*Gasp*
Bella's in it...that's all I can say...
I don't own Twilight or its characters, just the sick plot.
Fuck
Rated M? Of course…
How long has it been?
Twisted…
I'm so sorry, this is awful of me. I have never written like this before, forgive me!
I had come to them so young, the daughter of a Captain of the Roman army that guarded Hadrian's Wall. Rome's empire still ruled but the empire was steadily and slowly crumpling around the edges. Father thought it best to keep us together and brought us to the wall. We found a home at the settlement Vindolanda and there, we lived. My Roman mother cooked and cleaned, and then went up to the guard barracks with the other women of the settlement and cleaned and the soldiers fed. Father could speak some of the Barbarian languages helped the Roman soldiers when the Barbarians repeatedly attacked or if a few wanted to live as Romans instead of Barbarians. My parents gave me everything I could possibly want even though we didn't live like Romans. I was born when the fall harvest began, mother said it was still warm and the trees turned orange. Mother wanted me to be raised a Roman girl and when I was old enough, she was set in sending me to Rome so I that I could take a Roman husband but father thought I should choose who I fell in love with.
Funny, how it never came to that…
A tribe, one with ill will towards the Romans launched a vicious attack on the wall, sending the settlement near it into chaos. In the midst of the running, screaming, raping, and killing, I was separated from my mother and swept away from the wall. All I remember is running and crying, drifting further away from chaos and mayhem. I tripped and landed face first in a muddy puddle. Mud and small rocks filled my mouth and I spat and wiped mud out of my eyes.
"Remember if you're ever separated from your mother, go towards Rome." Father once explained. The mud on my face was already beginning to dry and I took more and lathered my hair and covered my arms. Then I heard screaming and people running and I scurried under the green and brown foliage. It was a Roman soldier and one of the girls I used to wash cloths with. She was running and he was chasing her. He lunged forth and attacked her. I heard the sickening sound of bones and flesh and the scent of blood hit the air. I felt nauseated at the metallic scent and I took a deep breath, silently crying, listening to her brutal screams and I fought the urge to join in. From where I was hiding, I couldn't see what exactly was happening but I knew it was something terrible and I couldn't help her if I wanted. After what seemed like a long stretch of Tartarus, listening to her screams reach high pitch and then die down and then finally stop, the soldier rose, standing and taking a deep breath. Blood and a look of serenity on his face…blood?
"I hear your heartbeat, little one." His voice filled the silence that followed after those screams. They were soft but I heard every perfect word. His accent was Roman, thick and dark, like my father's. He turned in the direction I was hiding and I held my breath and keep my heart beating so loud.
Just go away…
Please…
But what would happen once he left? Where could I go? What could I do? My parents were gone, my tribe, my home…there was nothing to go back to. Maybe death was better.
I could be with Mother and Father again…
With my mind made up, I rose from my hiding spot, covered in mud and now with bits of leaves and sticks in my hair. I must look like a Barbarian…
I wanted to laugh.
No weapon, no fight, no vengeance…
Surrender was all I knew.
He was beautiful and his eyes were an odd red. I had seen him once back at the barracks. He only patrolled at night and slept during the day. Father said he had come from the other side of the Wall. He had come across the soldiers. Mother said that the gods cursed him to never see the sun.
"What a delight…two wonderful girls in one day? Delicious, what a perfect dessert! I've been eyeing you since I came across the Romans," He said. He gestured me forward and I obeyed. I was never around men except Da. The other men of the tribe seemed to have nothing but daughters and the only little male born in the tribe died in his first winter. I knew to be polite around the fathers of the tribe and the parents, including my own, kept me and the other girls far from the soldiers. When I was close enough, I saw that it was one of my close friends, Jessica that he had killed. She was completely drained; pale…empty…her neck was gaping on one side. Jessica wanted to fall in love and was having a secret affair with one of the soldiers. They were going to run away and settle somewhere and have a family.
"Did you know her?" He tugged me close, his skin cold as winter. It was made of hard ice and it made me shiver as his hand closed around mine. I nodded, my heart jumping in my throat.
Make it quick…
"You'll join her soon enough." At ease, I was. I suppose the fear of death is the fear of not knowing how you're going to die. I knew…
I knew there would be pain by Jessica's screams.
I was okay with that.
There would be blood…and lots of it.
