-A/N Sorry if this took so long, but I've got to sleep sometime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS CHAPTER HAS CUSSING, NUDITY, THINGS BEING LIT ON FIRE AND DESTROYED, AND THE ACCIDENTAL DESTRUCTION OF A CHICKEN, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED.-
Chapter six- Oh, the games we play.
-Bella's point of view. -
We arrived back at the theatre, and slipped in after Medea flashed our tickets to a teenager behind the counter with many pockmarks on his face. He stared at me, and I flashed him a grin.
It may have been cruel, giving him hope, but I felt like he needed a pick me up.
We walked into the theatre to discover one of three things, Oliver and Charles were both ogling the main actor/actress during a sex scene, Thomas and Himiko were throwing popcorn into Charles long beautiful hair, making an odd game out of it. And, to my utter disgust Victoria and Alexander were making out, making sounds that I assumed only pigs did while eating.
Because neither of us was very pleased with our evening's dates, we decided to sit by ourselves and talk. We spoke at a pitch that no human would have ever heard, so we didn't disturb anyone.
We talked about our lives as kids, I learned a lot about Medea's childhood that was left out in the stories. She'd had a pet dog, his name long since forgotten to her. She'd loved to play with dolls, and was fascinated by sculpting, and even tried her hand at this trade.
She'd also spoken about how she came upon this path in life, how she came to be a witch. She'd been a very lonely girl, being the granddaughter of the Sun God Helios; she'd been a priestess of Hecate, the Goddess of the Underworld, Sorcery, the dark, fear, happiness, victory too, along with many other things.
When she'd become a priestess, she'd been so happy. She'd never had many friends in life, besides the occasional sympathetic servant. When she'd become a priestess, she'd been empowered with happiness for the first time. She'd become friends with many other priestesses, and even a few of the priest, she'd also found a good use for her love of learning.
I even explained my past, my klutzy ways, my ability to trip over air even. All the fun times I had with Renee, the first time I met Phil. I explained everything that happened the from the first minute I set foot in Forks to live there to my very last slumber.
It was hard to talk about it; I couldn't cry to release the raging tears that so desperately to flow out of me, my tears would have relieved this pain.
While letting out tearless sobs, I asked Medea a question that made my heart burn in pain.
"What's wrong with me, Medea? What did I do to chase him away?" I sobbed, what would you have done? The man you've just given to your life to, who's become your everything, just up and leaves you. He tells you that your not worth it anymore, that he's got 'distractions', not anything important, no just 'distractions' that are more important than you.
"You did nothing wrong Isabella! From what it sounds like, he was just being…foolish." Medea spoke softly, trying to soothe my angry soul.
"Why don't we head back, I hate this movie anyway." I just nodded. Medea volunteered to get everyone together so we could leave; I walked briskly out of the theatre, pretending to be in angry, instead of showing my sorrow. Anger, I could handle. Sorrow is not something I can deal with.
I walked outside, and leaned against a wall, pretty soon the others were out there, the couples talking about this and that, what they liked best about the movie and such.
Oliver walked over; he offered me his arm in a gentle man like manner. I was reminded of Edward, but I pushed the image of him out of my mind.
'Edward be damned, I have no reason to think about him anymore. He's ruined enough of me as it is.'
We drove back to the house in an air of light humor, shimmering around us like a summer breeze.
Once inside, we went into the living room after Medea told them about my idea for a game, all of them got a shiver from the name.
We sat in couples, Oliver and I on the floor, with our legs stretched out comfortably, Victoria and Alexander on the love seat, holding each other's hand. Medea and Charles shared a recliner; she easily fit into his lap with her petite form. Himiko and Thomas sat half laying on one another while perched on the couch.
"So, how do we start this game?" queried the lovely Himiko. Her voice sounded like many bells and wind chimes blown and rung in a heavenly chorus.
"Well, it is called truth or dare for a reason. Each person has to ask another person the question 'Truth or Dare' if they pick truth, they have to tell you the truth about anything you ask them. If they decided to do a dare, then they will be forced to do anything you say."
Immediately, mixed looks crossed each vampires face. Looks of intense pleasure at the prospect of being allowed a chance to humiliate another of their coven, and intense fear because they also realized that this made them vulnerable as well.
"Can I go first?" Asked Medea, malice glittered in her eyes like a black diamond. I smiled, feeling suddenly very bad for the person she was about to pick.
"Sure, go right ahead Medea." I retorted, all of the other's immediately tensed up, except for Victoria and myself.
Medea turned and fixed her honey eyed gaze on Charles, who looked like he should be sweating bullets.
