Chapter Six: Lies About Forever

Terror. Pure terror was running through my veins as the sound of crushed leaves and broken dried dirt crunch under my feet surround me.

Running as fast as I could to get away from them. Breathing fast, in short spurts, each breathe being just as painful as the one before it, and yet I continue to run. Myself perseverance stronger than self comfort.

I continue to run, the wind blowing to the side of me making me slightly lose some balance that I never had to begin with. On top of that, it's not like I can hide. The moon so bright on a dark night such as tonight.

Before I knew what has happened, I stumbled on a branch and tripped. Landing on my knees, before flawless but now spotted with pealing skin and blood. Torn up in cuts, I got up weaker than before but continued to run.

To think clearly, I was always a delusional child. Always thinking I was stronger, smarter, and more capable than what in reality I was.

I stopped at the edge of a cliff. Violent waves crashed and mashed against the ocean. One coming down on the other.

I contemplated, jumping off as attempt to suicide. What choice do I have? Die at my own hands or to another's. I'd rather be in control my demise as twisted a narcotic as it sounds.

Taking in my surroundings, once more I turned to see him.

How inconceivably twisted to make such a monster a glorious creature on the outside, but a hellish demon on the inside.

I had no words. My lips forming a silent O in horror as I stared at him.

From his bronze mane, down to his supple full lips that concealed teeth of mass destruction, to his long muscular body, harder than cement, stronger than steel. A subtle crown lay on top of his head, a symbol of control and power.

Catching me glance at it, he smiled. Not a happy go lucky smile, but the ones that often offer as a warning. Slow and cruel, the corners of the mouth twisting, two pointed fangs barely concealed with the tips covered in venom.

The worst of his silhouette if you asked me or anyone of his kind. Their eyes. Redder than rubies, hard and cruel, evil and dark. Eyes that watched more torture and killings of people and even their own kind.

Vampires.

Shaking unbearably, I couldn't bear to hold his gaze. Those eyes always seemed to have that effect on me.

"Why did you leave." Soft melodic velvet to my ears.

"I ... I ca- can't stay here. You can't make me! I'm not like you!" I screamed, going completely insane even to my own ears.

"That my dear, is where you're mistaken." He hissed.

My eyes widen at his obvious meaning.

"NO! I won't allow you to turn me into a monster!"

"IT'S TOO LATE! I don't have to turn you into anything, Isabella; you already are one of us whether or not you care to admit it." He roared. His voice thundering and echoing off into nothing, ringing in my ears.

"Tha- That's impossible." I stared at him. His eyes now sad, and sympathetic than over a second ago when they were full with rage.

I . . . couldn't even comprehend his words. They were so foreign to me, in my mind.

Without even giving it a second thought or even really thinking about it to begin with, I turned around once again facing the edge of the cliff. Already so closes that given two steps and I would be falling over the edge and into the wrath of Mother Nature.

So, I did. Taking the biggest steps, I felt myself falling, and then crashing in the waves with a back splinting way. The cold mix with the water was like needles all over my body. With no air under the water, I was in all retrospect drowning.

I didn't even fight back was the sad part, I think. Letting Mother Nature win by choking me to death was an honor in disguise.

My eyes flutter shut, my mind drifting unconscious.

This is it. I thought this is the last of my existence. –

Gasping, my eyes suddenly wide open with shock at my nightmare.

Had I really just dreamt of my death? Let alone some hidden intuition of my fate? Was it a dream or some form of futuristic reality? I have absolutely no-fucking- clue.

I sat up, trying to place where I was. Wondering why I wasn't in the hell of a dungeon that was sentenced to me. Instead, lying on a luxurious bed with silkily sheets and an open, nice, Victorian room.

Taking a glance around, I noticed that I was not alone. To my right on the far corner was Edward or more appropriately, Prince Edward as he referred to himself as when we last met.

I wonder if he's been there the whole time while I was sleeping. More importantly, how did I get here?

