Chapter 7
Dreaming
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Bella's Point Of View:
I watched him go, as quick as lightning. I'd have to get used to that soon enough, I thought.
Walking back to the bed, I sat on and curled into a ball. And then I thought. I really thought. At first I'd been too overwhelmed by everything to think rationally. But now the anger had faded away and I was able to gather my scattered thoughts and think rationally. All I had been told, all I had been subjected to, it was finally occurring to me. I wasn't sure if that knowledge did me any good. It sickened me to know that I was in the hands of such red eyed monsters.
About him, though, I was absolutely sure. He wouldn't harm me, ever... I could see it all in his eyes: the sincerity and the grim understanding of the situation as he looked at me. The goodness that shone out of him was almost astonishing. How could he remain like that even when living among these monsters, the others of his kind..? Ididn't know. He was a prince for heaven's sake. Why didn't he just leave them? I didn't know that either, but maybe he was more deeply tied down than I'd realized.
The hope of getting out of this place hadn't actually died away. But I'd become a little more resigned. I couldn't be sure about my future until I talked to him again. I needed to get more information about this place before I could plan my escape. There were many things I needed to ask him. But more important than any of those things, was the fact that I ought to have a little control over myself around him, if only that warm and dizzying feeling would go away every time he was around. It was an unusual one, one I hadn't ever felt before. Oh, whatever…, I shook my head. My head ached from thinking so much. I didn't want to mull over anything anymore. Well, not for now. So I simply laid my head on the pillow and, still curled in a ball, fell asleep.
I woke up the next day and looked around, finding myself completely alone. Gianna had come, of course, to keep me fed and watered. I tried to talk to her, to get more information out of her but she wouldn't open her lips. Also, she was never alone, always accompanied d by some other vampire. I wondered if she was as trapped a s I was, so much that she was always guarded by a vampire who monitored her every move. I had to talk to Edward about that too, only he would…
But where was he? He was gone yesterday night to God knows where? And I was lonely, feeling solely and completely trapped. Bella, you are prisoner, I reminded myself
There wasn't much to do in the room, except gazing out of the unbreakable glass wall. I could observe the fascinating beauty of Volterra's landscape, I could see the golden sunlight illuminating the mountain peaks… but that was it, nothing more was possible… I couldn't feelthe sunlight soaking through my pores, thinking of that reminded me of the days when me and my mother would lay for hours in the sunlight f phoenix. My family would be missing me so much… My mother would be frantic. My father would use all his authority and connections in the police departments to try to find me. I smiled sadly. "It's of no use , Dad", I'd say to him, "you can't fight the supernatural."
I wiped the tears that had leaked out of my eyes, reminding myself to be strong I walked around in the room. It had been cleaned up mysteriously the morning I woke up. I hoped it was Gianna. I didn't want any vampire to be in the same room as me. Edward, of course was an exception. I smiled involuntarily at the thought and then froze as I felt a warm, tender feeling warming my body. Why the hell did my heart try to come out of my chest whenever I thought of him? I thought a little angrily. I behaved completely differently around him. No other boy ever had such an effect on him. Maybe, that was the reason I never had a boyfriend.
I sighed and ran a hand over the books stacked up neatly on the bookshelf. Some of them were in languages I didn't know, but a few were in English. Classics, I realized. And my heart leaped with joy as I saw a familiar title among them "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte ., my favorite novel… I hurriedly took it out and was just about to walk away to the bed when my eyes caught something on the shelf… it was a small picture, the only photo, I realized- the rest of them were paintings consisting of sceneries…the main subject wasn't people. But this one was definitely a black and white photo. It consisted of two people, one of them looked familiar. I stood on my toes and tried to take it off. Successful in my objective, I took the novel and photo with me and sat on the bed. Looking at the photo closely, I realized that one of the people was him. The other man was a grown up, probably on his late twenties. They were both dressed in clothing of mid-twentieth century, or so I thought, as I'd only seen some movies based on that era or read books. They were clasping hands and smiling at the camera. Their posture resembled that of a father and a son. But their facial features didn't resemble at all-they were very different. I narrowed my eyes ad looked more closely, trying to make out the background but it wasn't very clear. Of course, the cameras weren't very advanced in those days.. I thought absent mindedly while tracing the engraved ivory frame which encased the ancient photo. But how ancient was it? How ancient was he? If he was very, very old, that'd explain the reason he didn't go around hunting down humans. Perhaps, the older you were the more self control you had. But that's just a theory, I thought as I put the photo on bedside table and then I started to read. As I read, I felt more and more relaxed. There was something familiar and comforting in those words. I lost my anxiety, my worries, even just for a while. After reading half of the book, I fell asleep.
Three more days passed like this… there was no sign of him. And I was feeling more and more miserable., trapped. Having read almost all the books in English, I had turned to the CDs. They consisted of classics too. I found myself listening to Clair De Lune again and again. It reminded me of the times when my Mom would play it. My heart ached as I thought how much I'd left behind. I'd to stay away for my parents for a long tome… But not forever, I thought , suddenly finding a new spark of determination inside me. I moved onto some other CDs and found myself listening to the most beautiful piano music I'd ever heard. I wondered who had composed it.
I looked down at myself and sighed. I hadn't changed my clothes for days. I was still wearing the same jeans and t-shirt I'd worn on the day I'd been kidnapped. Recalling what Gianna had told me, I went to the huge white bathroom and saw the great wooden wardrobe. I opened it and saw a wide assortment of clothes, most were casual… jeans and shirts, some consisted of underwear and dresses. I wondered why I'd need those. But all of them had a trace of gold in them. There were a lot of other items of a girl's necessities. I looked around and noticed that there were his clothes too, hanging on the other side of the large wardrobe. Most were golden robes, like the ones I'd seen him wearing the first time I saw him. Some were casual too, but of course, always with a trace of gold in them.
I selected a pair of comfy shorts and a white-gold T-shirt for myself, ignoring the lacy nightgowns. I wasn't used to wearing those. Holding them in one hand, I went to the large bath tub. I decided to take a long, hot bath that'd help me calm my nerves. If things continued the way they did, I'd probably go insane. And I was planning on preventing that as long as possible.
That night, the sound of a door being slammed open woke me up, but not completely. Thinking that I was probably dreaming, I was dozing off again when I heard some voice. Even when half-asleep, I recognized one of them. It was like honey combined with velvet and it was speaking harshly to someone… I was able to hear a few words only and they sounded like: "… didn't ask you to keep her locked…" Another voice, quivering with fright, spoke "Forgive me, il grande principe, I assumed… "
"Well, you assumed wrongly. Now get out of here before I report to Caius."
There was a sharp whoosh of air and someone was gone. I was nearly asleep again when I heard someone's footsteps. They were slow, careful. My mind was fogged with sleep when I heard the sound of something heavy being taken up from the bed side table, someone's sharp intake of breath… A sound of something metallic hitting the floor. Slightly more alert now, I felt someone bending over me and cool air fanned over my face, accompanied with a rich, heady and intoxicating scent overwhelming my senses... And then I woke up. Opening my eyes, I was caught in the stare of to inhumanely beautiful golden eyes staring back at me. I blinked, thinking I was still dreaming, and then they were gone… I sat up slowly and as I looked at the wide open door with dim light coming through it, I was sure I wasn't dreaming.
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