Chapter 13, Vampire Coven

Chapter Thirteen, Vampire Coven

A/N at the bottom, R&R

Enjoy!

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"What's a human like you doing here?" An inhumane flowing voice asked none too politely.

The man was beautiful, I might have been saying that everyone here is beautiful but he beat almost all of them by a long stretch. His skin was olive-toned beneath his pale complexion, his hair a glossy black and cropped. He was of a medium build, hard-muscled, of course, but nothing next to the brawn of the man who I conjured up in my dreams. When he spoke he exposed a flash of gleaming white teeth.

"Um… I was… I came from… the fae…" I stuttered amazed that he looked even better than Edward, maybe not better, but could definitely rival him.

"A young human of the fae, bad move. James would definitely be interested in you. I know his type of blood, and you're it." He threw me over his back and started running. It was exhilarating but crazy. The trees whirled by and formed into blurs. I started screaming bloody murder. The world, in which was now very unknown to me, was a dangerous place. I pounded on his back with the little energy I had left took it out of me. He stopped causing me to thrash around and slid suddenly. I was gasping so hard for air and was terrified. What the hell is he?

He lived in a huge castle-Pennsylvanian like castle. Like Count Dracula had… god, could he be a vampire? Are vampires real? Jacob had mentioned them being real. That wasn't possible, he was outdoors while the sun was still partially up. He would have burned to death. I reminded myself most myths were false.

In my head I was making up death wills and notes. For some reason I started with the young (looking) boys in my life. Really weird, this world must be getting to me. Or, I'm already crazy slash delusional and this is my world.

Jacob, I must say that you are sweet, charming and funny. I regret never going out with you. You can have half my heart.

Edward, I've always had a crush on you. You were always the gentleman, though, and stayed with your girlfriend. I regret never confessing to you. You can have the other half of my heart.

Jasper, you are a rude little thing. We could have been good friends if we gave it a shot. That would have been an impossible thing. If you want a piece of my heart you will have to fight Jacob or Edward for it.

Charlie and Renee, my parents, As Police Chief Swan you will probably spend your whole life searching for me. I know that you'll never find me as long as in this world. I want you to live and die in happiness and peace. Sorry if I ruined your life. I'll love you, remember you, for eternity. Dear mother, I'll always love the childish, young, you inside an older body. I'll just never really know why you prefer younger men.

Alice, Thanks for adding some spark into my life.

Brandon, no comment.

I made some others for fellow students like Angela, teachers, pets, animals and anything else I could think of. At one point I started thanking inanimate objects like my bed and a few books.

The man who captured me was dragging me along with no effort at all. I struggled furiously but it had no effect on him, he passed along as if I had kept still. Only when I screamed did he flinch. "Shut up, you insolent little girl. You will obey me or I shall drain you now." I paled thinking how horrid it would be. They were really vampires.

"Well, well, well what wonderful delight have you brought me this time, Laurent? The scent seems so familiar."

I looked up to see a man slighter than Laurent, his light brown hair, cropped like Laurents, and regular features both nondescript. His eyes, though completely still, somehow seemed the most vigilant. His eyes were different, too. They weren't brown, black, blue or even green, but a deep burgundy color that was disturbing and sinister. His eyes seemed to change when he saw me. His eyes widened as now he was more alert than before. He wore a black suit with the top few buttons undone and tie loosely around his neck. Anyone could see his glittering chest. He stood barefoot, his dress shoes placed on the floor.

"Isabella Swan? Bella?"

"W-What? How... did you know my name?" I stuttered.

"BELLA!" The man got off this high, purple, throne and he disappeared. My mind shouted disgust as the color purple stood for royalty. Again, something cold and hard tackled into me. I fell to the floor. The brown haired man moved quicker than Laurent.

"James! What are you doing?" James was pinning me to the floor, his body on mine. It was disturbing to be able to feel all of him against me. His arms and legs were on either side of me, his head in my hair, on top of my head. He was tall compared to me, than again everyone was tall compared to me. He sniffed me, sniffed.

"You still smell as good as you used to all those years ago. Only… better, more defined." He started to stroke my sides. It frightened me greatly. When he started touching my breasts I screamed, "GET THE OFF OF ME!"

He ignored me, "Where did you find her?"