"What's going on?" I asked quite drowsily and quite confused, if I might add.

"I came to visit the dark eve of last, and I found you laying on the ground utterly unconscious in your own sick. I only assume it was something you ate. I'm quite offended I might say, I thought our food would be beneficiary to you." Edward answered with disappointment and concern.

How in the hell can he be disappointed in me? I thought bitterly. Just thinking about it, makes me angry. I'm already irritated, upset, and if anyone should be disappointed it just is ME. I'm the one being held against my will agai- against a vampire! Or according to him, the whole motherfucking race to make matters worse.

"You sound disappointed." I spat back at him.

"Well, I am." The ways he says it, so simply and matter of fact. Make it completely unbearable!

I guess he could catch on that was 'displeased' with him and his presence to put it quite bluntly.

"Oh, my love, don't look so upset. I only meant that considering whom you are, I only assumed that possibly engorging in our food would put out of this... state, to say the least."

"What are you talking about? By forcing me human flesh and blood, you somehow thought that I would become a cannibal over night and become one of you? Is that what you're saying? I can thoroughly agree upon you that I do not enjoy eating my own kind. I prefer human food. You know the kind humans eat because I'm human! Goddammit! Human." I shouted, ending my tirade with a huff and folding my arms across my chest.

Without even noticing I found myself in front of him, somehow while taking my frustration out I made a point to shout at his face. How completely, rash and sensible of me, not.

"Are you finished?" Edward asked looking quite unaffected and even had the gull to look bored.

I yell at him, and he has the audacity to look bored. I can't believe this man, err, vampire.

"Yes, I'm quite finished." My tone cold and distant.

Edward didn't seem to like that, it would seem. Since, he stood up, almost twice my height and lowered himself where he can stare into my eyes.

Something must have changed inside him, because before his eyes were distant and unscathing. Now, they were close and personal. I could see myself into his ruby, possibly evil eyes. The same eyes that old … what, exactly? I have no idea.

"You don't look finished." He stated, "In fact, you look like you want to say something. Go ahead, let it out?"

"What the fuck is your problem? Huh? What have I possibly have done to you in this or any past life to make you treat me like this? I don't know what I've done, but I don't deserve to be captive and held like a prisoner." I all but shouted at him. Patience has been lost, people.

"Huh?" Staring at me confused, his mouth twisting into a half smirk, half frown.

He continued, "My dear, you're asking an awful lot of questions that I'm not sure you want to hear the answers right now."

What did that mean? That I had possibly deserved all of this. Well, call me Shirley and send me away to the orphanage again.

I glared at him, and turned away. Staring at the bed once again, trying to piece the puzzle that is my life. I felt him move and walk up behind me, gently moving away my hair from my neck. His had just stayed there though, not gripping my neck but just holding it.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my pulse through my ears. No doubt if I can hear my own pulse, surely he can too.

I jumped a little when I felt his lips where his hand used to be. If I couldn't hear my own heartbeat or my breathing to be exact than I can absolutely hear it now. His lips slightly moving, until they reached right where my pulse was. Then, they just stood there.

For what seems like the longest time, his lips stayed there. His arms encircling my waste and pulling me towards him where my back rested on his front and my head lulled back to rest on the his shoulder.

I kept my eyes closed in fear. If I was going to die, I'd rather not expect anything less than darkness. Just thinking about dying makes me cringe from what I thought I experience from my nightmare.

I opened my eyes wide and tried to pull away.

Edward growled through his lips on my neck and pulled me back harder, his hold even tighter than before. I couldn't get a word in, except the mild gasp that escaped my lips when I felt his fangs dig in my neck and his tongue slowly licking away the blood that started dripping before he rested his lips over the bite and drank up. Like I was the best wine he ever tasted, like a thirsty man who's been stranded on a desert for months.

