Sorry it took so long to update. Holidays came up and everything, I had a lot to do! But here it is! I hope you like it. :)
When hearing the sound of a car in the distance, I left the street and hid myself behind a house, before continuing to lurk over the dark lawns. The car driving by wasn't Jasper and Edward, and I let out a sigh of relief. A small part of me regretted running; I didn't know how they would react if they found me, and what the consequences would be. On the other hand I felt at ease, knowing where I was and how to get to places. I knew this world, I knew people in this world. Whether they could help me or not, was a different matter. I hated the thought of being alone; I wanted to go somewhere crowded a place easy to hide. Making sure the street was empty for any moving vehicles, I crossed the street and ran down a short cut, a small pebbled road surrounded by a few tree's here and there.
They had grown large within a few years, and the branches were almost touching the ground. After ten minutes of going through all the short cuts I could think of, trying to avoid the streets, I reached a grocery shop where I used to run down to just to buy a pack of gum when I was a child. I didn't realize until now how much I had missed everything. I ran past the store, noticing a kid walking out to lock the doors. He looked in my direction when hearing someone moving, and his face looked awestruck as he stared at me. With shifting eyes I walked faster, maybe he was a demon! All of a sudden I remembered the growing things popping out of my back; I must've looked like a freak show.
"It's not October 31st yet? My bad!" I slapped my forehead, running towards a massive building where a club was. Not knowing which day it was, I guessed it was Friday or Saturday, seeing drunken teenagers standing outside in the cold. They weren't allowed to get in. It had gone so far now that I even began stealing, easily picking a jacket hanging on the rail by the wall, next to an unbalanced girl. I threw it over my back and tightened it shut with my hands. I walked over to the entrance of the club, asking the doorman how much it cost.
I had no money, but it shouldn't be so difficult getting some. I rolled my eyes at a boy who lay on the ground further away, trying to pick up some money which had fallen out of his pocket. Now that would be easy theft. The doorman hesitated for a long time, his jaw looked almost disconnected as he stared at me, forgetting about the line of people waiting to get in. Normally he would just tell people who annoyed him to fuck off.
"I can…I can let you in for free…" he spoke slowly, sounding slightly retarded. I could hear mumbling from the people in the front of the line, saying that was a first time. I didn't wait a second before entering, giving the doorman a small nod. Looking back at him, he looked like he had just woken up, rubbing his bald head in confusion.
"Oh my god…" I whispered to myself, feeling slightly proud. He didn't even ask for ID! The heavy blasts from the stereo felt good, I even felt relaxed being in this massive crowd of crazy, happy, dancing, drunk people. I could breathe normally again. I walked through the filled room, looking for somewhere to sit down. An empty bar chair caught my eye and I ran up to it quickly, smiling apologetically to a man who wanted that chair too. Edward and Jasper would never find me here. No way. I had no plan what to do next, or what I was to do when leaving this place, maybe I should leave town.
"Hello there…" a deep voice caught my attention immediately and I froze, dreading the worst. Turning my head to the side with caution, I let out a blissful laugh when seeing just some guy standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"You scared me…" I muttered, pulling the jacket back up when it started slipping off my shoulder.
"Sorry. Were you expecting the cops or something?" he asked darkly, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. I probably did look like I was expecting the cops based on how I was acting. I shook my head gently. The guy nodded nonchalantly at a man sitting next to me and he got up and left, wobbling into the dancing crowd further away. I tried to look away from the man who sat down next to me, but I found myself staring straight at him, finding him quite handsome. He was dressed in dark fitting clothes, easily mixed with the atmosphere in the club, and his hair had the same deep brown color as his eyes. He cleared his throat suddenly and I snapped my head up, after looking at…the rest of him.
He looked toned; by the way the folds of his shirt fell on him. With blushed cheeks, I turned away, leaning forward on my elbows on the bar. Never stare at strangers.
"So what's your name?" he asked casually, making a motion with his hand toward the bartender, saying he was ready to order, before focusing on me again.
"Uh…Bella…" I said glancing at him a couple of times. Never give your name to strangers, I thought to myself.
"That's a pretty name…I'm Mike," he smoothly murmured, extending his hand. I shook it nervously before dropping my hand onto my lap, turning forwards again.
"I'll have a sidecar, and Bella will have a…" he ordered over the bar, waiting for my choice of drink. My eyes widened as I looked up at the bartender who waited for my order. I didn't know what to get, I didn't drink.
"A screwdriver!" It was the first thing that popped into my head. With a short and annoyed nod, the bartender reached quickly for some glasses. I felt Mike's stare, but instead of meeting his eyes, I just looked down at the shiny table. I felt misplaced and uncomfortable being hit on at a club I wasn't even allowed to be in.
"Are those fake?" Mike asked, making me bolt right up in my chair, pulling the jacket tightly across my chest.
"What?!"
"Pardon, I meant your eyes. Are those contacts?" A smile played on his lips at my confusion.
"Oh. Yes. Contacts." I was a freak with dark eyes and wings forcing themselves out of my back. Perfect. While my mind was somewhere else, the bartender had served two drinks.
