Hi guys! Thank you so much for leaving all the well wishes for me. I am pleased to share with you all that I got selected for the internship.
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Here is the next chapter. I hope you like it.
Warning: This chapter inclines towards dark. So if you are easily bothered or have triggers, then please don't read the first part.
Chapter 11: Premonition
Amazon Jungle
It was in the middle of nowhere.
Obscured by giant boughs of trees, cloaked in the dense foliage, the dilapidated house stood not unlike the ruins of a long- forgotten civilisation. With its ivy covered walls nearly crumbling, it bore the marks of work of elements. However, the air of abandonment which the outsides of the old house exuded was just a charade to avoid any trespassers should anyone ever dare to venture so deep in the forest.
The opulence of the interior of the house was in stark contrast to the picture of disrepair it presented from the outside. Plush carpets covered the flagstone floor whilst comfortable armchairs and couches were arranged in the small parlour. The ambience was as non-threatening as anything can be, comforting and relaxing. But, it was a carefully constructed facade.
It was in an austere room of this house that the apparent question of as to who would like to live so deep in the world's largest rainforest, entirely cut from civilisation for miles was answered.
It was in that room, entirely bare of any furniture, where lay the horrifying secret of the old house. It was the room where numerous girls garbed in tattered, threadbare clothes lay haphazardly on the floor. Some had their legs and shoulders jutting at a strange angle - clear indication of broken bones- whilst others were sporting bruises and wounds. Their limbs were tied with thick ropes which chafed against their skin wounding them, yet they slept unaware in a deep slumber.
Apparently they were drugged for keeping them subdued.
Suddenly, the door leading to the corridors beyond opened and two figures entered the room.
"Wiz one, Kenny?" A heavily accented voice asked softly, laced with wicked glee.
The man named Kenny prowled in the room with a predatory gait. He moved with a fluid grace, entirely at ease. Shadows danced across his handsome face making him look terribly beautiful.
"Big Tits?" He offered nonchalantly, eyeing the unconscious girls lasciviously. He inspected them carefully with the thoroughness of a buyer assessing a stallion for purchase.
"Hmm...zis one is small, no meat to hold on to...Randa' took that one yesterday. Screamed like a bitch too. The putain has not gained consciousness since then...Ah, and zis one has great ass," The other man observed, his crimson eyes glittering with malice as he tore the girl's clothes swiftly, "Mon Dieu!"
He kneaded her breasts harshly till bruises formed on her soft flesh and spanked her cruelly, yet the girl slept on unaware.
"Merde!" The man groaned his voice heavy with arousal.
"Joe, I am taking this one," Kenny growled suddenly, lifting a girl by her hair, "The stupid cunt was being mouthy."
"Joli petit cul! Une putain de lionne aussi. Lemme have a go with her when you are done, will you?"
"Fuck off!" Kenny snarled and picking the unfortunate girl up in his arms, ran out of the room in a speedy blur. The door shut behind him with a bang, but for the girl in his arm it was as good as a funeral toll.
Miles away from the hidden house, a woman startled from her meditation with a gasp. Her red hair framed her alabaster face which was twisted in an expression of abject horror. Her crimson eyes were wide and dazed.
"The balance is tipped...the law flouted...they shall come, the aberration shall devour...whole!" She rasped in a hollow voice as if in a trance.
Her ominous words sent a shiver of fear down her audiences' spines. For a few seconds a shocked silence prevailed, then chaos reigned. Like homing missiles intent on their target the four most fearsome guards of His Majesty's army moved towards her in tandem.
"What did you see, Melissa?" Major Jasper Whitlock asked urgently.
The Vampire named Melissa swayed slightly and several hands moved to steady her. Taking a deep, calming breath, she raised her eyes to look at him.
"You very well know my power does not work in that way, Major. I am no psychic who sees visions of future. I just have intuitions," She shook her head, "I cannot tell you when, how or what is coming, but I do know that whatever it is, if not stopped shall unequivocally cause widespread destruction."
"You said aberration... Are there vampires are involved?"
