So here it is the next chapter as promised, I hope you all enjoy it. As aways I own nothing :)
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tortured
I screamed again; I wanted it to stop now. I wanted the pain to go away. All I had to do was say yes. But I knew there was a reason I shouldn't, knew something, somewhere would tell me to carry on saying no. But I could barely remember my own name through the burning pain and the overwhelming fear. I just wanted it to stop.
"You want it to stop Bella?" A kind voice asked me, I lifted my tired and sore head to look, but all I could see was a blurry image.
I whimpered in response, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
"All you've got to do is say yes honey and the pain will all go away." The voice broke through my agony. That and she'd stopped cutting into me for a minute.
"Eve...?" I asked my voice coming out in a pained whisper.
"That's right, just say yes Bella." She coaxed me once more.
"Screw yourself!" I groaned, meaning it to come out harsh and angry, but I just didn't have the energy. Something hard smashed into my already beaten face, making blood well in my mouth. I spat it out to the side of me.
"I'm going to leave you for a little while Bella. Rest, and when you're feeling a little better we'll start again shall we?" Eve said, her voice leaving me slowly.
I ached, every part of me hurt. Blood flowed from wounds, bruises formed and teeth were jagged. But through the pain, and the fear I'd still said no, I'd not given in yet. Dad, Sam and Dean would be proud of me if they knew.
My heart hurt as I thought of Dean. I'd only just got him back. He'd admitted he loved me, I'd told him how I felt and now he was gone again. I was here being tortured and he was trying to save the world. It sucked. It sucked that I couldn't just catch a break, that I couldn't just spend some time with the man I loved before the world went to crap in a basket. But hey, at least I'd die knowing I'd told him how I felt.
Thoughts of Dean started comforting me. Sure every part of me hurt, so bad that I was almost begging for death. But it didn't hurt as much as it had when Dean left me. No-where near as bad. Small mercy, but I'd take what I had right now.
Something started making a noise in the corner of the room. My bleeding ears struggled to make out what it was. A song. 'Tainted Love' by Marlin Manson, my ring tone. My ring tone! Yes! That meant my phone was in the room! I could call for help if I could... Dismay tore through me. I couldn't get to my phone, hell even if I'd have been able to break out of my restraints I sure as hell wouldn't make it all the way across the floor to my cell. Not on two broken legs. And they were broken, I'd heard the snaps. Damn it! Now I was officially pissed!
So much anger at my predicament and the fact that I was weak and unable to help myself washed through me that even Jasper's attempts to manipulate my emotions just rolled off me. Something that since they'd ripped my tattoo off me I'd found impossible to resist. And yes, they'd ripped it off, skin and all.
Right, I was fed up with this damsel in distress bullshit and this pity party that I'd been throwing myself. I was not the same fucked up, helpless little girl I'd been, I could get through this! No matter what they threw at me!
Okay, all I had to do was remain calm and think. I looked at my restraints, they were blurry through my now messed up eyes, but I could see them. My blood had run over them, turning them a rusted brown, red colour. My blood! Yes!
My wrists were slippery with my blood and so were the restraints. If I could just... I started moving my wrists slowly up and down in their binds. They gave a little. Not much but enough to fire up a bit of hope in me.
I carried on moving my wrists, ignoring the burning pain as the tender skin there started tearing on the tough leather. But they were giving! I didn't think past getting my hands out of the damn things. I didn't worry about the fact that even if I was out of them then escape would still be impossible or near as dammit anyway. I didn't think of the fact that I was guarded by vampires and the mother of every evil thing we'd ever faced. All I could think of was getting free, everything would fall into place if I could get free.
I was spurred on as my phone started ringing again. Someone was looking for me. Someone would be able to help or send help, as long as I could get to tell them to send the rescue party.
I started crying for the first time through this whole ordeal as one hand slipped free, taking a decent chunk of flesh with it. It hurt my wrecked face to cry, it stung my wounds and hurt my already sensitive eyes. But I couldn't stop the flow, the relief I felt was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Relief at being able to help myself. To be fighting back, however meger that was.
With a shaking and painful hand I clumsily untied my other one before reaching for my feet. As all my injuries were moved I had to literally bite my lip to stop from screaming in agony. The pain was so intense that I wondered why I hadn't passed out. Surely no-one could experience this much pain with out dying from it?
