Breaking Dawn: Patience
Benita sighs laying on her back, throwing up the tennis ball she found underneath the pile of blankets the Cullens were letting her use, she would not take a single of their comforts, but the ball was harmless, for the thousandth time, she threw it up, it brought good memories, "Where is Seth?"
The warden peeks a look at Benita, "He is not your concern."
"I want Seth," Edward would not give in, immaculate composure, still reading, biding his time no doubt until they decided that she would be no use to them, and end her life.
"No."
She could try harder, "please, let me go."
"No."
Puto. She rolled over, she was tired of seeing him, so she put an arm over her eyes, finding peace in the darkness. No one was giving into her demands, and it was irritating the hell out of her. This feeling of being kept from the cute boy. The one with the kindest of eyes and the brightest of smiles. He was the medicine she needed. The best kind. The interesting kind.
"Why? You think I will hurt him," she smiled that was funny, she tried showing him the joke by jiggling her cuffs, "or that he will hurt me? I wonder what he has to say to this? Or do you let your human slaves have a choice in their lives."
"We don't have slaves," Edward sighed, as if she was acting ridiculous, "and you will never know what he has to say."
"Fine, be difficult," Benita pushed the food away, she was not going to touch now, maybe that would upset someone, "I don't have to listen to you forever. We don't have much time anyways. When everything goes to shit… we will see what happens. We will see if he is interested then."
"He is not allowed to see you," Edward said with finality, flipping the page in his book about the history of half breeds.
Benita refused to give him the simplest of information. Sure he had Nahuel for the physical evidence of what would happen to his daughter, but the future… the Volturi's justice, or injustice, where they not the same?
The vegetarian mind-reading father was suffering with the thought that his daughter would die at the hands of the vampire laws.
"She is not going to die. No one will."
He was in denial too.
Edward sighed, flipping another page.
Alas he was still composed, from watching Benita, that the theory of annihilation was more invalid each day she kept repeating how they were all going to die. He thought she was just trying to scare them. If only.
She felt the need to say, "She is not as durable as you are."
"What?"
"Your daughter," Benita sniffed the air, "she is in the house right, that little butterfly beat," he shifted in his seat, yup that was his baby girl, "mine was like that too once, it slows a bit after a twenty or so years. She will too, but we are weaker, we always will be."
He paused on his page, not really looking at it, "I don't know who told you that being human was being weak."
"More breakable," Benita corrected herself, seeing his irritable side return, the one where he frowned with his eyes, "I fought against vampires, it is harder for us. That means it will be easier for the Volturi to destroy hybrids when they feel threatened."
"They will not feel threatened."
He must be joking, "Keep telling yourself that papi chulo," Edward knew what that meant, and he shut his book, and left the attic.
"Papi Chulo," Benita giggled, that would be his name now.
It was not long till someone took his place, "Can we talk?"
It was not Edward.
"Sure," the mahogany haired and awfully pale female vampire took his empty seat.
Benita tapped her dry lips, curious, because this could only be the person she had yet to meet. She had not spoke with her before but she had seen the female growling for blood when she had taken out Alice, that showed her stance in this whole thing. She had been at the door when Nessie wanted to meet her without her parent's permission, holding her daughter back, that was an crazy night, "you must be the hybrid's mother. Renesmee's mother."
"I am," she said with a cold facade exchanging for a proud smile, and back again, fickle newborn emotions, "and I am not Carlisle, so don't think for a second that I am going to give you any chances after what you did, you don't deserve to be here, you stay away from my daughter, away from my family, get back to wherever it is you came from-"
"Thank goodness, at least someone has a backbone," Benita leaned back against the wall, relieved, these conversations she could work with, "and here I thought all of you had lost your senses, please take off these chains, hurry before he gets back," she held up her cuffed wrists, "they are beginning to hurt me-"
The vampire gave her a dead look of contempt, "I am not setting you free."
"Tease," Benita hissed, "then what the hell do you want?"
"Your mother," that made Benita clamp her full pink lips, "how is it that Maria is your mother, how did she… she is a vampire."
"Who said Maria was my mother," Benita fired back, reprimanding herself, "if you think I am giving anything up newborn, you are wrong."
"How do you know that I am a newborn-"
If the smell of thick blood in her tissues was anything to go by, and the way she forgot to blink, fidget, pretend to be human, it meant she still working out the quirks of immortality, "Please, I am trained to know the newborns," it was her type of breed, "I was trained to pick them out, bring them in, and when the year is out, and they are not so strong," of course she knew the rest, the traitor must have explained it, "lets just say I would not have wasted picking someone like you."
"What is that supposed to mean," the newborn lifted her nose, she thought she was so strong.
Benita wanted to push her off that pedestal, "what use could you possibly have, no gifts, no battle experience," she said nothing to this, she got her pegged, "you're just some whore that snagged a vampire, no sexuality, look at you, you act pathetic when it comes to your weaknesses-"
Nessie's mother froze, all vampire, "I am not pathetic."
Benita stood up, her knees were wobbly, but that was the least of their problems, it was working, she bringing her walls down, "Of course you are, hiding behind an army instead of meeting the Volturi head on, you think you can fight them, you are going to get your whole family killed and everyone here will join them or be on the run for centuries to come, what the hell of person allows that to happen, you should be the one in chains-"
"Stop it, just stop-"
"Better send your hybrid daughter to the Volturi, saves us all the trouble of them coming here-"
Like a cobra's strike, the vampire was at her neck, her hands coiling, and so was Edward-
"Bella this isn't you, stop it, let go-" she did let go, and Benita was left gulping in the air she actually needed it, not like her better halves, and as Bella was struggling she was cracking her abused neck in pain. It was not a complete loss. Benita knew she had already gotten to her, it was not hard, more of a game really.
"See you in hell Bella," she waved at the furious vampire, knowing it would irritate her, and it would crush any sympathy these play pretend soldiers had in store for her.
"I always win," she whispered to herself, she prided herself on this, but the chains digging into her wrists said otherwise.
This was a waiting game, and she did not know how long she would last before she caved or the Volturi did them all a favor and put them out of their misery.
