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Edward didn't speak to me the entire journey to his house. I was sat in the taxi, my face ashen, and stomach shaking due to fear. What was he going to do to me? It couldn't get much worse could it? The taxi was slowly slightly and the hairs on the back of my neck rose. The taxi jolted to a sudden stop. Edward leant forwards and paid the driver with a smooth hand movement. He nodded to the man and opened the door on his side and got out. I noticed that the clock only read 2.00AM. I thought it was later than that. Hmm. I took off my stupid shoes earlier; my ankles had enough torture for the evening. I picked them off the floor and held them tight in my fist.

Edward opened the door on my side and grabbed my wrist. I stepped out of the car, being half dragged by him. The floor was hard concrete under my nylon covered feet, I shivered.

"I can walk!" I insisted, trying to shake off his arm.

He laughed sarcastically and didn't let go of my wrist. It was pitch black out here; all I could see was his pale, almost glowing skin. I shook his hand off, stumbling in the dark. He turned quickly. I threw my shoes towards him and took off behind me, into the darkness. He wouldn't be able to see me! I smiled to myself, hair flowing wildly behind me. The concrete was flying under my legs; I was faster than I thought.

But I never anticipated Edwards's vampire speed. Even slightly tipsy he could run faster than any car. Faster than anything. I felt a body slam into my back and I smacked into the hard ground, hard. I felt the skin on my knees and elbows rip and the opaque tights were shredded.

I screamed, but he pulled me underneath him and flipped my body over so I was facing him. His glare was intense, his snarling was furious and he was utterly beautiful.

"Bella! You keep fucking trying me!" he roared, one of his hands gripped my throat tightly.

I raked in the air. Major déjà vu. "May as well t-try. It's not like I wasn't in trouble alr-ready!" I wheezed.

Edward scowled and released my throat. He stood up and pulled my up by the roots of my hair. I yelped, but had gotten used to his manhandling. He pushed me forwards and I stumbled forwards slowly. He had hold of my wrist and was pulling me faster into the darkness. I was trying my hardest to resist, pulling and twisting to get him off. He growled and suddenly I found myself whirling in the air, being tossed over his shoulder.

"Ahh! Put me down!" I shouted, kicking my legs.

"If you keep acting like a child Bella, I will treat you like a child. And I will punish you like a child," he replied, just holding my legs even tighter. I sighed and flopped over his shoulder. We were walking into the darkness and I had not a clue where he was taking me, or how he could see.

I looked up and saw lights flickering either side of us. They carried on for ages, lighting up the whole driveway. I realised he had been walking very fast and the entrance, where I had fallen was now very far away, with closed gates over shielding me from the outside world.

Surrounding us was green countryside, fenced in by a huge wire mesh. Trapped.

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I was dropped down on a doorstep. I couldn't see the house around the door because a large white porch sheltered us from the darkness surrounding us. The door was absolutely massive, about twice the height of me, large, black and shiny with a golden (I assumed it was solid gold) doorknocker shaped like a lions head.

Edward clicked five times on a small metal keypad on the door and it swung open with a loud bang. The lights were already flickering on as the door open and Edward pushed me inside. The house was beautiful inside. Large marble steps flanked either side of the huge entrance hall meeting in an elegant curve at the top, which had another wooden door, presumably leading to another hallway. To my right was a large sitting room, with plush black sofas and chairs dotted around a low, shiny mahogany table. The walls were a soft cream colour while the carpet was blood red. Ironic.

To my left was a dining room, with a long, again mahogany, dinner table that could seat about 20 people, 10 on either side. I noticed that the walls were very simple in both rooms, with no pictures or paintings in either.

To the second arch on my left was a finely furnished kitchen, all stainless steel and greys, with splashes of red that seemed to match the scheme of the house. A large fridge was the main thing I could see on my way past. The kitchen wasn't as big as the other two rooms, but it was still huge.

I love the feeling of this carpet, much nicer than that horrible gravel outside.

"Get in Bella," Edward stated, sharply. I walked in marvelling in the glamour of this house.