After a massive effort I was free! My legs, my arms were free, no longer chained to this torture table. I now had the problem of getting down from it without causing myself any more injuries and then dragging myself twenty meters or so to my phone. But I was determined, if I had gone through the rest of it and lived then I sure as hell could do this!
I shifted my body to the edge of the table, holding back a scream as broken and bruised body parts were dragged painfully by my own arms.
At the edge of the table, a mere three inches from where I'd started I had to take a breather. Breathing was hurting, blinking was agony and moving was the worse pain I'd ever experienced but I was closer.
I looked down to the floor, it was only a legs length down, but it might as well have been three stories. How did I tackle this? Which ever way I did it, it was gonna hurt like a bitch.
I gritted my jaw in determination and bit down hard on my tongue, it was going to be next to impossible not to scream. With a massive will of effort I used my hands to push myself of the table.
The shock of landing on the floor was worse than I could've imagined. Despite my will power and my metal coaching I couldn't help but give a roar of pain, it was muffled as I placed my hands over my mouth, but still it sounded like an alarm going off inside my own head.
I laid still on the floor, tears flowing freely down my face, black creeping into my vision slightly as the pain flared bright hot. I waited for someone to come and check on me, someone must have heard my outburst.
After five minutes of laying still, I dared to move. I dragged myself with my arms, the effort it took was unbearable, my head struggled to support itself as energy started failing me fast. I'd moved just one of the twenty meters I needed to.
~0~
It felt like hours later, sobbing audibly, shaking and sweating that I reached my phone, which had gone off seven more times since I started my journey.
I rolled myself onto my side and picked up the small little box in my hand. I could barely make out the screen, let alone the buttons, but I'd been using this phone for six months now. Instinctively I knew what was where and how to use it.
I pressed call on the last missed call. I didn't care who answered as long as they could help me.
The line rang and rang, "c'mon, c'mon pick up!" I whispered to the phone, tears still flowing down my face.
"Yeah?" A gruff voice answered.
I sobbed, sobbed so hard that I could barely breath, but I had to get it together. This was my one chance. "Help!" I managed to stutter out. "Help... Please... Bobby!" My mouth was dry, my sobs muffling my voice and the effort of lifting the phone was starting to become too much for me.
"Bella!?" Bobby shouted to me, his voice full of panic and relief at the same time.
"Help me." I begged as the black that I'd been fighting to get here started closing in on me.
Bobby started talking to me, but fatigue was taking over, and the blackness was heavier this time. I caught three words. "GPS... On... Track." That was all before I couldn't fight any longer. I slipped into a deep painful sleep.
~0~
I was woken by pain, by my own scream as I was kicked in my already broken ribs.
"You've been a very bad girl!" A voice hissed in my ear as I was dragged back towards the torture table by my hair.
"Sorry." I muttered, wanting it to come out sarcastic buggt all I managed was a pitiful whine.
"Not yet you aren't Bella but you will be. Why not save yourself the pain and just say yes sugar?" The voice said as I was thrown back onto the table.
"No... No... Please no..." I begged as my arms and legs were forced back to the restraints, the pain making the blackness sweep in again. I tried to reach for it, the blackness took the edge off, the pain didn't hurt so bad then. If I could just reach it, let it take me over again then I could survive this. There was a reason I only had to hold on a little longer, but I couldn't remember what it was. A little longer, that was all.
A sharp stabbing pain was in my arm, making the blackness go away a little bit, before warm started radiating in me.
"There you are. A little caffeine solution, and another ingredient or two. You won't be sleeping for a while Bella. I want you awake for our girl time, I so enjoy it, don't you?" Eve said to me as my eyes widened, my vision returning and my heart beginning to race in my chest. My mind sped up to work as well. Whatever the mixture was that she'd given me, it worked. I was wide awake.
"Oh yeah, I'm just loving the bonding going on here. But I'm having all the fun, that doesn't seem fair. Maybe you should give it a go?" I asked, a sardonic smile flitting across my face.
"Oh no, I couldn't possibly take this away from you Bella." Eve said with a smile. "Did you manage to ring for help?"
