Chapter 2

* Edward is very evil in this chapter – enjoy !*

The man in the suit's voice greeted the knocker after the door slowly opened.

"Welcome Mr. Cullen.", the man said, and a slow confident set of footsteps sounded on her mother's wooden floor, entering without a word.

"Thank you." the quiet male voice replied as if this was a social meeting instead of the end of her life.

"You remember my rules, correct?", the man in the suit began politely.

"Of course." the new male voice sounded younger, almost teenage to her ears.

He held up his arms, waiting a moment as the one who'd been at the window patted him down, feeling up and down his legs for weapons or wires.

"He's good." the man announced, finished with his check.

"I do trust you, son." the suited man almost apologized, "You've never given me any cause to doubt you, but I must protect myself and my interests always."

"I understand." the young man's voice answered, not insulted at all.

"Let's get right to it, then." the one in charge got to his business, putting his hand on the shoulder of his young client, bringing him over to the chair off to the far right of the house.

"This is Samantha.", the one in the suit introduced her as if this were a date, "She is 16 years old, she is athletic, right now she's on the swim team, and seems very quiet, not difficult like the last one I acquired for you. Sorry about her."

The young voice gave a chuckle, folding his arms. "It's alright, I enjoyed her. It was fun to make her obey."

"Oh good.", the suited one sounded relieved his client liked his last purchase. She felt herself crying again, hating herself for her weakness. She wanted to be tough in their eyes, to spit in their faces and call them sons of bitches.

"Where is she now?" the one in charge asked, only curious, not really caring for the former girl.

With a grin, the young man's voice simply replied, "Sadly, pretty little things break far too easily."

"Yes.", the man in the suit sounded like a car salesman to her ears suddenly, "Well, take a look at her and let me know what you think."

"Hmmm.", the young voice came a bit closer to her, slowly, not putting hands on her yet. The tension was physically painful and she let out a small anguished breath, almost panting, trying to stop the tears.

"She's a little scared." the one in charge informed, shrugging, "Pay no attention."

"She should be." the young voice was smooth as silk as he finally stood right before her. The other two men chuckled at this remark, watching from a small distance.

Samantha was quivering all over, not able to control it. She hadn't seen the man's face yet but she wanted to, in the small hope that if she survived, she could identify him too.

The young man was wearing a long black leather coat and as she was looking at his sleeve, his arm moved, his hand coming towards her.

She leapt with a violent jerk, a small yelp tearing out of her throat as the other men laughed.

"See?" the one in the suit smiled, "Very timid. You should have no aggravation with this one."

The young man in the leather coat before her tried again, his hand was not violent or rough, but cool and hard. His finger curled under her wet chin, giving it a small tap, urging her to look up at him.

"Come on." he coaxed as if talking to a pony.

Without even deciding to, she found her eyes slowly moving up, seeing his legs, strong and muscular looking within the tight black stonewashed jeans. Under the leather jacket, he wore a white t-shirt, not hiding his perfectly chiseled chest beneath. Her eyes touched his face at last. His chin had a slight cleft in it, his cheekbones perfect and sloped towards his full pink lips. Most of all, his eyes were strangely beautiful, too stunning to be normal. A weird color glinted in his pupils that she couldn't make out too well in the dark. His hair was a mixture of red and dark brown, it swept upward, a few hairs served as wisps of bangs and the length was a bit past his neck, but not yet touching his shoulders. One diamond stud earring in his earlobe, saying he was straight not gay.

He looked down at her, getting a little closer, studying her eyes that she hoped were speaking volumes of hate to his right now.

"I wanted blue eyes." Edward's lips formed a small frown, "These are green."

Screw you ! was the first thing that came to her mind.

"What's the difference?", the man in his 20's chimed in out of turn.

Edward shot him a look of defiance.

"Shut up." the one in the suit ordered his employee, then to Edward, still spoke like that salesman trying to close the deal.

"Very sorry, Mr. Cullen." he began, "I thought they were blue. Of course, I can always drop the price, as you are a loyal customer."

She couldn't believe she was hearing this. Now he was marking her down like a dented can.

He gave a small sigh, looking her over some more, touching her almost black hair softly, trailing a finger down her neck towards her shoulder, leaving an icy trail behind, then stopped, taking his hand away.

"Price?" Edward almost sang the question, not taking his eyes off her little face.

"For you", the suited man replied calmly, "And since the eyes weren't right, seven thousand dollars."

"Any others besides her?" Edward asked, as if only out of curiosity.

"One or two." the suited man informed, "But they are older, not what you prefer."

The silence was long after that. Samantha wondered what these guys would do to her if this boy didn't want to buy her. She'd probably be killed right then. A tear ran down her cheek, either way, she'd never see her parents again, or her little brother, the little jerk. Right now, she'd kiss him if she ever got to see him again.

"Wrap her up." Edward finally said after a long deadly silence, agreeing to accept the merchandise.

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