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WARNING: EXPLICIT VIOLENCE AND RAPE.
"Are we running a bloody home now?" I threw my hands up as I came to a full stop inside the door way. Carlisle's face twisted with compassion and a certain amount of sympathy. Both were emotions I tended to forget about.
"I couldn't leave her there. She was practically dead when I got there, Lottie. I had to make a quick decision." He reasoned, motioning to the girl on our couch that had begun to feel the changes of our venom already. Tears creeped down her cheeks, smearing what little make up she had left.
"Did you even think about Emma? At all?" I motioned towards the back door, looking out past the windows at Edward and Emmie.
"She can learn control. You learned." Carlisle debated, he wasn't moving from this. This girl had essentially grown on him in the few hours she'd been here. Lovely.
"What if she doesn't want too?" I hissed. This was just irritating me more and more.
"We can't tell until she's awake, you care more about an infant that attacked you than a girl that wasn't any better off than you were when I found you in Italy." Carlisle's distress quickly turned into frustration at my lack of compassion. It'd been pushed out of me with Emmie and Carlisle being the only ones with the ability to drag it all out of me again.
"Edward could find his mate in her! Don't you want his happiness as well?" Bartering, Carlisle had me finally submit. I guess we wouldn't throw the girl out after all. Great.
"Fine! We'll see just great this'll turn out then, shall we?" I actually stomped my feet as I shouted this across her screams at him. He seemed frustrated still as he pressed his lips into a thin line, not saying anything more.
I kept a close eye on the girl, sitting close to her for each of the 3 days it took for her humanity to leave her. I was careful to not touch her but also felt the curiousity roam. I believe I'd been reading the remains of Carlisle's newspaper, checking in on the situation with Hitler and his plans, when she awoke.
"W-what's going on?" She sounded unsure but angry. I lowered the paper a smidge, careful not to disturb the aged cat on my lap just to look at this girl.
"You're in mine and my husband's home. You were attacked, Miss...?" I raised a brow, trailing off as a queue for her to speak up.
"Hale. I know I was attacked but what's going on? Why am I not home by now?" Her tone turned snippy after answering my question, like she'd expected me to do something more about the situation she was in. I folded the newspaper down in my hands as I collected myself. I wanted very little to do with her in the first place, like hell was I going to turn into the maid of some prissy bitch.
"Well Miss Hale. Take a look around, go to the mirror." I motioned towards the brass mirror on the side of the house to find her zoom past me for it. She stared at herself for a few moments, looking rather pleased.
"You're a vampire, Miss. There is no going home anymore. You'll kill your family." I sighed, watching her appraise herself some more. She glanced at me in the mirror and laughed a little.
"Look, I'm not sure what you've done to me but I like it. But I still need to go back home. I have some...unfinished business." I was little taken aback at the malice seeping into her words. Good god. We've turned a female serial killer, I didn't even know those existed.
"Well Look, honey. You're not going anywhere for at least a year. I'm not having the Volturi come down on my head for you losing control." I snorted, ignoring her statements. "If anything, I'd rather tear you apart and burn you myself. I've simply got too much to lose." Shaking my head at her, she turned back around, frowning.
"You don't understand." I stared blankly at her, not entirely interesting in understanding. She apparently took that as a sign to come closer to me, knocking into the couch as she did so. It finally fell apart after years of Emmie and Edward bumping and gouging the crap out of it.
"Uh. I'm sorry, I'll pay to have that fixed." She apologised mutely as we both took in the splintered side of what was once my favourite sofa.
"It's fine. It was about time we replaced it anyways, it's been here since maybe...1925? I think?" I shrugged, keeping a loose hold on Pluto in my lap.
"Goodness, you had a couch for 13 years?" She asked incredulously. I stared at her like she was an absolutely idiot until I realised she'd come from the upper class. A group that didn't keep anything for more than a year.
"Obviously." I deadpanned.
"Well. I'll be going now so, thanks for everything." She gritted her teeth in an odd smile as I sighed and moved Pluto off my lap. There was an easy way to do this.
"Come here." I waved her over, she came closer hesitantly. I pressed my lips together as I almost felt pity for her with my hand out. "I'm sorry." With that I gripped her forearm, pushing us both back into what she'd seemed to have forgotten and what I wanted to show her.
I stood next to Miss Hale, my hand grasped her arm until I felt there was no longer a reason too. It was night time here, also rather wet. I could see the cobble stone roads as Miss Hale began crossing the street, five men were under a streetlight, drunk.
"What is this?" Miss Hale sounded a little terrified as she whispered into my ear.
"It's the night you died." I responded astutely, looking away from her to see the past her, trying to avoid the group of men.