"No, I passed out before I could ring. But if you'd bring my phone over here I'll give it another ago." I sassed Eve, lying my head off and hoping she'd believe me.
"And stop our fun together? I couldn't possibly." Eve grinned at me.
"Ah well, worth a try." I said with a smile.
"Now, I've got to stop you doing that again haven't I Bella?" Eve smiled, while going to her tray of instruments. My heart sped up even faster as she came back with a blood soaked hammer. "I think one arm will do, and I'll even let you choose which. Of course you can always say yes?"
"Not a chance. And the left arm please, I'm right handed." I said, trying for nonchalant but tears had already started forming in my eyes in anticipation of what was coming next.
"As you wish." She smiled wider before turning her head to something behind her in the shadows. "Emmett be a dear and fetch Charlie for me will you son. He's missing the show."
I gasped. "No, don't make him watch this! Please!" I begged. This would destroy him.
"Then just say yes and he won't have to." Eve smiled at me once more. A smile I now loathed, one that I would gladly tear off with my bare hands, if only I could move them.
"No." I whispered, not sure if I was doing the right thing now. But if Eve had me, her true vessel, then surely things wouldn't be good for humanity? "Hey Eve? What would change? I mean why do you need me as a vessel, you've already got one and that ones all sweet and innocent looking. Pure if you don't mind me saying so."
"My powers are limited in this girl, but with you they would be unstoppable. In this body I can control my children, but in yours I could make them slaves and I could create more. The world will be ours as it was meant to be." Eve smiled angelicly at me. "And you were so close to ruining it for me as well."
"How?" I asked confused, wanting to keep the conversation going, and also if I had almost ended her plans I wanted to know how.
"Dean." Huh Dean? "If you two had..."
Okay I got it now. "Played hide the taco?" I suggested with a smirk.
"Crudely put but yes. If you two had gone all the way, you'd be useless as my vessel, I can only be in one still pure. But we're lucky Bella." Strange, cause I didn't feel so lucky right now. "We had some of my children at hand. Edward was able to see when Dean was about to... And then one of my other children would plant a suggestion in the minds of one of your friends to interrupt you. So, as you see. Very lucky." Well that explained a hell of a lot.
"Yeah, lucky for you perhaps, but not so much for me. And poor Dean." I said with a forced smile. I needed to keep her talking, the more she talked the longer I went without pain.
"He'll get over it." Eve said with a wave of her hand. "He's already tainted with the bodies of others, an act that god himself deemed only right if one of your kind was married, isn't that so? So if you see it that way, then I actually saved your soul Bella, you should be grateful to me." Yeah about as grateful as I was for smallpox covered blankets.
"Times have changed." I muttered.
"But has God changed with those times?" Eve smirked at me. "He certainly seems to have given up on humanity, maybe he wouldn't care? Still why take the chance?"
"I'm a risk taker." I snapped back as I heard the squeaking sound that heralded Charlie's return.
"You shouldn't be. Life's too short. Or your lives are anyway. If you say yes, you'll live inside me forever Bella. And who doesn't want that?"
"Er... Me!" I replied, I had once upon a time but not anymore, not since I'd seen what it cost, not since I'd found real life and started living it.
"Bella...?" Charlie's voice tore my attention away from my captor. His face was creased in pain as he looked over my broken and battered body.
"Hey dad." I smiled at him, wanting to reassure him that I was okay, or at least as okay as I could be.
"Now we can start again!" Eve said, sounding like the child she was possessing.
"No! Get the hell away from my daughter!" Dad screamed at Eve.
"I won't leave her, not until she says yes." Eve smirked before raising the bloodied hammer.
"Don't look dad." I begged before it was brought down with force onto my right arm. Bitch. "Ahhhhhh!" I couldn't stop the scream that escaped me as the hammer snapped my bone sickenly in my arms.
"Bella! Bella!" Dad screamed as well, his voice choked as tears swarmed down both our faces.
"Say yes Bella." Eve whispered in my ear.
"No." I spat out.
"Just say yes honey." Charlie said from his own restraints, his eyes glassy and his words mechanic. Something was making him do this.
"What?" I asked, gasping, my voice pained and quivering.