I stared at the drink for what seemed like forever before I picked up the tall glass and sipped on it. I scrunched my face at the taste, but forced down a couple of gulps. A mischievous smirk formed on Mike's lips as he watched me. He only saw another dumb girl he could take advantage of.
"You're twenty-one?" His soft voice questioned doubtfully, and I turned startled towards him.
"Of course. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't…" I answered, taking another sip of the drink, only bringing more satisfaction to Mike. He grabbed my hand and stroked a finger provocatively over my skin, tightening his grip when I flinched.
"No stamp?"
"You don't have one either!" I snapped, seeing no stamp on his hand. He shrugged and let go.
"Why don't you take your jacket off? It's hot as hell in here…" he leaned over me and tried to pull the jacket off. Fear struck me and I shoved him away as I got up from the chair, knocking it over in the process. Faces turned in my direction at the scene I was making, but I didn't care. I made sure the jacket sat on correctly now, even zipping and buttoning it up. It would've made a bigger scene if he had taken my jacket off…
"I'm cold," I answered, jerking the chair up from the floor. Mike nodded and sat back down, looking surprised still.
"You're kind of jumpy, you know that?" he snickered, motioning toward the drink and giving it a little push. With a shivering hand I lifted the glass to my lips; gulping the liquid down, leaving the glass half full.
"Why are you so nervous?" asked Mike, starting to get pushy. I blocked him out, moving the glass in slow circles, watching the swirly patterns in the drink before I took another sip. I shook my head when I felt the room spin slightly, my eyes losing focus. I tried to find support on the bar, but I fell sideways and Mike was there to hold me, slipping an arm "accidently" around my waist. I tried to ask for the time, trying to excuse myself for leaving, but the words tumbling out of my mouth made no sense at all, failing miserably asking a simple question.
"Are you all right?" the words echoed as I saw Mike talking to me. I said something to him, not quite sure what it was. My head felt light as a cotton ball. Keeping my balance, I freed myself from Mike, turning away from him. It was as if everything went into slow motion when I saw Edward and Jasper walking through the crowded part of the room, their faces too angry to comprehend. I hid myself immediately, stumbling into Mike in my haste to hide. They wouldn't spot me easily, I thought, my features had changed so much since the last time they saw me.
"I gotta go," I managed to say, about to run as fast as I could. Instead a major headache washed over me, and my high heels didn't help one bit in keeping my balance. Mike caught me just in time, scooping me into his strong arms. Too tired to think, I lay there limply, feeling as if I was on the verge of falling asleep.
The next thing I heard was the sound of an engine starting and I flicked my eyes wide open, finding myself in the back seat of a car, beams of light shining through the window as the car passed several streetlights, the speed increasing. My body ached as I tried to move, and I cried out when realizing my arms and legs were tied together. I lay on my stomach, and all I could move was my head, the rest of my body felt tense and locked up, hurting when I tried to turn around .Was that my future? Being forced into cars by mysterious guys all the time? History had started repeating itself. I bit my lip hard when a hand stroked my thigh, now knowing I wasn't alone in the back seat.
Who was driving? Was it a set up?
"Had a nice nap, sweetheart?" a calm, low voice spoke. Mike's voice. "I'm surprised you're away," he thoughtfully said, "You should've been knocked out for at least two hours…not five minutes…"
The calmness of his voice gave me goose bumps. "Who are you?"
He chuckled at my question, trailing his hand up the side of my thigh, giving me a painful pinch. In a wild attempt to kick his ass, I managed to roll onto my side, but that was about it. A second later I was pulled up by my neck and over to his lap, where he held my head back by my hair, his face close to mine.
"Who I am doesn't matter. When I'm done with you, you won't remember a thing. Who knows? Maybe you'll end up dead before morning," he spoke malevolently, expecting to see me cry or look scared. But I didn't, I had experienced enough to figure this man wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing me dead or anywhere near it. A questioning look shadowed his face, but he covered it up quickly.
"You won't be so tough later…"
I felt the bonds holding my arms and legs together loosen; I could stretch out finally, cringing as my uptight muscles returned to normal. I was still bound though, just not as thoroughly. I had lost track of the time I sat there, on his lap, while he let his hands roam my body, pinching my skin until bruises turned up. As much as I tried to ignore it and that the bruises would fade quickly on me, it hurt, and I couldn't hide it. He had unzipped my jacket, but it still covered my back, and the truth about me being a freak was hidden from Mike still, or whatever his name was. I started wishing he could see it, and then maybe he'd throw me out on the street and leave me alone. The car stopped abruptly and the engine died out a moment later.
"We're here." The guy driving said. I had only seen his face in profile; an unattractive dirty blonde haired guy with a stubbly face, his clothes noticeably reeking of old cigarette.