"My dear, dear Charles. Truth, or Dare?" Her icy voice cooed, and the poor red head knew he was in trouble.
"I pick dare." His voice was shaking, and he could scarcely make eye contact with Medea.
"Wonderful choice darling," Medea looked truly, for all the world like an evil witch at that moment. Her hair fluttered in some unseen breeze and her enchanting yellow eyes literally glowed in dark humor, and at that moment we all froze in sheer terror from the instinct to recoil at the magic that was being worked by her undead power, but Medea's dare was not yet finished.
"Charles, darling, I dare you to strip for us all…and to give our darling Isabella a lap dance."
There was a mixed response from the audience.
Himiko let out a sigh of relief that it had not been her, while shooting me a look of pity. Thomas simply chuckled, leaving to presumably find a camcorder to record this 'hilarious' event. Medea was cackling like some escapee from an asylum while rubbing her hands together in dark delight. Charles was frozen, staring at me like I was a hideous gorgon and he some poor hero transfixed by my gaze that would turn him to stone. Oliver was doing a lovely impression of a fish by flapping his mouth open and shut, and his eyes blinked so many times I assumed his eye lids would catch fire from friction. Alexander and Victoria were howling with laughter, holding there sides, attempting to say words to humiliate Charles further, but they would only fall back into hysteria.
My reaction on the other hand was something along the lines of this, "Medea…I hope you remember that I will have my revenge." I said, my voice dropping to a deadly pitch.
Thomas returned, and Medea ordered Charles to begin his dare, but first Medea had to put this atrocious event to music. She slipped in a CD, and I recognized the song almost instantly.
It was the worst song ever conceived by any being alive, it was Barbie girl song.
Charles began his moves. I was forced to sit in a chair for this. Charles slowly thrust his pelvis into the air nearest my face, his body moving slowly to the beat of the song. He reached up and pulled black silk ribbon that bound his hair, and slid it slowly out in front of him, and threw it to me, I caught it, and smelled the faintest scent of wine, Charles smelled like wine.
Slowly he began to move his hips to the rhythm, his perfect body glowing like some silver Adonis, his body more tantalizing than a Gods, his eyes like liquid platinum as he swayed to the rhythm.
He moved his hand slowly up to his chest and began to unbutton his black dress shirt, leaving it on but open, giving me a lovely view of his sculpted frame. His neck was simply beautiful, flowing out into wide framed shoulders, his chest masculine and stout, his nipples was about the size of sand dollars and looked like they were forged from silver tempered with steel. This sculpted upper frame led to an equally lovely lower view, his abb's flexed and rippled, his hips swaying sensually to the music. He slid the shirt off, providing me with a lovely view of his whole upped body. He glided over to me, using his natural grace he turned and lowered his body close to mine, rubbing his round and firm butt so close I almost felt my mouth water. He laid in the air, hovering three inches above me now, and then thrust his hips up, putting his arms behind him, they slowly wrapped around me, and he continued to thrust to the rhythm.
He turned, and winked playfully. He unzipped his pants and slid them slowly down to his upper thighs, he was wearing tight black briefs that I assumed were satin. His pants slid to the floor, and I gasped along with ever other female in the room –aside from Medea.-
What looked like a fire hydrant packed firmly into his dark undergarments. He swayed, thrusting once more, his apparent manhood very apparent. Finally, he ripped his final piece of clothing off, and ever female in the room nearly fell over, -except Medea, of course.- because there, was what appeared to be shining white baseball bat. Charles bowed, and then ran at full speed to find some clothes while Medea switched off the music. Slowly, Victoria turned and looked at Medea, mouth wide open in shock.
"How in the name of God can you still walk after that? You have to be a masochist, because that, my dear, was a freaking monster."
Himiko nodded, still staring wide-eyed were Charles had been, much to the displeasure of Thomas.
I said nothing, because I wasn't inhaling enough air to make sound. I was sure that I'd just become electrocuted.
But, I snapped out of it and sarcasm quickly rose to cover my lust, I turned to Medea and winked, and with a playful smile I just replied with a simple even tone. "You know Medea, there is one stereotype that is true, at least for you."
"Oh, really? What's that?" She smiled smugly. I just winked, and the part of me that had picked up some of Victoria's attitude choose to shine through then. "Its true that at least some witches can ride broom sticks." Medea instantly started to giggle uncontrollably, Victoria and Himiko were on the floor, screaming out with peals of almost musical laughter. Oliver, was on the laying down, having what looked like a seizure. Alexander and Thomas were both looking rather nauseous.