I hadn't noticed but there was a woman with hair a startling shade of red. Since she was far away that was all I could tell about her. As she came closer at an alarming rate I saw more detail. The woman was wild, her eyes shifting restlessly between Laurent, James and me. Her chaotic hair was quivering in the slight breeze that came in through the open door. Her posture was distinctly feline. I prayed to god none of these people would hurt me.

"She was in the forest, by herself. I smelled a distinct scent of other people but other than that, I doubt she was with anyone else. Probably just taking a stroll out in the woods, though I do not know why." He got it right.

"Remember when I told you I had an infatuation with a human girl?" Laurent and the female nodded. "This is her."

The room we were in looked larger than Jacobs, but I had no way of being sure. The ceiling was high like the one back at the faes castle. This room was positively huge. As far as I could see it had endless hallways and corridors striking everywhere. The room was a cold and dark blue all around. It was more like a gray color, the color of cement. I shivered at the cold of the room and the cold of the person atop of me. He was not like any other males body, he was cold, like a dead corpse. The lighting was bad and I doubted there were even electrical lights in the room. The only light came from the stain glass windows, amazingly able to pour through. All three vampires (they were all pale with red eyes, so I inferred they were all vampires) sparkled in the dim light.

"What?" Laurent and the female demanded.

"Please, let me go. What are you going to do with me?" My plea was weak and meager compared to the vampire's voices. I was sure they heard me because James propped himself up and started to look into my eyes. The eerie red color made me cringe as I looked away. I couldn't see it but I knew he was frowning.

"Open your eyes for me." My eyes were pushed harder together because of fright.

It was obvious that he was angry. The weight came off of my body and I was pulled up. Due to the sudden change my eyes shot open. I was once again pressed against James' body. Hatred was leaking out of the female that was now standing beside Laurent. Oh damn, she must be with James. I don't even know what I did to get his attention. I just knew I didn't want it. Chanting a mantra over and over helped me keep my mind off of this situation.

"Come, I'll give you a tour of this castle." With that he picked me up, bridal style. It made me angry and I thought, Only Jacob can do this to me! He picked up speed and made it out of this room, muttering "Go away, Victoria," before continuing his brisk pace. Were all mythical creatures this rich? Everywhere I went, there were huge homes. This one was no different. When we got into a corridor it was completely dark. I couldn't see the walls or even my hands. The only thing that I could really see was those shining crimson eyes.

"This is, obviously, the corridor." He opened a door and the light that came through hit my eyes, blinding me for a second. This room was different from the other ones. It was vivid red and green. The room was retro. The walls were green and everything else was either red or a shade or tint of red. (A/N: Please note that there is a difference between a shade and a tint I was forced to do a design project in Nutrition class, get a clue A shade is a darkened color while a tint is a lighter color. So a shade of red would be dark red and a tint of red would be pink. Sorry for the interruption, please continue.) "Victoria's room," James sneered and closed the door opening yet another one. This one was purple and gold. It was big, again, and it was pretty. "Laurent's room." The door closed and we walked down the unlit corridor.

The next room ignited my interest. The walls were the same cement gray as the first room I was brought to but the décor was remarkable. Everything else was either black or white. The bed, chairs, drapes, closets, door and lamps were black. The floor was also black. The contrast of James' incredibly pale skin, his paleness could rival mine, against his black and white theme was extraordinary. Leather chairs and velvety soft bed material were looking inviting.

Glinting in the light, the thing that caught my eye was the picture frame on his bed stand. There was a little girl about the age of four or five. The scenery was green, as the girl must have been in either a park or forest. She was smiling brightly back at me. Her luxurious brown hair tied back in pig tails. Pink touched her cheeks and her outfit. In the background was another person that I couldn't make out but I knew who the little girl was… Me.

Still being held in James' arms he threw me onto the bed with what he would probably consider tenderness. I knew whatever was in stock for me would be terrible. He crawled back over me resuming the position we were in earlier. His movements were always cat like, I was his prey and he was the tiger-like-hunter.

My heart pounded wildly, this might be crazy but I swore James could hear it. He grinned proudly as if he's won the Nobel Prize.

His hands found my face as he started to caress my cheeks, "You have no idea how tempted I am to eat you right now."