"Send me the DVD when you're done." The driver said when Mike exited, dragging me with him out of the car. He nodded and slammed the door shut. I barely had time to see where I was, before I was inside a dark garage. I saw that it was a big expensive house, a part of the town I couldn't remember ever being in. Without having a chance to run, or even stand, because I was tied up still, he took me inside the house through a wooden door separating the garage from the rest. Mike's grip grew stronger as he yanked me up the stairs to the third floor, ignoring my screams. First I had called for the cops even though I knew it was pointless, and then I surprised myself by calling for Edward and Jasper. I panicked, anything was better than getting abused by the freak carrying me. And he was a lowlife human; I'd rather die than be with him. I pushed my feet against the wall, knocking Mike against the opposite wall, making him falter a little.
"You'll pay for that…" he warned, letting one of his hands leave me for a moment to open a door. It was dark when I entered, and I hit the floor front first when Mike shoved me away from him to hit the light switch. I groaned against the smooth wooden floor, feeling as if I had broken into a hundred pieces. I had lost the count of how many times I had been treated like that around men. I hated men, most men. Mike deserved to die the worst way possible. I turned my head to the side, gasping when finding out the reason he brought me to this place.
"Freaking pervert!" I yelled when he jerked me up by my arm, facing the bed. Two professional cameras stood there, ready to record.
"It's just business, love. Cold, hard cash." I felt another déjà vu feeling, my history still on repeat mode. I turned my head to glare at him, imagining how fun it would be to cut his head off. Again, he looked surprised as to why I didn't shed any tears. Any other girl would be crying her heart out by now, begging not to be humiliated. Mike scoffed at me, taking a small step backwards so he could kick me over to the bed, quite harshly. I almost flew off it, but balanced on the edge, my fingers digging into the sheets. In desperation, I tried my hardest to free myself from the tight ropes, but failed. Mike stood by one of the cameras, adjusting it while glancing at me once in a while.
"I like brunettes." Mike said, walking over to the second camera. I stopped moving for a second, throwing a glance at him. "I only videotape brunettes. When I saw you at the club I thought you were the most beautiful little creature I had ever seen. And your hair…it's perfect. The darkness of it has depths, you know? It's weird…" he muttered incoherently, rubbing his jaw. I couldn't believe what he was saying. It wasn't fair… I heard a sound from the camera, signaling it was recording. He pushed a button at the first one too, bringing up the same sound, before he began undoing his shirt, slipping it off his muscular shoulders and onto the floor. With no modesty at all, he let his pants and boxers drop, shoving them away under the bed along with his shoes and socks. I looked away, catching his proud grin from the corner of my eye. He crawled onto the bed, to the center, before yanking me under him, placing his hands on both sides of my face.
"Touch me and you'll die." I spoke deadly calm. He smiled in return, not bothered by my threats at all.
"Tell me how old are you really?" he asked, taking my hands in his, slowly releasing my wrists from the rope. I wondered how he did that so easily. My response was to try and knock him down, but he forced my hands down onto the mattress, tightening his grip on my wrists until it hurt.
"Seventeen," I spoke quickly, writhing under his grasp. I saw him face one of the cameras for some reason, probably to show a perverted face expression. He turned back and let his eyes trail down my chest, which was half exposed after he had some fun in the car. He yanked me up a little to get rid of the annoying jacket I had been wearing.
"What the fuck is up with this?!" he demanded, struggling to get it off. I cried out when my shoulder blades ached like hell, and I knew the reason. Tearing it off, and eliciting a painful sob form me, Mike threw the jacket away in anger. His face went pale in an instant, seeing the misshaped things behind my shoulders. Skeleton-like bones poked out to the sides, some places covered with big black feathers. The wing on the left was much smaller and crooked than the one on the right one, as if I was still growing and one of them developed slower than the other.
"What the hell are you?" Mike asked, his face getting some color back. He left the bed without waiting for an answer, running up to the nearest camera to zoom in on me. "Turn around!" he yelled making me jump, "This will bring in a hell of a lot of money!" He only looked at me as a dollar sign. Nothing more, he wasn't even scared of me.
"Go to hell!" In a flinch he was over me, digging his fingers into my arms as he turned me around by lifting me. I gasped as he tore away my shirt from where it was already ripped, showing my abnormal bumpy back, thin bones poking my flesh, slowly trying to break through the skin tissue. There was no blood or anything, my skin looked attached to the main bone of the wings, as if it was naturally healing around it as it grew.
"I'm going to screw a freak…" Mike breathed, hurting me as he tried to remove my bra, the straps getting stuck to my wings. He tore it off, annoyed, and I heard a sickening pop of bone breaking, soon feeling pain shooting through me, bringing tears to my eyes. Mike didn't care at all, removing the ropes which kept my legs together, and then yanking down my black skirt along with my underwear, shoving it to the side. He forced me closer to him by pulling my legs, smiling as my hands dug feverishly into the sheets, pointlessly trying to avoid him. His face lowered close my mine, whispering in my ear that he liked it when girls put up a good fight in front of the cameras. His hands moved up my thighs, parting them further, and I shut my eyes hard, wishing I never ran away from Jasper and Edward. My eyes snapped open when I heard Mike utter a painful gasp, seeing a bloody spear piercing his chest, thick droplets of blood covering me…