Although I couldn't stand the smell of it, I would be dead quickly and I wouldn't have to worry about feeling faint once it hit the air.
A beautiful demon would end it all. Mother would be proud as it turned out to be a Roman man after all!
And then…
Piercing
Not pain…
Pleasure…
If I could call it that, I had never felt…
What was this? Instead of screams of torment, breathy moans and shocked cries filled the air. Something thick and warm glided in my veins, pooling in my stomach and curling my toes. He had bitten me. I was sure of it for I saw my blood on his lips. There was a look of awe in his red eyes and switched sides and bit the other side of my neck. Each suck was a slow erotic pull of my blood, a searing heat following behind. My vision became distorted and it filled me until it spilled out between my legs. The spot only meant for my man. The sounds out of my mouth were the sounds I heard a few times with my parents. Soft cries from my ma and deep groans from Da as the bunk bed sometimes rocked slowly and I was lulled back to sleep by it.
"Well…it seems I came across something exciting!" He said and I realized that he had me on the ground and he was hovering over me, looking down with a sort of sick, perverse amusement.
"W-What did you do t-to me?" I asked. Tears welled up at the corner of my eyes and my body hummed pleasantly and I tried to keep my wits about me but I weaved in and out. It was a swirl of black, white, and red. My fingers struggled to hold onto something, finding the moist wet earth clutched in my fists. Half of my mind was centered on the warmth streaming through my veins, the throb between my legs, and the high feeling that wrapped deliciously around me. The other half, the half trying to keep afloat was slowly drowning in the abyss of pleasure and darkness. Drool fell down my chin, whimpers and gasps and then a loud cry as he ran his tongue along my neck. Small bolts of euphoria erupted through me and my hips…
He would take me, my blood and my virtue and I would have no fight.
"Venom is supposed to be painful, a substance that feels like fire from the inside and yet, you squirm like a whore in heat. Your body reacts to it differently and I smell you." He said, a fiendish smile on his red lips. "Those pupils of yours are wide…almost as if you were high off the yellow flower," he began chuckling and thrust his hips against me. I cried out softly,
"P-Please…"I choked, reaching for him.
"That thrust should have broken you in half," he said. Ignoring the need I was still ignorant of. Jessica knew, even though she was young as I was, Ma knew, the women with children knew, but I knew nothing. I was still too young to truly understand the needs and wants of the flesh.
But my flesh was on fire. I opened my mouth wide…for what?
What?
He seemed to know and his lips crashed upon mine, dominantly. His tongue mapped out my mouth, and I tasted a sweet burning liquid and my own blood as they dripped thickly into my mouth. He growled and thrust again. I was found wound tight and I began sobbing. This fire was hot and cold, freezing and burning, terrified me and excited me. Wet…I was wet…my body preparing itself for something that would never come. He clutched my cheeks, keeping my mouth opened and he allowed his saliva to fall into my mouth and I drank it.
Drunk…
High…
Gods…
Then it was gone and I was yanked off the ground in a daze. Quivering…sinking further into a chasm of confusion and fear, pleasure and no pain to balance it out.
How long could I survive this?
When will I come crashing down?
"We must get going, I fear others will come and I would rather not give up the lovely prize I found." He lifted my chin up and I saw that sick perverse amusement again in his face. He kissed me again and once again, when I thought I could emerge, I was pulled back down again. I sucked on his tongue and I was lifted off the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck. Deeper and deeper I sunk and it backfired on him because he sank with me as I was slammed against the bark of a tree. He pulled away and I sucked in as much air as I could before he captured my lips again. He laughed deeply and darkly, after we pulled away. My lips quivered and I tried to capture his lips again. The laugh became playful and I was suddenly found on his back, my arms wrapped around his neck. I pressed my lower part against his back to ease the throbbing and he growled.
"Do any of that while I am running and I will leave you in the cells of the Gladiators when we get to Rome."
Running was a dizzying speed of shapes and colors. My stomach dropped when he ran and leapt off the ground and off of tree branches, uncaring of my state. I clutched tight, especially in moments I thought I would fall off. He ran with me on his back as if I was a light sack and then he stopped abruptly. He had stopped outside a small village and he pinched the pad of my index finger gently to release him. I slid and my legs were like jelly and before I fell to my knees he caught me and allowed me to get myself together. He still had his armor on and surveyed my eyes.