"This is….amazing," I said, putting my stupid shoes down on the floor.

"Thank you," he said, pushing more forwards. Under the arch of the two stairs were some wooden double doors. Damn, this man liked mahogany. "It's a shame you won't be here to marvel it."

"What?" I asked, confused.

Edward opened the double doors and pushed me inside, quickly shutting the doors after him. I looked back at him, scared.

"Turn around Bella. I'm sure together we can cure you of your childish behaviour and indiscretions," Edward hissed, voice cool.

I turned my head around to look at the room. It was a reasonable size, mostly dark with lots of tiny lights everywhere, facing the centre of the room. But what was in the room was what caught my attention most. There was a large wooden desk, with a row of implements cast over it. I walked up to the table and ran my fingers over the items. There were scary looking whips, metal handcuffs, strips of cloth piled on top of one another, various creams and liquids, tons of elastic bands, rolls and rolls of black gaffa tape and a couple of brutal looking knives at the end.

I felt a hand slide around my hips and rest on my hipbone.

"Mmm, Bella, you smell so good. But you're so bad," he said, his voice on my ear, breath cold.

"What is this place?" I stammered, fear apparent in my voice.

His fingers curled upwards, pulling the short hem of my black dress up. I realised my tights were ripped beyond belief and virtually the only thing left of them was the elastic waistband. His hand slid inside my underwear and ran over my center, causing a shiver to run up my spine.

"This is my play room Bella," he whispered. His hand disappeared and I felt him shoot from behind me. In a flash he was on the other side of the table. He cleared the centre of the table in a flash and moved the objects to the sides. Less than a second after, he was back behind me, shoving my back down, forcing my front onto the wooden table. He was so fast I had no time to react. I yelped as my head twisted to my right. His chest was leant over me, trapping me in place, so all I could do was kick my legs into his, desperate to get free.

Edwards's action was so fast that it was a blur to my human eyes. He taped my wrists in front of me, so my torso was laid over the table, my backside tipped precariously in the air. I couldn't move! He could do anything to me in this position and I couldn't flipping move! I wrenched my hands, trying to get free, all in vain. His hands ripped my dress up over my hips and tore the rest of my tights away.

"Let me go!" I shouted. "I'll be good, I'll be good!"

"Sorry Isabella, I warned you before and you ignored me," he hissed, leaning forwards to whisper his threat in my ear. I felt the cold sharp point of one of the knives press against my back. "I am going to make you beg for forgiveness, darling. Who do you want to fuck first? Me, or the knife?"

"Please, Edward! Have a little mercy, please; I didn't mean to embarrass you! I promise you that I will never do anything to annoy you again! Please," I began sobbing. I couldn't take any more pain, any more from him. I shut my eyes tightly and tears began to roll down my face and splatter on the table. I began crying, my chant being skewed by my wracking sobs, "I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good…"

Silence, apart from my constant breathing of "I'll be good."

His chest lifted from my back and I felt a hand slowly rubbing my back, in small circles. The tape from my wrists was suddenly gone and a gentle hand pulled my shoulder from the table. My chest was heaving and I could barely breath from the convulsions in my lungs. My eyes were still shut, leaking tears.

Arms picked up my body and my feet were lifted from the floor. A gust of wind. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the black sofas in the arms of Edward.

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EPOV (Edwards Point of View)

Urgh. I'm a disgusting creature sometimes.

She was right there, underneath my arms just waiting to be punished. And I was totally ready to make her bleed and fuck her until she was near dead. But how could I?

Really?

Her poor crippled frame already had bruises and cuts all over it from when I had last assaulted her, and all the times before. I would never let a filthy knife touch her skin, which was a joke. Her beautiful skin was tainted. Tainted by me.

I had been watching her.

She had arrived in Forks months ago and oh, how she smelt. Her blood really made me boil made my mind go wild. I wanted her blood, wanted it smothered over my face, dripping from my teeth. But I began to watch her, from her window and realise how innocent and angelic she was.

And beautiful.

