I felt it. The hairs on my arm stood up and I looked around the room trying to detect why I felt threatened. Something didn't feel right.
Not finding what it was I continue on with work.
"Bella, what did I tell you about giving that stare to the guests. I got a complaint that you were being unseemly. You need to learn your place. Get over your virgin tendencies and flirt back. Don't be a bitch and I'm telling you I better not get another complaint against you." Jessica, my manager, hisses at me before stomping away in her man eating high-heels.
I sigh and place my head down as I walk to the bar. In the back ground you can hear people trying to talk over the loud music playing over the speakers. The flickering lights dance around the room giving the building a certain feeling of energy. Combine all of this energy with alcohol and you get the jackasses of the world who like to snatch you while your walking by a table.
Again I get the drinks that I'm delivering and walk toward the the tables. I carefully hold my tray and dodge people as I do my rounds. I'm walking around making sure all my customers are taken care of. Then all of a sudden I get a bad feeling as I walk swiftly past a table that contains a group of rowdy men.
My breath leaves me as I'm pulled down into someone's lap. They grip my breast and with their other arm hold me at the waist. "You better be nice little one or I'm gonna get you fired." I gasp and start to hyperventilate as I struggle with him. He slides his hands up my skirt and grips my thigh. I head butt him and scramble out of his lap. I whip around and look at him. I stumble back as he glares at me. He shakes his finger at me and mumbles something that I can't understand because of all the blood flowing from his nose. I panic and dash away from him.
I run into the storage room and breathe heavily wiping my hands over my hair and back. My chest heaves I start to think. Okay, Bella. Calm down. She can't fire you for defending yourself. Who am I kidding? Yes she can.
Shit! I'm gonna loose my job. Why can't I just be like all those other sluts and be okay with being groped? All the other waitresses are fine when they get groped! No! This is not my fault. Just because I'm not a whore doesn't mean I'm a prude nor does it mean that I'm a tease. I am my own person and who gives a shit what they say. If Jessica fires me, so what.
Well, I guess I better face the music. I slick my hair back with my hands and breathe deep.
I am women, hear me roar.
Unknown POV
"Do you have everything ready?"
"Yes, brother."
"Good. Everyone has their masks? And their weapons?"
A chorus yes's and uh huh's ring out.
"Good, then everyone is clear. We go in, cause some damage, kill a lot of people and kidnap several people. This will cover up our true motive. Remember, find the girl. You see her knock her our right away. We will not tolerate a mess up. If we mess up, we all die. He will kill us and our families. Our motive is our lives. We have nothing to loose besides that. So, let's do this."
Everyone gathers their things and sets out to the vehicles.
Caius POV
The air feels tense. Almost like a battle on the horizon. My guard is heading the club they are so hyped up about. It will be a good time for me to find a willing body to supply me with satisfaction. I take no great pleasure in giving of my self to women, it is just a need. I prefer it to using my hand, that stuff gets old quick.
"Master, we are close."
"Okay."