Chapter 5
"Have fun with your new friend, too.", he gave a chuckle and hung up.
Jerk, Edward turned and hung up the receiver. He thinks it's funny that a vampire who's hungry has to entertain a young human girl for a few days in his private secluded mansion.
Well, there was always my private little stash, Edward opened the refrigerator again, taking a small bottle out, shaking it up. It looked to the girl like tomato juice.
Taking a small gulp of his 'juice', the man looked back at her again. She was sitting in the corner still, shivering, afraid to take the water, afraid of everything.
"I'm going to stay over here for awhile." Edward broke the silence, making her body jump, "You can drink your water, it's safe. I won't bother you."
His voice was a little gruff and unfeeling, she thought as she considered reaching for the water bottle. Evian water, she saw the label, fancy bottled water. She didn't trust this, he was being too nice.
"I want to tell you.", Edward began as he always did with the girls he saved lately, "I mean you no harm. The way I acted back at your house, that was for the benefit of the men who kidnapped you. I have been working with a policeman to get their trust so I can find all the girls they have abducted. I apologize for scaring you but as I said, you are safe here. You can drink the water."
The bottled blood was mediocre in taste; cold and stale. Dead blood from a hospital. Edward put it down on the counter, hopping up and sitting on it as he looked at the girl. She still didn't believe him or trust him. This was going to be a long few days.
Her blood was sweet smelling, the scent of lemon trapped in it. He wanted to get away from her but it wasn't safe yet. She'd try to run and he had to baby sit her now, he was the cop on duty to guard her here. It was the equivalent to asking a starving man to watch a porterhouse steak for a few days. He didn't like this. He needed to feed on warm flesh soon. A few days was too long. He wouldn't make it.
Entertain her, Edward thought, standing up to go get the remote control for the TV.
"No!", she flew back into the wall, smacking her head with a hard thud sound, she began crying quietly, her one eye peeking at him from under her long black hair.
"It's okay.", Edward assured, stopping in his tracks, putting his hands up, "I was just going to turn the TV on for you."
"I don't watch TV.", she finally spoke, in a whisper, still so terrified.
"You don't watch TV?" Edward raised a brow, "I thought every kid always watched TV."
"I'm not every kid.", she said back, a little tone of defiance there.
"Whatever.", Edward heard himself say, going to the coffee table anyway, getting the remote.
His back was facing her now, only a couple feet away. Samantha remembered watching all those criminal shows, saying to her father, If that were me, I'd do something, fight back to get free. He had told her she didn't know how she'd react in that real life situation, but she had scoffed at him, saying, the ones who survive are the ones who dare to fight back.
"Don't do it Samantha." Edward warned with a casual voice, not turning towards her. Then to scare her away from him, he added, "If you're bad, I'll have to give you a good spanking."
At this, she leapt up, grabbed the glass water bottle and smashed it against the corner of a table nearby. It broke nicely, water exploding onto the floor and herself, and the jagged edges of the broken bottle made a sharp weapon.
Edward turned slowly, knowing what he'd see before he saw it. He decided to be patient with her, for as long as he could. Anger would not help his thirst go away.
"Samantha", Edward said her name in a calm monotonous tone.
"Get back, FUCKER!", she tried to sound tough, cursing. She hated to curse. But she, too, was playing a part now, to save herself.
A smile rose up on Edward's lips as he replied, "You know my name, how nice of you."
"Get AWAY!", she screamed, her quivering hand grasped the broken bottle tight, thinking she had a chance to escape.
Poor little girl, Edward thought, she was going to be a nuisance to watch over these next few days.
"I am trying very hard to be patient with you Samantha.", Edward informed, controlling himself, "I said I won't hurt you. Put that down before you hurt yourself."
If she cut herself accidentally, it would be too much to see her blood. He would have to have it.
"Move away from the phone!", she demanded with a shrill shriek, "Get over there, in the corner."
Edward gave a bitter laugh. "You don't think for a moment that you're gonna put me into a corner, do you?"
"NOW!", she screamed. She thought she'd get to call her Dad if she could get to the phone. Edward didn't want that. He handled the parents of these girls himself, not wanting the police alerted and the press to tell everything that was happening. It would ruin the work he was trying to do. Not to mention, the men he wanted to feed on.
"I can see I'm going to have to be stern with you Samantha.", he sighed, not wanting to, but then added, "You give me no choice."
In a flash, he was upon her, his ice cold hands grabbed her wrists.
"Careful.", his voice was in her ears, speaking gently, again, like she was a stubborn horse he had to break, "Drop it."
He didn't like being this close to her struggling body, it tempted him to drink. He wanted to do this quickly and get away from her again.
"Drop it before I break your wrist.", he threatened with a cold sneer. He intended to scare her away so he could move away from her. If he stayed this close for too long, he would need her blood.
His hands were like metal handcuffs, not soft and pulsing as a man's would be when trying to hold her still. It didn't seem to take any effort at all on his part to hold her.
But she didn't drop it. He was getting angry now. Did she want to be killed?
"One…", the man's voice growled, counting down, giving her one last chance to do as he said, "Two…don't make me say three, Samantha. DROP – IT – NOW."
She let go of it, and it landed on the rug without breaking any further.
"Good girl." Edward gave her a small praise, but then took her to the nearby sofa, black leather exterior.
"Sit.", he barked the order roughly, holding her hands together with his one hand. It was still the strongest hold he had over her, she couldn't budge her hands at all.
He could not have this going on for days, he had to restrain her, make her be still so the monster in him would behave. The demon wasn't used to pretty human company.
"I tried to be nice, remember that.", Edward said as he bit on a roll of duct tape, sticking the end on her wrist, then wrapped it around her wrists about ten or eleven times, securing them. Then he did the same to her ankles, just in case, taping around the socks so there wouldn't be much pain in removing that later.
"My father is a lawyer!" she screamed, trying to fight him off.
Big deal, I'm a vampire, Edward thought, smirking to himself as he finished her ankles. Both of us are bloodsuckers, he thought with a grin.
"He will put you in the gas chamber!", she threatened, feeling the rape was coming soon.
Smiling wider, Edward stood up, taking the roll of tape with him. He stopped, looking at her again.
"You'll be on death row for about 10 years first, too.", she shouted, "Every prisoner there will rape your ass every day! You'll be prison MEAT!"
At this, Edward turned back to her, sighing and tearing a piece of duct tape off the roll, with one palm sticking it over her protesting mouth.
"There", he said, feeling more at ease now, "When you calm down, we'll talk again. Or, I'll talk – you'll listen.."
Picking every little piece of glass off the carpet, Edward threw it away in the adjoining garage. He came back into the basement, sitting back on the counter near the bar, taking his bottle again and drinking a couple of sips, not enjoying it very much, but it was better than being hungry. This thirst was putting him in a fowl mood. If this girl was going to be around, and be this impossible, he'd have to feed on someone soon.
A drug dealer would come to the house if Edward called him. Like a pizza being delivered, that was very convenient. But the girl couldn't see him kill anyone. He'd have to keep her down here during her stay.
Flipping channels on TV, Edward tried to quiet the girl down. This seemed to pacify humans, this box of lights. He saw on one screen a little red MTV logo at the bottom and he left that on for her. Detective Langston had suggested that
"Watch the videos like a quiet little girl.", Edward suggested as if she were three years old, "If you behave maybe I'll feed you later."
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