A/N: Happy Birthday to me and whoever else was born on this day!
Bella POV:
"Oh, but darling…" I said on my sing song voice. I heard Mike's breath catch and his heart beat faster then it already was. I pulled out a candle and lit it with a match, revealing my now perfectly structured face. "I thought it was 'Until death do us part.'"
Mike shook his head franticly. "What? Why do you look…? How?" he stumbled.
I giggled. "All in due time, my love."
I blew out the candle and he shrieked. His heart beat was beating faster then I already thought possible. I went back to the draw and grabbed the handcuffs that I knew were in there from experience of previous tortures inflicted on me. i could have laughed at the irony. Mike to be tortured by his own weapon of abuse.
I threw them to Rosalie and she proceeded to tie him up.
"You see, after all the torture you put me through I was rather chaotic. My emotions were a mess and I had lost everything dear to me." My hand trailed to my empty and flat belly. "When you overdosed, I was shocked. You, no matter how horrible you were, meant something to me. You were my husband, the man who put a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food on my plate. Where did I have to go when you 'died'? Oh, I know! How about joining you? So I went to the last place anyone would find me and the last place I had felt completely safe and welcome. I went home. Do you want to know what I did?" I lit a few candles around the room so he could roughly see us. "No? I'll tell you anyway. There, I slit my any part of my body i could get acsess to and prepared to die. But I was saved. Now, I'm here for revenge." I said, flashing my perfect new set of teeth.
His heart beat went faster.
Bud-um, bud-um.
The average heartbeat.
Bud-um Bud-umBud-um Bud-um.
Mike's heartbeat.
I laughed gleefully and grasped Rosalie's hand, who had finished tying Mike. He was watching us scared. He dangled from the pipe in the roof.
"His heartbeat." I said, happily. "I can dance to the beat!"
Rosalie laughed and we waltz around the room, Rosalie playing the part of the male lead. We laughed sadistically as his hearbeat increased tenfold. We sped up to keep in the rythum of his heart and realization slowly dawned on him. She dipped me in front of him showing our teeth and when he saw the two of us he almost fainted.
"You lost quite the catch." Rosalie teased.
After dancing to his erratic heartbeat for no more then a minute we finally stopped and walked towards Mike. I pulled over the sofa and stood on it so I was level with him. "Which torture group shall we start with?" I asked him excitedly, thoroughly enjoying his obvious fear.
He shook his head. I smiled and turned to Rosalie. "Which one Rosie? Sharp, blunt, hot, cold or loud?"
She smirked. "Unfortunately we don't have time for all of them. I hear a car coming. It'll be here in a few minutes. We can't do sharp because of blood and blunts a little risky. With oud, we don't want to disturbed neighbours."
I smiled at her. "Cold then?"
She nodded and left to find ice.
I traced along his face with my slender finger, enjoying his fruitful attempts to force my hand away. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "It'll all be over soon. But not soon enough." His horror excited me!
Rosalie walked in with a bucket of ice and smiled joyfully.
"You are fucking bitches! You'll burn in hell!" he yelled.
Rosalie shocks her head at him. "Burn in hell we shall. But not before you."
She dumped the bucket on the sofa next to my feet and also joined me on the sofa.
"Your whores." He whispered brokenly, obviously given up his losing battle for survival.
Rosalie laughed. "Stick and stones may break my bone, words will never hurt me…" she trailed of leaning in towards his ear and whispered "But whips and chains excite me!" we both laughed as she pulled away.
I smelt something foul and looked at Rosalie's amused face. "He peed himself." She laughed. I joined in when I saw that Mike, did indeed, pee his pants.
"Too much for you?" I asked.
He turned his head away.
"Enough games." Rosalie said. "It's time for the real game to begin." She announced.
We broke his chain and he fell to the floor with a 'bump'.
I hovered over him and restrained him while Rosalie poured ice over him. He was buried in ice and was screaming like the little girl we all secretly knew he was until Rosalie gagged him.
We watched amused for a few minutes until we were bored. We pushed the ice away from him and saw his tormented body, noticeably shivering. His skin was almost blue. He tried to throw insults at us when we removed the gag but his shivering made it impossible for even a vampire to understand.
"We have a minute." Rosalie announced. "The cars approaching fast."
I nodded, looking down at an agonized Mike. I felt pity for him. I could never forgive what he'd done to me but did he deserve this?
"We need to dispose of evidence. We need to fake your death too…" she trailed off.
"Barbeque?" I asked.
She nodded. "Barbeque." She confirmed.
We poured gasoline all over the house, not Mike though so he can watch himself slowly burn, saving nothing but albums and photos that I cherished. I told Rosalie she could have anything she wanted. She simply took a coat I'd never seen before or could afford in my life.
We lit the house on fire and crept out the back door, observing and bewildered with our work. She patted me one the back "Good job." She said. I nodded.
We saw the car approached and noticed it was Angela's. I sent her a small smile that I know she didn't see and ran off into the cover of the woods with my now, only family.