Charles strolled back into the room in a pair of tight, fitted black jeans, and an emerald green short sleeve T-shirt.
He turned to me, and with an air of playful arrogance with a voice like honeyed wine, "Is it my turn?"
I gave a light flick of my head, trying not to wonder what kind've thing's he and Medea did alone.
He turned and gave a smile that could shame the dark prince of hell himself, his eyes flickering towards me. I gulped, what was he plotting.
"Truth or dare, oh fair Isabella?" He called quietly, his voice like liquid passion as he spoke. I thought about it, then decided on my fate.
"I'll pick dare." He smiled gleefully, and I instantly regretted it. But I pushed down the fear, just in time to.
"I dare you to run down the place of my choosing, at human speed, dressed in only a thong and a feather boa, screaming you would like to pole dance for the Queen of our humble England."
I was sure that this was hell, no seriously. Fire could not burn as much as the thought of actually doing this.
I went up stairs, and with the help of the other girls, we got everything together, Medea supplied the thong, a black lacey affair that looked like a sticky note suspended by dental floss. "Okay, now where do we get the boa?" I supplied.
"I think I have one, actually." I wasn't surprised by Victoria saying this, although Himiko and Medea seemed a little stunned, never be surprised by Victoria, it's just not safe.
We walked into her room, and she knelt in front of a rather old wooden trunk, "Lets see…a mesh tank top for clubbing, books, my handcuffs from last Friday…..A HAH!"
She yelled, pulled out a shock pink boa.
I stripped, feeling like the ugly duckling. Vampire or not, I still felt like nothing compared to these preverbal goddesses. I slid the thong on, and put on the boa. Himiko in pity for me, pinned it to the thong using a long thin needle, so that it stayed straight and covered certain parts of my anatomy. I walked down the stairs, the girls following behind me, glaring at their mates/boyfriends, who were giving me rather lusty stares. Victoria strolled up to Charles, smiled, then head butt him, he crumpled like paper.
"WHAT THE HELL?! Why did you do that you crazy bi-agggg!" Charles was cut off when Victoria put her heel to his throat. "You are embarrassing my daughter publicly, nothing personal." Then turned and walked over to Alexander, who was still watching my butt a little too much for my liking.
Charles, of course decided to pick a place called Paddington Station, and seeing as how it was only nine o'clock, there would still be plenty people to watch me do my little show.
We hopped into the two cars from earlier, only this time all the women drove together, complaining about how their men had acted. I didn't, for two reasons actually. One, I didn't really have man, two I remembered that we'd all ogled Charles, so I wasn't about to act scandalized.
We arrived, and stood in the shadows waiting for a chance to walk in.
Charles walked in front of me, and said quietly, "How about a hug, you know, as a sine of forgiveness and no hard feelings?" Medea growled, and Oliver was about to protest.
"Sure." I said, evil ways to repay Charles sped through my mind, Medea was extremely put off by this, and Oliver looked hurt. Charles opened his arms in a hug, his whole body opening up in a friendly stance. Bad idea.
I let out a battle cry which sounded incredibly like Xena, Warrior Princess.-In my own opinion, anyways- I lifted my foot off the ground and in a quick flick I raised and struck like a cobra, placing my shin between Charles's legs.
He let out a gasp, falling over like a limp sock. Medea chuckled, once again that evil witch look took over. Oliver grinned smugly.
"What an interesting way to hug someone, maybe I should try that…" Himiko commented. So, bursting through the doors of Paddington Station, I decided to go all out.
I ran, hopped and skipped, with my hands thrown in the air like a mad woman. I screamed what Charles told me to, "I WOULD LIKE TO POLE DANCE FOR THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND!!!!!" And, with a creative flair of my own, I added a little more when a few cops chased me out. "Back ye scoundrels, or you shall face the wrath of Queen Sue, lady of the walnuts!" Finally, when they caught me –Damn Charles for making me do this at human speed.- I was let go because Victoria informed them that she was my mother, and was terribly sorry that I had caused such a scene. They told her to keep a better watch on me and to be a more responsible mother. We drove back, Victoria glaring at the road as she drove –Recklessly, I might add.- muttering darkly about stupid swine who dare imply she was a bad mother.
After taking out her seventh mailbox, Himiko decided it might be better if she drove. Medea and I agreed, Victoria just nodded, not really paying attention while she was off in 'H.A.T.E.' land.
When we got back, it was my turn, I turned to Victoria. "Truth or dare, Vicky?" I asked, smiling at my nickname for her, only I could call her that and get away with it.
"Truth, if I pick anything else and I might wind up in penitentiary."
