Impressions

(Natalya's POV)

Where am I? I remember being on the transport and moving but… My head was pounding and my neck hurt as if I had been in a fight with something way bigger and much stronger. I shifted position only to realize that something very heavy was preventing me from even sitting up. The fog of whatever drug I had been given, even though it was dissipating, still came in weakening waves making it almost impossible to focus enough to realize the reason for my inability to move.

"You might as well give up, you are now Volturi Natalya, now and forever," His hand touched my skin, the pressure moving up my thighs beneath the robe and onto my stomach and chest.

My eyes fluttered open then to find Demetri atop me, his weight pressing me into what I assumed was a bed being that the room looked like the usual dilapidated motel room. What the hell?" I found out the answer to my question only a moment later when Demetri's hand moved again, this time to encase my breasts.

"Nice body, much nicer than Jane that's for sure." Demetri mused putting his tongue to my neck, his hand fondling my breasts as his tongue made laps along my cheek and across my neck, "With a great deal more sanity and spunk to boot."

Get the fuck off me, asshole, before you permanently lose your manhood! I tried to shove against him, pushing upward against his shoulders in an effort to force him off of me only to find that my muscles were still too weak from whatever drug Aro had given me.

He chuckled, "Fighting is useless Natalya. You should be thanking me for this, considering if this was anyone else like Felix or Alec they would not be so gentle." He slipped the robe off me along with my shirt leaving my upper body exposed. He began slowly but firmly licking and fondling my breasts. His teeth raked against my nipples as he suckled on them, nipping me on the chest as he moved his mouth along my skin.

I clenched my teeth, my rage boiling over inside and slowly working its way toward the surface, blotting out the hot feeling of arousal that had crept into the space between my legs. Now not only did I abhor the Volturi from the standpoint that Aro had turned me into such a vile creature but they were ruthless in their intent to destroy human life and were unopposed to the violent sexual assault of non consensual women both undead and mortal.

"Oh, am I making you angry Natalya?" Demetri questioned pulling the rubber gag that I hadn't even realized that I had been wearing free long enough to wrap his lips around mine and insert his tongue into my open mouth.

I struggled then, my body still somewhat uncoordinated in response to the lingering effects of the drug. "Fuck you," I hissed the words coming out jumbled as I jerked my head to the side, biting his tongue with my teeth in the process.

"Bitch!" He hissed giving my face a sharp raking, the force of which rattled the bed's headboard and left me with bright spots flashing across my vision. "Bringing Santiago back to Volterra is not going to be an easy task and being that it is nearly dawn you have no choice but to remain in my presence until night fall." He raked my face again grasping my cheeks and shoving the rubber gag back into place.

"Get …" My words were strangled off as he secured the gag making sure that it was as far back in my mouth as it would go. His gaze focused upon me then as he held my head immobile against the bed. In his eyes there were flames, angry and intense. He secured me to the bed, cuffing my wrists above me to the bed's metal headboard before getting up from his position to do the same with my legs by attaching the length of chain from the manacles to the bed's metal frame.

"Now, I suggest you pay close attention for I seriously doubt that you have the knowledge or the capability to complete this mission but since I was ordered to prepare you, your failure is not going to end up being any fault of mine." He reminded pulling over a chair, sitting down, and beginning to grill me on my task and all of its nuances.

I have plenty more brains than you'll ever have. My irritated glower focused upon him as I began secretly plotting the many ways to destroy the Volturi once and for all. I thrashed against my confinement, receiving a harsh raking across my jaw each time I so much as interrupted him or became distracted from what he wanted me to focus upon.

This went on for what seemed like hours before his anger with me finally boiled over to the point that he stood from his place and exited the main room. He returned a few minutes later to sit down on the edge of the bed, his gaze studying me harshly for several long minutes. "Your existence depends on your success. You fail as I figure you will then I guess you'll learn what true Hell is all about." The cold in his tone was enough to send waves of heated ice down my spine and before I knew it he had once again pinned my head against the mattress his hand flashing with lightning speed as he raked my cheek before rubbing some sort of oily substance inside my nostrils. "I certainly hope you've been listening because in less than ten hours, it will be time."

I struggled futilely against the restraint. My head swam dizzily and I blinked frantically as my senses along with my awareness began to gradually diminish. My body twitched as I tried to fight against the sudden overwhelming lethargy. The attempt failed as a hot tingling sensation spread like wildfire through my body, blotting out the nerve signals and rendering my muscles flaccid and finally completely unable to function.

"Fighting against it is useless. Complete your mission and all of this torment will end, fail and you will only wish for such bliss as this." The weight of Demetri's body lifted from across my chest. My now bleary, overly distorted gaze focused momentarily to find him standing over me. A wave of hot needles made my muscles twitch feebly as he gave a firm tug against the gag and the manacles that held my position. My eyes blinked raggedly a few times before profound blackness overcame me…

…

How long I slept or was unconscious I have no clue but when my mind finally awoke from the depths of coma-like blackness, I opened my eyes to find the room immersed in utter silence with the exception of the rattling whir of the ceiling fan. I let my still half blurred, half inebriated gaze sweep my surroundings to find them vacant of occupancy other than myself. Demetri had abandoned me for Volterra.

Sluggishly, I shifted my position the motion sending shooting spikes of fire into my temples and setting the entire world spinning violently. The hood of my robe against the back of my head told me that I was no longer half nude nor was I flat of my back chained with manacles to the bed. Instead, I was lying on my stomach with my arms crumpled beneath me. My muscles twitched, the heavy, weariness returning in body numbing waves as the effects of the oil very slowly dissipated from my system. Feebly, I pushed my arms from beneath me, forcing myself into a more comfortable position before my body was once again gradually overcome by the paralyzing fog. I have to get moving, I only have a week to figure out how to either get Santiago back to Volterra or somehow reverse Aro's bite and turn myself into something that isn't Volturi and…