"Your pupils aren't as big but the smell of that sweet arousal of yours is still so strong. I am amazed at my self control." I still quivered, I still throbbed.
The village seemed to be settling with the setting of the sun. I frowned and turned to him. It would have taken three days to get to this village from the wall but he made it here as the sun started to set.
"We will find a room and you will get something to eat. You will need washed off as to not attract any more of my kind and well," gesturing to the muddy state I was in.
"Kind?" It never occurred to me what this man was. He definitely wasn't human. Blood…he liked blood and only monsters from father's tales feasted on the blood of men. The dead from Hades could not be heard by the living and if they wanted to communicate, the dead had to take the blood of the living. Another was the story of Lamia, whose children were killed by a jealous Hera for Zeus' infidelity.
"Yes, the descendants of Lamia, cursed to roam the night and feast on blood." His voice dropped dangerously low and began stalking closer to me. Those eyes glittering in the low sun and he licked his lips.
More…
Give me more…
I could practically smell that sweet fire coming off his breath. My mouth salivated and my small hands reached. He growled and pulled one of my wrists to his lips, thus pulling me closer. I felt my insides clench, my legs felt like jelly again and he sighed, his cold breath wafting over my skin. His tongue did a long swipe over my pulse point and pleasurable heat erupted from my wrist and ran up my arm. I shivered deliciously and he let my arm fall.
We started walking towards the gates. Then he began laughing.
"Oh, little one, I have done all this without knowing what they call you." He clutched my hand tight in his grip. He was tall, the same height as Da. A dangerous creature in the shape of a man and I was only a girl stuck in the body of a child.
"Bella." And I winced at how childish my voice sounded.
"Darius."
My demon had a name and I wondered if I was cursed because now I had something to call him. Was I still cursed because he knew my name?
I could never escape.
He had the taste and scent of my blood committed to his memory and that no matter where I went, he would always find me.
Food had no taste in the bliss state I was in and he was watching me intently. We had settled in a little tavern for the night. Darius informed me that he didn't need sleep, which he hadn't slept in over 300 years. He would hunt away from the village once he was sure I was sleep.
"Y-You know you can have some of m-mine…" I said shyly, my cheeks warming. He laughed beautifully.
"And draw unwanted attention? You're not particularly quiet, Bella. The owner and his wife would bust down the door." Placing my spoon down,
"I could be y-your wife, no o-one would be suspicious. A Roman soldier with his young wife, it would not be so wrong," I said. His smile was wide and malicious.
"Ushering a girl into a world of bliss and sin. You would be the perfect wife of a demon," he stood then and a feeling of heaviness fell on me. The world began to spin and I found myself on the bed and staring up at the wooden ceiling. Darius hovered over me. His eyes were dark, not the usual red and I gulped. Faint as it was, still under the taint of food, I tasted that sweet fire and I shivered. Faint as it was, my belly warmed and I moaned girlishly.
"I've done a lot of terrible things but this, hovering over you like this..." To further his point, he exhaled and that sweetness fell over my skin. I swooned and I reached for him.
"You're naught but a child," he moved out of the direction of my hands, taking both wrists into one hand and pinning them to the scratchy sheets.
"What do you feel?"
Gods, how can I describe it, when I didn't know what it was?
"I-I…" my lips quivered and squirmed. He sat up on his knees, still holding my wrists. My eyes widen and bit my lower lip.
"Go on, tell me. There's no going back at the stage you're at. Beautiful you'll become when you ripen." His face was in mine now. He looked expectant.
"I-I feel warm." I started off, my face flushing deeper and deeper, his gaze unmoving.
"Warm? Is that all? With how you smell, you feel more than warm." He chuckled and I tried to turn away from his mocking gaze.
"Look at me!" He demanded. My gaze snapped back to him and I began feeling that throb again. His face was still close to mine, his gaze predatory, mine every bit fearful, a prey waiting for the predator to strike. "I will teach you about my world, mold you, use your gift to my advantage. Bella…sweet innocent…vulgar Bella, the Gods I thought abandoned me have shined their light upon me!"
Darius's eyes became manic and I was staring into twin pools of blackness.
Darius licked my cheek and I cried out. I flushed deeply and when he went to do it again, I caught his lips.
He gave in.
Oh my gods.