Damn, that was unfair! But, I decided to go with the flow. "Okay, what is the worst idea you ever you've ever actually carried out?" Knowing Victoria, this would be good.
I wasn't disappointed, either.
Victoria gave a thoughtful look, then decided whatever it was she was questioning.
"Well, once while I was a wee lass, no older than five I think…I accidentally killed a Chicken. Now, it wasn't because I was trying to be cruel to the poor bird, but I was rather curious. You see, my father had told me that chicken fecies –A/N –Fecies means poop, for those of you who didn't know that, and that now concludes our daily lesson, enjoy!-was flammable, so I naturally wondered if that meant that a chicken's arse was flammable as well. We'd have soon curios brought to us by foreign traders, these objects, as I would later learn were named fireworks. So, I managed to hold one of the chickens down, holding it between my knees upside down, for a better angle you know, and inserted my weapon of choice. I let the fuse and ran, being told that if not I could get seriously hurt. Well, the chicken tried to run, but in a few moments it exploded, sending a shower of green sparks everywhere. As it turns out, Chickens rumps are not so much flammable, just extremely combustible."
Victoria grinned, innocently unaware that this was a semi violent story. Medea was startled, looking a little green. Charles and Thomas where holding each other to keep from falling over while they laughed. Himiko just knelt in prayed for the Chickens soul, while she prayed to a Buddhist deity named Kwan Yin, Alexander was clapping in admiration that she'd been able to do that by the tender age of five. Oliver was smiling, and so was I. I spared him a look, and our eyes met.
He couldn't replace Edward, no one could. But, I wondered if he would be enough to heal these scars that laced my heart like ribbon.
For some reason, I almost felt complete. But then, a thought came to my mind, those lovely yellow eyes, Jasper's face appeared, and presence almost instantly called me to a cry of relief, I felt like someone was holding me, I looked up and gasped, it was Emmett Cullen! I shook my head, and saw that it had only been a trick on my mind, because it was not Emmett Cullen, but rather Oliver who had moved behind me while I had been lost in thought.
Now, it was Victoria's turn, she turned and smiled at Himiko, now done with her prayers.
"Himiko, truth or dare?" Himiko looked mortified, but calmed down when Thomas slid his hand to the small of her back.
"D-dare." She stammered
"Oh goody!" Victoria was almost jumping for joy.
"Now what to do to you…" She almost whispered, circling Himiko like a vulture…her older image sliding into place, the vampire I'd originally come to known. It was almost scary to see her like this again, but I knew she would not harm me any more. Besides, her new 'victim' was Himiko. I felt immense pity for the poor girl.
"Hm…AHAH! I dare you to…break into a police station, beat up the cops and tie them up!"
I'm sure I'm not the only one who figured out Victoria's motives, she was still intensely angry at being called a bad mother.
So, once again we were in the cars. Victoria now cackling with glee. We reached a police station –Victoria being a tracker, hunted down the cops from earlier.
The particular police who'd insinuated Victoria was a bad mother were still there.
I was reasoning in my mind that prison would not be so bad, I'd have my own cell, hopefully.
Himiko broke in through a window, while we just kicked down a door, hitting the floor with a summersault, she popped back up, and roundhouse kicked a guard. Another came out her, and imitating my war cry from earlier –only hers was much, much more fear instilling.- She head butt the guard, taking his night stick, and started spinning it around like a pair of numb chucks. One man shot at her, bad idea.
She back flipped, instantly dodging the bullet, she rolled in mid-air, and landed on her hands, she cart wheeled over and spun, in mid air, her foot connecting with his head.
She landed in a crouch, there was few more cops. One of them picked up a crowbar and beat Himiko over the head, jeez, did these people wanna die?
The crow bar was the only thing hurt, Himiko ripped it out of the woman's hand, and growled. She stood, and backhanded the woman, who was sailing through the air.
Himiko produced a length of rope, and tied up the few police who had been there.
The two cops from earlier had been her first two victims Victoria went over and spit on them.
As we were leaving, Himiko quickly untied the police and apologized profusely, and we dashed out.
While we were walking back the car, still talking about our further plans for the evening and finishing this game. We decided to end the game, seeing as how it was about to be dawn and we all had gotten a little tired of it.
We girls decided to go on a shopping trip, the other three had more money than God, I on the other hand did not have money. They simply insisted that we go and design a whole new wardrobe for me.
As we drove into the night, and for the briefest moment about the normal things in our lives –Well, what little of it that was normal.- Medea slipped in a CD, and I was lulled into a dull daydream, with visions of amber eyes, and strong arms wrapped around me.