"You have a rather high opinion of our race, don't you, Major?" Melissa raised an eyebrow sardonically, "But no, Vampires are not this threat, though I cannot say that they are not aiding it."
"You also said the Law has been flouted. Which law?" Peter interjected apprehensively.
"The law of nature," Melissa spoke quietly, "I quote myself that I cannot tell you exactly what is coming, but whatever it is, it is against nature. Believe it or not, but Vampires, Witches, faeries, Werewolves and other dwellers of the supernatural world are as much a part of Nature, of life itself as Human and animals. But this...this threat is a digression, a divergence from the Natural order. Someone is trying to play the God!"
An uncomfortable silence descended over them as they pondered on her words.
"When you said the balance is tipped," Major Whitlock began slowly, "You meant..."
"The balance of power," Melissa quipped gravely, "The equilibrium has been disturbed and there will be Hell to pay for that."
The forests of Albania
The room had an aura of a dark padded cell. The walls were entirely covered with bookshelves which stretched from floor to ceiling. The books were mouldy and pealing at the seams and the air was redolent with the smell of old parchment, pine, dust and age. A huge table completely covered with maps, charts and numerous stacks of papers occupied the majority of room. A lamp attached from the ceiling dimly lit the room, adding to its eerie appearance.
"My Lord?" A feminine voice pierced the silence, addressing the lone figure occupying a rickety chair in the corner.
The figure leaned back in his chair, interlocking his fingers and stretching with the grace of a panther. He affixed the newcomer with a cold gaze, an apparent question in his silence. Nearly trembling with fright, the female Vampire inched in the room and dropped in a respectful curtsy.
"My Lord, the new batch is here," The woman informed, gulping nervously.
"Specifications?" The man hissed in a sibilant whisper.
"Fulfilled, my Lord," The woman replied courteously, her head bowed in submission.
"Have them broken and sent to targets. Maintain vigilance now that they are aware. I shall brook no disappointment," The man ordered in a lethal tone and returned to his perusal.
"Of course not, my Lord," The woman nearly squeaked in relief and bobbed a hasty curtsy.
Turning around, she left the room with quick steps, her limbs quivering. She had survived a rendezvous with The Master and lived to tell the tale.
BPOV
"...I don't know what to do, Aunt E. It is all so darned confusing! One second I was just an ordinary teen whose only worries were studies and getting admission in a good college and the other...the shit hit the fan literally! I am the goddamned Empress of the world, mate of a friggin' Vampire...the bloody Emperor at that, bonded to him for the eternity and...and apparently people are now looking up to me for bridging the chasm between Humans and Vampires," I was becoming increasingly hysterical, the words pouring out of my mouth in a jumbled, incoherent mess. The confusion and frustration I have felt for days nearly overwhelmed me as I talked to my Godmother.
For as long as I remember, Emma Colby, or rather Aunt E as I like to call her has been my best friend, my go-to-girl. Even though I am very close to both my Mother and Alice and can talk to them about anything, still there has never been the level of openness and frankness with them like I have with Aunt E.
More so, given my recent disappointment with my parents due to their failure to inform me that I was to be a Vampire's mate, rankled me. As for Alice, there was a distinct conflict of interest there and as much as I love my cousin, I am not in a state to tolerate her cribbing about Vampires.
Not when I am myself so confused. Not when I am beginning to see several aspects which I did not even know existed.
"And then there is Edward. He is...sweet and treats me really well, but his overbearing prejudiced ways about Humans and need to control every aspect of my life draws me up the wall! Not that I am perfectly innocent myself. Hell, you wouldn't believe the way I have acted a couple of times these past few days. I have behaved more temperamentally than a hormonal, pregnant woman, Aunt! Going bat shit-"
"Isabella sweetie, calm down," Aunt E interrupted me firmly, "There now, take a deep breath and exhale slowly."
I did as she asked, scrunching my eyes shut. I clutched the phone tighter, nearly curling in on myself.
"Hang in there, bubba. The world is not ending," She softly said, "Feeling better?"
