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He thought an hour would be enough time to get his body back to normal, but it was still off, Edward realized. Standing here, now, outside the house, waiting, he couldn't smell a thing, not even Sammi's scent that surely must be out here somewhere.

His legs were a little better, he could walk right, but couldn't run very well. He knew this would wear off eventually but he didn't have time to waste now. He needed to be at full strength. She needed him.

The car was coming now, turning into the wooded trail that lead to his house.

The man in the suit got out, along with the one in his 20's, coming over to him.

"Mr. Cullen.", the man in the suit smiled but got ice from Edward's face in return.

No response. Edward wanted to rip his heart out. The look on the kid's face almost chilled the man in the suit, but he looked away.

"Ready to go?", the man in the suit looked confused.

"Have you…", Edward made himself keep calm in his tone, "done anything to her yet?"

"Not much.", the man informed his irate customer, putting an arm around him, "Don't worry, Sir. You'll get to see everything that happens to her. Maybe we'll even let you participate."

Edward wanted to tear the man's arm off at the shoulder and beat his face with it. Soon, he told the demon inside him. Just wait a little longer.

"Swell.", he retorted, handing the large full envelope to the man in the suit.

"And my rules for this venture are as follows.", the man in the suit began, "You will be cuffed and blindfolded on the ride to our location. Upon arrival, you will remain cuffed until half way through our session. Once I am satisfied that no police are coming, you will be released. After the girl is destroyed, you will be cuffed and blindfolded again and brought back here. Any questions?"

"No.", he said coldly.

"Good, gentlemen," the man in the suit motioned to his men. They came over, handcuffs in hand. "Wrists please."

Edward put his hands out, the snap of the cuffs not too tight but firmly in place, in front of him.

A scarf was tied around his eyes, knotted twice in back of his head.

"This way, Mr. Cullen." They lead him to the car, placing him into the back seat. The doors closed and the engine started, bouncing a bit on the dirt road beneath them.

"I do apologize for us coming into your home uninvited.", the man in the suit was in the back seat, at Edward's right hand side, "We saw you were busy so we took care of business ourselves. I hope you don't mind."

"I do mind.", he answered bitterly, not hiding his contempt, "I control who and what leaves my home. I don't like someone doing things behind my back."

"Well, that's one of the reasons I agreed to let you in on our session tonight.", the man replied, "I think that was my mistake, not waiting to consult you on that."

"Who's with her now?", Edward tried to control his rage.

"Who?", the man asked, "Samantha?"

"Yes.", Edward ground his teeth together, hating being in this man's presence without blood being involved.

"She's not alone.", he assured, "I have a few of my people preparing her for tonight."

Preparing her, Edward hated the way that sounded.

"What does that mean?", he had to ask.

"Makeup, costume.", the man sighed, sounding bored, "We almost made a mistake and gave her a shot of something to make her more…agreeable, but then she reminded us that could've killed her, her being diseased you know."

Edward felt his fists clench, almost breaking his skin as they trembled with raw fury. When his full strength came back, his skin would feel like marble again. Come on, strength, come back NOW, he demanded his body silently. We have some assholes to perish.

"I hope you realize there's not a whole lot you can do to her for this movie.", Edward tried to help buy her some more time, "She is very weak and has a lot of issues that make it impossible to do any hard play with her. That's why I was so upset."

"I understand, Mr. Cullen.", the man answered, "We have a few ideas that might work. And of course, the end result will be her death scene, so, what difference does it really make ?"

"Yes.", Edward agreed with an evil sneer, "The death scene will be…very bloody and messy, I'm sure."

The demon inside him cheered, knowing this meant the men's death, not Sammi's. It made him angry, that he'd have to drink these men now, it would poison this feeling Sammi's blood had given him. He would feel dark again, so soon after basking in the light of her soul. He'd lose some of it. He hated that. He hated THEM. Maybe he could just kill them, without drinking. But he knew he wasn't strong enough to resist that either.

After a silent 15 minutes, the car stopped momentarily and the man in his 30's got out of the front seat, opening some kind of large metal garage door. The car drove inside, the door being pulled down behind them, locked by chains and padlock. His hearing was improving, at least, Edward noticed.

The car stopped and the man in the suit beside Edward reached over, pulling the scarf up and off Edward's face.

"We have arrived, Mr. Cullen.", the man informed with a smile, opening his own door and coming around to open Edward's door. He reached for Edward's arm but he rolled his shoulder, silently ridding himself of this man's sleazy touch.

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