I froze; he was going to kill me! James' lips suddenly touched mine. As revolted as I was, I kissed back. I had no control over my movement. As of this moment I hated my traitorous body. He was so cold! James must have thought I meant it because his tongue shoved into my mouth. It was cold and hard like the rest of him, but it was also wet. I could feel his sharp teeth touching my lips and thought about how easily he could hurt me. Just a slight move of his lips and I could die. Or worse yet, become a vampire. I didn't want to be a vampire and suck blood out of innocent people. I feint at the sight of blood, I'd be a pretty messed up vampire.

My breath ran out as James pulled away from me, "You're delicious," He grabbed my hands and tied them together with a tie that he was wearing. Than with some black fabric he tied my legs, apart, to the bed post. My body was splayed out in an upside-down Y figure. I bolted around to try to get loose and only made James chuckle.

His lips moved down to my collarbone. I was shivering in panic as his tongue shot out to lick me there. I prayed, again, that it would be alright. That someone would come and save me. Jacob would come, or Edward, or even Jasper and Alice.

Instead of what I thought was to come he just nipped lightly, not enough to draw blood, but for me to feel something. James moved lower, watching my reaction with those horrid eyes. He tore off my clothing easily with just one try. My shirt fell off in pieces and was thrown in a dark corner of the room. I screamed.

"Listen, this is your choice. You can either make this an enjoyable experience or… it could hurt, a lot. If you want it the easy way, all you have to do is cooperate with me. Try, even a little, to displease me and it will be the hard way." I tried to kick around and get him off of me. I was desperate now that I knew what he was going to be doing to me. I hadn't even realized that he had raised his hand out of my futile attempts to escape him. He gave me a light slap on the face. I knew to him it was light, but to me it stung. Stung, like the fieriest pits of hell. I moaned in pain.

"You like it rough? You're getting it." He whispered against me.

He tore off the rest of my clothing leaving me stark naked. It took me a lot to hold back my tears. I knew they would come anyway. James started to pet my roughly, physically, everywhere. Not being able to hold it in any longer I burst out in tears. Crying only seemed to make James ever more aroused as he started to remove his clothing.

I had to make my last plea, "No, please. Please, please, please, no. I beg you, don't do this." His hands moved down rapidly as he stuck a finger into my womanhood. "It hurts……it hurts…… oow, it hurts!" I sobbed but he began moving over me strongly as he ignored my cries, the pain quickly centered in my most private place and I, once again, struggled briefly before surrendering to his greater strength and lying there passively while he pumped into me mercilessly.

James smacked his lips together as if he had tamed me and pulled his fingers out of me. Grinning once again he shoved his length into me. It hurt, not more than his fingers did at first contact but hurt. I felt like I was being torn in two, maybe more. Being full, of James, it hurt my mentality. Once he was in he started to withdraw. Thank god, my mind whispered in a cruel kind of joy.

His arms gripped my waist tightly. He was holding on so tightly I was sure I would have bruises or maybe even permantent damage.

My thoughts were shattered once he plunged back in. I screamed in agony as James made no attempt to muffle my screams. It was like he wanted the world to hear how he was torturing me. Digging moon crescents into my hands, my nails drove deeper. My pointless go at taking my mind off the pain in my lower regions, failed. The hands that held my waist now pulled and pushed me against him, it gave him better leverage and hurt me more. James just drove harder and harder to the point I felt like my mind was shutting down.

I didn't know what the worst part was. The fact he was raping me, or the fact that I was responding to him. After a while I started to move against him, believe me it still hurt, but my body was crazed. My mind was no longer in control of my body as I started to spasm. I was in masochist torture. As my mind was shutting down I imagined a better place. With the people I love, with the people who care for me, and the people who even bothered to try to communicate to me. All the nice people I've known were there. Jacob, Edward and Jasper stood out the most. Before I could think any further cold spurts of liquid flew inside of me while I exploded myself.

My eyes were wide open but my mind was in a far off place as I started to cry. Vaguely aware of James leaving the room, he gave me a kiss on the head and lips. I cried and cried for an unknown amount of time. Among the time I mourned I had fallen asleep. I had welcomed that darkness with eager arms.

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A/N: Did you expect her to get raped? Well, I didn't. If you are asking for my age (You are probably thinking about how old I am now that I've written this) I'm not giving that away. I do think that no one of any age should write rape, but hey, I'm in a bad mood most of the time. A way for me to channel those horrific feelings are through writing. At Bella expense I can let loose, a little.

Mini-thanks to Kelsey for inspiring the cat-like ideas. Hint hint: tiger-hunter thing…

Word Count: 3,070.