"Say yes, then it'll all go away. You don't want it to hurt anymore do you sweetheart?" His words were still coming out in a monotone.
"Whatever you're doing stop it." I hissed at Eve, exhausted but wired at the same time.
She opened her mouth to answer me but was cut off as a huge bang shook the already delicate building. Dust rained down from the dilapidated ceiling and landed on my face. Eww.
"What was that?" Eve asked sharply before moving towards the door. "Come." She said to Emmett and someone else in the thick shadows. Together the three of them left the room to investigate.
"Bella... Are you ok?" Charlie asked me in his normal voice, the second thing that left with Eve had obviously been what was controlling him. My guess was another vampire, but I didn't know for sure and it didn't really matter right now.
"I'll live." I said, trying desperately to mask the pain that I felt burning so fiercely under my skin.
"Bells, whatever you do, carry on saying no. You're doing brilliantly. I'm so proud of you." Charlie said, his voice full of the tears he was shedding.
Something moved into the room. Silently it kept to the shadows. They kept to the shadows. There were two of them. The hairs on my arms started rising, what was this new thing that we'd have to face? This other obstacle we'd have to overcome if we were ever to get out of here.
The two figures crept out of the shadows and started jogging towards my father and me.
"B... Sweetheart!" Dean whispered as he got to my side. "What have they done to you?" He asked me gently, his voice breaking with pain as he looked me over, his beautiful green brown eyes held pain as he looked at my battered body.
"I'm okay. Get my dad out." I said, tears falling as I looked over the love of my life. He was okay, not a scratch on him to my utter relief. And he was here to rescue me! He really was my knife in white shining armour right now.
"Sam'll get Charlie. I've got you sweetheart." Dean said as he gently started undoing my restraints.
"I love you!" I gasped through the pain as he faltered over my broken legs. I needed to say that, needed him to hear it. It was my main reason for getting free, so I could tell him how he made me feel just one more time.
"I love you too B. C'mon sweetheart I'm gonna get you out of here. I'm sorry this is gonna hurt baby girl." Dean warned me, his eyes clouded with pain and remorse. "I'm sorry." He whispered to me as he gently lifted me from the table.
I gasped with agony, I couldn't help it, but I stopped myself from screaming as I was carried quickly from the room where I'd been so brutally tortured. Carried away in Deans strong arms.
"Put your arm round my neck B." Dean whispered into my ear.
I tried moving so my left arm, the one furthest from Deans body could loop around his neck, giving me a better feeling of security. I groaned in pain. I couldn't do it, it crushed my damaged arm and my broken ribs. It hurt too much.
"I can't." I whispered, defeated. "She broke my other arm, and it hurts. I'm sorry, I can't." My words were coming faster as my heart sped up even more. What the hell had been mixed with that caffeine?
"It's ok. I'll deal." Dean said back with a tight smile. He was hurting, whether from my weight or something else I couldn't tell.
"Put me down D, come back with Sammy when dad's out of here." I whispered as we entered a long hallway, a chink of natural light visible at the end. It was the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen. It was freedom.
"No-way in hell B. What you think I can't carry a little girl like you?" Dean smirked at me.
"I'm not a little girl, and by the way you're looking I'm guessing I'm not such a little weight." I rolled my eyes at him.
"No. No you're defiantly not a little girl." Deans eyebrows raised suggestivley. "And I promise you ggsweetheart, you are not that heavy."
"Whatever." I smiled up at Dean, happy that I was in his arms. That I wasn't going to have to go through anymore pain. I knew I shouldn't rely on anyone else for my safety, but I trusted Dean with everything. He'd earned it time and time again, always having my back, even when it put his own in danger, even when it got him hurt.
We reached the chink of light, some rotten boards that had been prised apart to reveal the sunshine outside.
"Dean!" Sam called his head poking through the wall.
"We're here, get the car started!" Dean called back, his voice strained. Yeah, I wasn't heavy my ass.
"Pass her here." Sam's hands reached through the gap for me, his voice worried and frantic.
"I've got B, get the car started, we gotta get out of here quik!" Dean said back as he held me tighter to his huge chest.
"Charlie's got the car ready." Sam said, his hands moving so that Dean could climb through with me.
