Nessie's POV
I don't like this. I don't like it at all. It has been too long since Kat has called or emailed me or anything at all. Something must have gone wrong. I knew it was a mistake to send her there. I just wanted to put Jake to rest about how things ended between us and instead I have just stirred things up again. I finish the last few drops of blood from this over priced wine goblet. It's not human—I cannot put my finger on the exact creature the blood came from but Aro never fails to have it delivered every night. I can't exactly leave either. There are guards everywhere. This mansion is filled with priceless art—I can't decide whether they are guarding me or the goods. I smile a little. Jake would have said Nessie, you are the goods.
I run my finger around the bottom of the goblet and suck the remainder of blood left from my finger. It's so freaking good! It's like a drug. I place the cup aside and put on my robe. It's dreadfully heavy and covered in red silks with a heavy gold trim.
Come on, Kat, call me! I never meant to cause any trouble.
Now come on Nessie. Let's have some truth here—you know that you were looking to stir things up. No I wasn't. Yes you were. So what! It's not like I asked to be married off to Foxworth.
He is your husband. You shouldn't think such things. You'll be spending eternity with him. Most people would love to hear that. To spend eternity with their loved one—how perfect that must be. However, I do not love him. Sure, he is handsome and kind to me… most of the time—sometimes, rather. He is also a conceited womanizer. What a womanizer! It's like that new single by Britney Spears was written about him. Ha, the way he gets around it just may very well be about him. Good thing I don't really care too much about him or I'd be jealous about all the women in his life…
Why does that anger me? Am I jealous?
I pace the area of my bedroom. Thankfully I haven't been forced to have a close relationship with Aro. I've only had the displeasure of sharing the company of Aro twice since the wedding. That was when I was still under Foxworth's spell. He's released me from the spell. I feel like a haze has been lifted from me.
Months ago…
"Is that better?" Foxworth asked after taking his hand from my head. The haze had lifted and it was as if I could see all of his features more clearly. His short blonde hair looks carefully styled though the way he carries himself everything he does seems effortless. His eyes are blue as the ocean. That grin of his; so wide and wild—like a shark. I can see both sets of teeth, top and bottom.
A chill…
Had it become fall already?
"Uh… yes. That is better, thank you," I feel anxious. I agreed to marry him. All of those decisions with the hazy memories still feel solid as stone. What is this magic he had over me?
"I took if off of you because I can't stand your robot-Franken-wife-face anymore," he grumbles and walks to the other end of the room, getting a drink from the bar. His voice… why does it sound American?
"You were not born here?" I ask. I feel like being smart about it but I am not sure what he will do if I give him attitude.
"I was," he replied, "my father sent me and the rest of my brothers and sisters away to school in Alaska," he said sipping the deep brown liquid. Scotch perhaps? He walks back over to me with another glass and hands it to me.
"There are more of you?" I ask and accept the glass but I don't drink from it.
"Not anymore," he replies, "the others proved unworthy so father had them exterminated."
"How awful," I whisper, his face shows a glimmer of pain. He must have lived in close quarters with his siblings… but wasn't there another one? A twin? "Your sister, she was not exterminated."
"No, Kat was not. Though she is a mystery to us all, you know. She is the child of two enchanted beings and yet she was born more human then any of us. She did not go to Alaska with us. I did get to visit her in the summers. They seem to think that I have both me and my sister's share of abilities." He looks a little nervous when he realizes how much he has shared with me. It is as if he has just let the family's secret out of the bag.
I shake off the memory when I hear the door open and I head out into the hall to see what has kept my charming husband out so late. I peek over the banister, downstairs. Ha! As if I'm not surprised. Look at him all dressed up in black. A blonde on each arm—what a—a—augh!
Before I can stop myself, I stomp down the stairs.
"Out, now!" I yell at the two blondes, "get out of my house—both of you!"
How can I be jealous?
"Foxy, baby, who is this witch?" the blonde on the right asked in poor English.
"I am his wife—and you are leaving. Both of you. Out. NOW!" my voice sounds more like a roar.
The girls quickly let themselves out and Fox turns back to me and crossed his arms, "what the hell was that, Renesme?"
"How can you do that—night after night? Bringing strange women into our home?" The words coming out of my mouth sound like those of a jealous wife… I can't be jealous—I love Fox… I mean Jacob… I meant Jake—oh my god.
"Our home? Psss—Nessie this is a house—a marriage based on lies. No one wanted this. You didn't want this. I certainly did not want this. Hey—if it were up to me I'd be in south America soaking up the sun with those hot little-," I shake me head and cut him off.
"So that's it then? I mean nothing to you at all?" I cannot believe that tears are coming to my eyes. I am wasting tears on this jerk?
"Aw—come on Nessie. Don't do this?" his face scrunches up like I kicked him and he walks over to the bar and grabs a lime slice and puts it into a glass and starts pouring drinks for us.
"Do what, Foxworth?" I wipe away the moisture from my eyes.
"Get all clingy like a woman."
My jaw is hanging open now. I cannot believe he just said that! How dare he! I walk over to the bar and grab my drink and throw it into his face—then I grab his drink and do the same thing.
He sighs, standing there all covered in liquor. His jaw clenches and before I can react to the site of him he violently attacks me, assaulting my lips with his own. My will to fight him has quickly faded and I kiss him back with the same intensity and hardness that he is displaying towards me. I don't want to fight it. He tastes so good—like a drug, a familiar drug. Before I can even observe any sort of movement, I feel my back come into contacts with the softness of a bed. I open my eyes and look above me and realize that we are in our bedroom.
So this is it, I guess. We make love. We create Aro's experimental demon child. And everyone gets what they want. My fingers entangle in his short hair and move their way down.
And they have no intention of stopping…
