Chapter 5: Breaking Curfew
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Elta blinked as Alec swiftly picked up Gianna and carried her back to the lobby. Aro's smile widened as he looked at her.
"That, my dear, was a very beautiful composition," he voiced.
"I didn't write it. I just know it by heart," Elta admitted, keeping her eyes on her high tops.
"Maybe not, but your gift is extraordinary. If it can do that to humans whilst you are still in your current state, imagine what it could do to anyone whence you are one of us!" Aro commented, his voice racing with excitement.
"One of you?" Elta questioned, swallowing a scream. Aro nodded.
"Yes, dear child. You think that we would let someone with a gift of your kind go to waste? Not a chance! Unless, of course, you would prefer death," he said. Elta shook her head violently. "That's what I thought. Now, if you could all please excuse us, Elta and I have some business to attend to upstairs," he spoke to the other vampires, leading Elta by the hand up a steep staircase in the corner of the room that she had never notice before. Once they were out of earshot, or so Elta thought, she began questioning.
"How long is this going to take? I have a curfew of 11," she said, sneaking a look at the watch on her wrist. It said 10:30. Aro laughed.
"My dear, this process takes time. You will be breaking curfew by several days, several years. Now, come here," he ordered her. Elta obediently lay upon the table he indicated. Aro strapped down her limbs, looking down upon her sinisterly. Elta suddenly wished she had let him kill her. Aro bore down upon her, exposing his teeth. "This will only hurt a lot. Scream freely, I will think no less of you for it," Aro said gently as his teeth neared her throat. Before he even touched her, Elta's screaming began.
So much pain, Elta thought. She wanted it over. Elta had no idea how long it had been since Aro's venom had been injected into her system. It felt like centuries to her, but her time judgment was not very legitimate right now. Then Elta realized that the pain was fading slightly from her fingertips. She closed her mouth and her incessant screaming stopped. Elta wiggled her fingertips a little; happy she could actually move them! She soon discovered that her toes would wiggle inside of her high tops. Elta was ecstatic. This must mean the 3 days was nearly over! Thank god! I need to get up. I'm so stiff, Elta complained to herself.
About 4 hours or so went by and Elta figured out that she could lift her legs as far as her restraints would let her. After another 3, her arms would move up to the elbow. Two hours later, she had regained full mobility in her arms. Now all I have to do is get my body and head moving, Elta thought, trying her hardest to move her butt in some small way.
Two and a half hours later, she succeeded. From her waist down could move. Elta grinned to herself. Almost done, her thoughts voiced. Next, Elta worked on her stomach. Two hours later, she could have been a belly dancing fool for all she was moving.
Another hour later, Elta's whole torso could move. Another hour after that, she lifted her head and her eye's fluttered open.
"Aro, I'm done."