We emerged in the sun, which burnt my over sensitive eyes, weeds knee high surrounded the dilapidated house, and the Impala stood twenty feet away.
Together Sam and Dean ran at a crouch, which must have killed Dean burdened as he was by my weight, to the car.
"Gun it!" Dean shouted as him and me were safely in the back seat and Sammy had dived into the passenger seat.
Charlie stamped on the gas peddle making the car squeal as we peeled out of the weed riddled garden onto the dirt path which led from the house.
We were silent until we reached the tarmac road, all our breathing loud as the danger passed meter by meter.
"We need to get to the nearest hospital." Sam was the first to break the silence, his order directed at my dad who was furiously driving away, not slowing down for anything. How he could see properly through his busted and swollen eye I had no idea but I was glad that he could.
"No." Dad told him back, his voice quiet and focused.
"Charlie, I don't know if you've noticed but your daughter needs medical attention. Now." Deans voice was a low growl as he held me still in his arms. One of his hands gently stroked my unbroken arm sending waves of desire and love through my body.
"We can't go to a hospital." Charlie repeated himself. "They'll find us there, we need to find somewhere safe and fix her up there."
"No offence, I love you guys and all, but I'm not so sure that you can mend broken bones without a doctor." I said my voice loud and still fast. "And they pumped some shit into my veins, I'm thinking that maybe we should make sure that isn't some poison or something that will turn me into one of her freaks."
"Where?" Dean growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"Back at the mansion." I replied confused, where else.
"Where did they stick you with the needle B?" Dean growled sounding exasperated.
"Right arm middle top, the fleshy part." I rattled out.
Dean moved me slightly, trying to not jolt me too much, but enough so that he could see my right arm. "It's not poison." Dean stated sounding releaved.
"How do you know? You got a medical degree that I don't know anything about?" I asked Dean with a raise of my eyebrows.
"No, most common poisons show around the area of infection. I can't see anything, I'm pretty sure you're good B." Dean told me softly, his eyes staring into my own, sadness and love all held within his amazing green eyes.
"So if we can't go to a hospital where do we go? Bella needs a doctor." Sam said, his voice insistent as he spoke to Charlie, I noticed that he avoided looking and talking to me and Dean whenever possible. What was up with that? Was he still evil? What had happened with Lucifer? I thought that we had a lot to talk about as soon as we were somewhere safe.
"We get her somewhere safe and then I know a woman, she's a hunter but she started out being a nurse. She'll know what to do." Charlie said, his eyes not leaving the road.
"Then get us to Bobby's." Dean said. "There's nowhere safer and the old man's been doing his nut in looking for B." Warmth flowed through me at his words, Bobby had been worried about me? He'd sent Sam and Dean, that I knew, but I hadn't known he'd been worried. My affection levels for the man doubled.
"Bobby?" Charlie asked confused for a second before his expression cleared a bit. "Bobby Singer? You know him?"
"Bobby's like our adopted dad, we've known him forever." Sam said his voice low and sad, his face miserable in the rear-view mirror. I didn't know how I was feeling about Sam right now, after all he'd left me for dead and might have raised Lucifer himself, but I hated to see him so sad.
"You've met him too Bells?" Charlie asked me in a soft voice, his eyes still not leaving the road, I had a feeling that he was desperately trying not to look at me for some reason.
"Yeah, Bobby helped to train me. He's a good man, and he says good things about you dad. Miserable igit though." I smirked, my words still coming fast.
"Bobby it is then. Where do I need to go?" Charlie asked, his voice low and focused.
"We're about three hours away." Dean said, while stripping himself of his shirt trying not to move me at all while he did. Once he was just in his wife beater he started mopping up some of my blood, his eyes soft and pained as I whimpered as he touched the worst of my injuries.
"We'll be there soon sweetheart, don't worry." He whispered to me as Charlie stomped his foot down harder on the gas, speeding for the first time in my life. His eyes flashing with something, anger I thought, as he looked into the back seat for the first time since we'd been in the car. I didn't think things were gonna be all happy families now we were back together somehow.
So... What do you think Charlie's problem is? who is he mad at and why? and how will Dean handle Bella being tortured? I'd love to hear what you all think :) until next time Love always Tametiger x