Note - Sorry it's taken me while, but enjoy the chapter anyway! I will be posting up another six chapters after this one today.


~ Chapter 11 ~

A few hours had passed since Edward had disgustingly forced me to drink my own blood. He had eventually unchained me from the table and carried me to a bathroom.

I sniffled and whimpered in his cold, stony arms and he looked down at me, his yellow eyes glinting with some sort of sorrow.

"Here," He said quietly as he set me down on the white tiled floor. It was cold in here, this whole prison was cold.

"Wh...what?" I mumbled, disoriented and woozy, my head spinning. The rusty smell of blood was making me feel sick and I gagged a little. I clutched my forehead, whimpering as I fell to the floor, strong arms catching me before I could crack my head.

"Isabella?" Edward whispered.

"Please, I know you won't let me go but…I'm hungry. Hungry and weak and if you want me here, you need to help me," I croaked, my breathing tight. "Please, I'll do…anything…just…help," I beseeched, tears falling down my face as I broke down, my resolve to fight breaking bit by bit. I just wanted comfort.

"I…I will get you something," He whispered, his voice cracking. "Stay right here," He murmured, stroking my cheek. I flinched and pulled away and he grimaced, pulling his hand back. He disappeared from the room and I laid my cheek on the cool floor, revelling in the soothing feeling it brought to my flaming face.