While he was drinking from me, I tried to distract myself by staring at the painting above the bed. It was beautifully painted of a woman whom eye were closed, her long lush eyelashes resting on her oval face. A serene, peaceful smile set on face as she sat on a throne both hands placed in her lap. I admired her formal dress attire, very beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful, I have to admit.

I shuddered as I felt him lick over the bite one final time before he pulled away. Although he didn't let me go, he continued to hold but he just rested his head on top of mine and let out a content sigh.

It would be a false statement if I said that I didn't enjoy his bite, to an extent it as pleasurable a durable buzz was currently overtaking my body and even my mind. It's just not too much enjoyable coming from the man who currently wants to hold you prisoner for no reason. Yes, quite the understatement.

After a couple minutes he let go of me. Only to turn me around in his grasp and stare at my face. Trying to take in every detail that he could about me, it seemed.

"I apologies, it would seem that I went about this all wrong. It was foolish of me think that you would awaken to such poor predicaments. From now on, I shall go about this a whole different way." Edward explained.

"Awaken? What are you talking about?"

"My love, isn't it obvious. Look at the portrait above, believe me the uncanny resemblance is no coincidence or sheer luck." He said.

I turned my head; once again looking at what I thought was a beautiful painting, but apparently a masked portrait. I looked more closely this time. Taking in the oval face, the dark brown hair, the long eyelashes, pink lips, stubborn jaw, fragile frame, and pale, flawless complexion. This beautiful woman couldn't possibly be what Edward was hinting at. She looked completely different!

Although, I have to say there were some similar traits such as the stubborn jaw, brown hair, and even the shape of the face resembled slightly as if I was staring at a broken mirror.

I stared at the portrait in shock, my whole body frozen in Edward's arms.

"You see it too? There is a reason, I have you hear, my darling, you are our Queen that needs to be awaken. Our savior we've been waiting for hundreds of years. You're here to keep our race out of the dark into a whole new light." He proclaimed violently.

I walked out of his arms and stared at him in utter disbelief. What the fuck was he on? I wonder does blood give you some sort of high. An alternate form of heroin that I didn't know about. As humorous as that sounds, his words were not in the least bit funny to me.

"Queen? I'm just a normal girl. I come from an average family, all my life I've been mediocre and average. Plus, I'm human if you had not forgotten. How the hell can I be some in dominant vampire royalty when I've lived a normal life all my life?" I asked.

"Oh, my Isabella, you are in fact our queen. Dormant hundreds of years and hidden, manipulated for even more than that. For you to subsequently come to us in our most dire need. Is just too ironic for words. Trust this love, you are the heir. Me? I am your most loving mate, or King by your side. After all my waiting you're finally here!"

Somehow, I couldn't wrap my mind around his words. None of his rubbish making the littlest bit of sense to me.

Feeling dizzy, I went and sat on the edge of the bed. Edward followed me, kneeling down in front of me. Taking both my small hands in his rather big ones, looking me in the eyes.

Right then, staring at him. His monstrous qualities, his split personality it would seem even more irritating, but right then looking into his ruby eyes pleading mine to believe him. For the slightest second, I almost did, believe him that is.

I glanced down, breaking our eye contact and stared at our hands instead. His were colder and harder than mine but somehow fit. All I know is that I am beyond confused.

All I knew is that as soon as I convince Edward that I'm not whoever he think I am, the sooner I can go back portraying my dreams and returning to my family, who I miss so desperately.

Looking back up at him, I stared in his eyes; mine must look much more stubborn and demanding. As I spoke only one word, not knowing the kind of mess I was about to involve myself in.

"Explain."

I just want to thank caithal97 for being such a patient and wonderful beta! & I would also like to thank all of you guys who've been reviewing each chapter with such kind words and great advice, I really appreciate!

I know that there's a lot of confusion in my last couple of chapters, no worries I plan on rewriting some kinks and such.

Also, if you're still confused that's okay! Everything should be answered in the next chapter.

Thanks for reading!

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