He left me reeling, flushed, and my lips bruised and swollen. He gobbled my lips once more, putting a little more bite into it and I gasped aloud and my hips thrust up against his. I realized that he still had his armor on.
Yum
Sweet
Fire and Ice.
I struggled, I truly did and whimpered, thrusting up again. He didn't budge, continuing to devour my lips, sucking the air from my lungs. His tongue, laced with the warm saccharine fire, entwined with mine and I was pushed in a tidal wave of throbbing, thrusting, whimpering, and sucking.
Then it was gone and I sobbed angrily.
"No!" He boomed with musical laughter and his weight lifted off of me. A swirl of delicious warmth filled my stomach. I thrust up into the air, crying.
"P-Please, I'll be s-silent…I-I f-feel like I'm going t-to…b-burst!"
Darius was there again, his gaze tortured. My heartbeat was in my ears, mixed with my cries of agony. Not painful agony, just a thirst, a hunger that threatened to consume me.
He smirked maliciously and took a sniff, growling low in his throat.
"Gods be good…" He was at my neck and I shifted.
Closer
Get a little closer.
I drooled and my shaky fingers began loosening ties, his armor came off and he threw it off to the side. The metal contraption landed loudly onto the floor, making a dent in the floor. Too high, too drunk for it to scare me..for it to pull me up for air. It spurred me forward and I began yanking at other things. He stayed still and allowed me to tear his clothing off until his top half was bare.
"Do you know what you are doing?" He asked softly. His breath wafted over me and I sucked it in. I shook my head but I kept running my hands over him.
I crashed. His fangs sinking into neck and joyous rapture ran through me. He sucked and I moaned obscenely. My hips moved, pressing against him and I felt him. He pinned one of my arms down, leaving my other to roam about. It tucked behind his head and his hair felt like soft down and I clutched him close.
Sink deep inside of me
Spread me and fill me
I melted and turned into a puddle of warm syrup. He pulled away and not wasting a moment, he gobbled my lips. Blood mixed with mellifluous darkness dripped onto my tongue and I squealed with delight. Darius kept me pinned and a sound akin to someone enjoying a delectable treat mixed with my own cries.
Yes…enjoy me…
I taste good
And so do you…
It became overwhelming and the cries that leaked out of the poisoned kisses, became louder. He finally allowed me to surface and my body vibrating with heat, liquid fire that seared through my veins.
So hot to realize that Darius had my chest expose, the small buds dark red, the nipples, already hard, hardened when the air touched them. My cheeks flushed and I cried out when he blew on them. I panted, trapped, drowning, and tormented between hot and cold. Dizzy and I thrust hard against him.
Infect me
"Is everything alright in there?"
Darius covered my mouth and placed his index finger on his lips.
He licked my neck, the side he bit into, furthering my cries. In my daze, I couldn't see him moving around quickly and before I knew, I was tucked in and all evidence was wiped cleaned. He even had his armor back on.
He answered the door,
"Good evening, my lady." I focused on calming my panting, my thighs wet and couldn't help but squirm and a small whimper fell from my lips. Blurry…everything was becoming blurry and my body began to thaw into a toe curling explosion.
Hurry back…
Make her go away.
You can't leave me like this…
"I hope we're not being a bother…" Darius's voice became cold.
"I just came to tell you that the water i-is b-boiling for the b-bath. I can have-"
"I'll be down to get it shortly." He moved to close the door.
"I-Is she alright," the lady asked, peering over at the bed.
I could hear my heartbeat, a slow erotic beat of blood and muscle, I could hear the blood and venom hum through my veins. My lungs took in air slowly and expelled it in a blissful fashion.
"We are newly married, all blessings to the Goddess Juno. My new wife is very mousy and your knock seemed to scare her when we were trying to consummate," I heard the woman's embarrassed squeak.
"M-Many blessings for your marriage." I heard her scamper off and the door shut. A breeze of air and the covers were ripped off and I was on my back again.
I reached for the blurred vision of him and I pulled back into the currents.
Explanation: Bella's reaction to venom is like being high. She doesn't change and does not feel pain.
Totally opposite!
She had moderate side effects of being a vampire. Vampires feel warm to her, she's unbreakable, she can eat human food and the high lasts about the same amount of time vampire transformation lasts or if she is continuously bitten.
I don't know.
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