"What?" I felt a tinge bad for how coldly I'd thrown her into the past but I was so used to this. So used to simply sticking my head into other's minds and pulling out whatever I needed too to live on from whatever horror's they'd survived. Each trip took something out of me and this time, I felt it was going to be quite a chunk.
"ROSE! We're been waiting for you!" I watched the sleaziest of the men shout at the girl, I suppose her name was Rose then. She relaxed a little, walking over to them as Rose's arm under my grip tensed. She did remember.
"Royce, you're drunk." Rose seemed irritated with him, not quite afraid yet.
"Walk away. Walk away..." I could hear Rose whispering under her breath as she watched her past self and choose to link our elbows together.
"Isn't she lovely John?" Royce seemed to not even hear her speak to him, instead he leered towards her in a gloat to his friend. "Told you she was a looker."
"Hard to say with all those clothes on." John leered as well. I swallowed hard, knowing where this was all about to go.
"Show him what you look like, Rose. Take a few layers off." Royce seemed to try and command her for his buddies, Rose simply seemed to try and leave. But. It was far too late. She was going to die. I know how this memory would play out and the girl standing next to me, did too.
"You can cover your eyes. We can't leave until it's over." I explained, trying to ease the pain I'd put her through simply by doing this. I didn't realise it until it was too late that she'd been raped. Guilt began to flutter in my stomach and crushed my chest.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Royce." She started to walk away but Royce yanked her hat off abruptly, pulling out the pins and her hair...
"You'll do as I say." Royce's sadistic pleasures began to shine through as her coat was yanked off of her then her dress was torn. I saw her turn away for a second as I stared on. I would always stare on, I didn't have it in me to walk away and not look. She fought, she truly did. She'd scratched up his face by the time he'd gotten her again.
It seemed like it'd lasted for a life time, the turns they all took with her body. Each one shaved off another second of her life from her hands and legs until she was finally almost gone and they'd left. Left her there. She'd begun to cry now, onto my shoulder, shaking me a tad.
"Rose? Look at me." I turned towards her, ignoring the time slipping out of her hands before Carlisle would see her. She looked up at me with venomous tears slipping out and rolling down her cheeks.
"We are made of Iron and Steel. You rust, but you endure. You are strong." I recounted the words my own mother had said to me years and years ago. The only words I remembered. I looked back as Carlisle hesitantly sunk his teeth into her wrist, choosing to pick her up ever so gently and carry her towards our home. She understood now. She understood it all, I'd finally communicated that things truly had changed and so, we'd faded into the peach coloured living room again.
It was always a little dizzying to be pulled back into the present. This time, especially as it'd been a complete memory we'd stood there and watched. I looked out the window shakily and found the sun was starting to set, Carlisle would be home soon.
"I'm going to kill him." I looked back at her, shaking as she stood in my dress. I pursed my lips for a second, pondering how to respond. I could easily ask Edward to help me stop her but...I felt like she was justified. She should have her justice if she could, and it seemed she could.
"Don't come back here if you fall prey to the blood lust." I warned, nodding towards her statement.
"Blood lust?" She raised a brow, looking at me with mild curiosity.
"That burning in your throat? Its the need to feed on the humans. We don't do that here. Doesn't go over well with the locals." I smirked at that, imagining a 1600's style mob to run Dracula out of town.
"I don't want his blood, it might as well be disease." She grounded out, turning towards the car as it pulled in outside.
"Carlisle's home." I sighed, this was going to be a battle...unless..."I'd leave now if you still want to do it. He's a pacifist. Doesn't enjoy the death and dismay." I nodded towards my husband as he came out of the in a hurry. She nodded and did the oddest thing I thought possible. She came closer and closer until she finally just hugged me so tightly I thought she'd pop off my head, it pushed me back into her head of the last few seconds that just played out.
He's going to die, screaming and crying. I won't show him mercy.
"Blood lust?" My voice still threw me a little, it was even more beautiful sounding that her's. I was almost jealous of the auburn hair and freckled pale skin. She was beautiful in her own rite, a peaceful sort. I don't know if I'll ever find peace now.
"That burning in your throat? It's the need to feed on the humans. We don't do that here. Doesn't go over well with the locals." She explained, with a small evil looking smile. It sounded like she'd been cracking a joke I just didn't understand. But now that she'd mentioned it. It does burn. I didn't think she was serious about everything but...everything's so bright and breathtaking...and I haven't actually been breathing...
"Thank you." She murmured the words into my ear, bringing me back yet again. This was almost annoying at this point.
"Don't mention it." I patted her awkwardly on the back, unsure of how to deal with the contact.