She was the most beautiful human I had ever seen. Her pale skin, her brown eyes and her lustrous chocolate hair. After watching her for so long I had grown used to her mouth watering scent and it barely affected me as much. God how I wanted her. I told Alice and Emmett I wanted her for my birthday.

Now, I finally had her. And all I could think of was to hurt her? I must be the sickest twisted sadist in the whole fucking world.

But here she was now, with me, sobbing her beating heart out because of me. Her form was tiny, her dress was torn and dirty and she fitted perfectly into my arms. She was so defiant when we met, but I had beaten her down, made her cry for mercy.

But….I wasn't happy. This isn't what I wanted. I held her tighter in my cold arms and hugged her weeping form.

My weeping angel.

Oh, how I wanted her.

Oh, how I wanted to hurt her.

Oh, how I wanted her to love me.

I couldn't tell her. I would keep up this charade until she wanted me. But for tonight I will be kind. Tonight she will fall asleep in safety and there will be peace.

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I felt his arms hold me tighter and I heaved out another set of sobs. My chest was aching from the rapid breathing I was doing. His cold hand wiped the tears from my eyes and cleaned the trails of mascara from my face.

"No more tears Ophelia," I heard him whisper. Hamlet?

"For you have had too much water already," I ended the line, through my tears, which were calming down now.

Edward smiled his glorious crooked smile and I smiled weakly back at him. He lifted me up again and began walking out into the entrance hall. I shivered as I saw the doors to the 'playroom' had been shut. If I was ever in there again….I dread to think.

Edward carried me up the stairs and through the doors at the top. I was still heaving sobs up, but I'm sure I could have walked. But I didn't feel like defying him right now. Funny that.

Through the doors was another hallway that had five doors leading off. Edward dropped my lightly to my feet and gestured to each of the doors.

"This is my room, my bathroom and my study. Please refrain from going in any of these unless I ask. These two are your room and your bathroom."

He opened the first door and I gasped as I saw the grandeur of my accommodation. The bed was in the middle of the room, on a raised podium. It was white bedding, surrounded by gossamer, shimmery netting that hung from the ceiling. It reminded me of a princess's bed from my old fairytale books. The carpet was cream coloured, as were the walls. One of the walls was entirely made of glass and I could see through to the countryside outside. It was dark now, so I couldn't see much apart from the lights that spiralled to the end of the long driveway.

There was an ivory coloured dressing table covered with perfumes and cosmetics and a large silver hairbrush. A hairdryer and a pair of straighteners lay in a wicker basket by the table.

Along another wall was five bookshelves crammed full of classics, each of them alphabetized into order. I ran my fingers along the golden spines and smiled.

Wuthering Heights.

A white desk and white chair was on the other side of the room. It held a draw full of paper, lined and plain and another full of stationary, everything I would ever need.

There was an oak wardrobe containing high fashion and designer clothes by the dresser and a chest of drawers containing underwear and accessories. I blushed as I saw all the underwear was the right size.

This room was so white, so pure.

I turned round after exploring to see Edward peering expectantly at me. "Thank you so much Edward."

"You're welcome Bella." He replied, smiling. "Get a shower, then get some rest. I'll talk through everything about our home tomorrow."

I nodded, feeling tired already. Edward moved closer and took one of my hands in his, rubbing his thumb over my fingers gently.

"And I'm sorry Bella. I…only meant to scare you. Just, please, comply with my wishes and you shall find I comply with some of yours," he said, gently.

"Thank you Edward. And I'm sorry I irritated you. I'm still a little shocked at the whole situation."

"I'm sure that you'll learn to love me eventually," he replied. "Goodnight Bella."

"Goodnight Edward."

He turned around and walked out of the room, a big smile on his face.

LOVE?!

I walked through the door to my bathroom, marvelling in the sheer size of it all. Even the shower was massive. As the hot water washed away the dirt of the day my mind was whirling over his words.

LOVE?!

Did he mean it? He was sorry after all. Maybe I would love him. At the moment however I just wanted to keep alive, with all my blood still in my veins. I can hardly wait till its time for him to feed again. Maybe he'll go crazy and eat me instead.

Great.