"Yeah, Aunt E. I am sorry for-"
"No, no! No need for apologies, sweetheart, I can understand where you are coming from. Your freak out is only normal after these recent events otherwise I would have thought a screw or two of yours was loose," Aunt E chuckled, "I know it is easier said than done, but sweetie you need to keep a cool head. Freaking out won't get you anywhere. You are a brave girl, dear, and if there is anyone who can tackle the situation you are in, then it's you. Give time to time, Bella, and everything will be okay. You will adjust, adapt and before you know the chips will fall where they should. Just be patient and open-minded, but don't allow anyone to walk over you. Be amiable and kind as you are, but don't be a pushover. Conversation is really important for any relationship, Bella, and it holds true for yours too even when you are mated to a super-powerful Vampire. Tell him what you like and don't like. Share your insecurities and confusion with him and I am sure he will listen to you. Don't sleep on your troubles, Bell. Ignoring them or burying your head in sand like an Ostrich won't make those issues go away and then you have me too. You do know that you can tell me anything, don't you?"
"Of course, Aunt E," I piped up and then asked urgently, "But you are coming for the wedding and coronation, aren't you?"
"Of course, Bell. Now what kind of a Godmother will I be if I leave you to your own devices on such an important event?"
"Yeah, I'll need all the help to get through anyway," I grumbled and she exhaled loudly.
"Bella, I am really sorry for not forcing Charlie and Renée to tell you the truth, but they were adamant to protect you from the reality. I know you are miffed with them and you have every right to be, but they love you a lot and-"
"I am not denying that they love me, Aunt E. It's just that I wish that I had time to prepare myself for this eventuality."
"Charlie and Renée were in denial, Bella. It was horrible when they first came to know that you had mutated genes. They were horrified, shocked! But, gradually I think they came to...just selectively forget it or something, pretending everything was okay. They had a hard time accepting your fate, especially after what happened with Anna and John. Alice was not the only one affected by their demise. But, of course it neither absolves them nor me for hiding the truth from you, especially considering it will happen..." Aunt E trailed off.
"What, Aunt E?"
"Nothing, sweetie. We will talk when I will arrive in Forks. Some things cannot be talked about on phone," She said decisively and despite my apprehension and curiosity, I knew not to push her. Aunt E was beyond stubborn when she wanted to be.
"So tell me, Bell, how is the sex?" She asked changing the topic promptly, her voice filled with barely suppressed glee.
"What?!" I gasped, feeling mortified.
"Oh come now, Bella. I have been waiting to have this conversation with you for years! I have been dying to exchange techniques with you," Aunt E whined.
"Exchange techniques!" I nearly shrieked, "Dear Lord, I can't believe I am having this conversation with you!"
"Why? What's wrong with having this conversation with me? Am I a nun or a little kid who will be scarred for life after hearing about your sexual escapades, hmm?" She asked sarcastically.
"Aunt E-"
"So, tell me, is it true that a Vampire is a very good lay? Oh, and can they really last for-"
"No, no, no! I am not having this conversation with you!"
"Bella-"
"No."
"Please-"
"No. I am not hearing anything la la la la..."
"Oh, you cruel, cruel girl! Fine don't tell me anything now, but I will drag every little detail from that stubborn little mouth of yours when I arrive in Forks the day after tomorrow," Emma warned and I gulped knowing she will make good on her threat, "And speaking of mouth, have you gone down on your Vampire?"
"Gone down? What's that?" I asked perplexed.
"A blow job, sweetie. You know blowing the love whistle, addressing the court, giving big Jim and twins a bath-"
"They call it that!" I asked appalled, "No, don't answer that and I am not answering your question too."
But of course Aunt E went on nonchalantly.
"If you have not done it till now, then I suggest you give it a try. Men really love it and it will spice things up in the bedroom. You can nip the-"
"I am ending the call!" I yelled and heard her laugh heartily just before I disconnected the call.
Apparently, she had enjoyed taking a mickey out of me a lot.
* Putain- whore
* Mon Dieu- My God
* Merde- Shit/ Fuck
* Joli petit cul. Une putain de lionne aussi- Nice piece of ass. And a fucking lioness too.
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