Prejudices, Ploys and Pancakes

BPOV

When I finally woke up, I dwelled in the serenity and comfort brought by the plump cushions and the warm covers of the very large bed. It was when I rolled over and opened my eyes to look at the beige and white bedding, that the fear sunk in. I was instantly reminded of the nightmare that I had tried to will away when drifting off to sleep.

Shooting up from the bed, I frantically looked around the strange and unfamiliar room. Like the bed, the theme of the grandeur bedroom was cream and beige. There was a large flat screen TV on top of a maple stand, situated at the end of the bed. On the side, there was a small glass table with two chairs.

All of it was unfamiliar.

Jumping off the bed, I stumbled a little, losing my balance and falling back onto wall. My fingers trembled when running through my messy locks while my eyes flickered around the room.

A gasp left me when I caught sight of the large glass walls on the left side, giving me a spectacular view of the sunset. The horizon of the city line still shadowed while the the sky swirled with a deep oranges lightening to a bright yellow and stained pinks and purples.

The large gateway arch reminded me of a picture in a brochure and I realised where I was.

St. Louis.

What happened to Chicago?

I frowned and looked around for anything that would bring me a calming sense of familiarity. All I could find was my phone which was set on the bedside table and my leather jacket which was draped over the futon.

This alerted me to look down at my attire, sighing in relief when I found that I was still in yesterday's attire. The only other thing missing were my shoes.

I'd probably fallen asleep on the ride after the flight, which meant that my kidnapper had carried me here. Thankfully, he had the intelligence to leave me in my own clothes. If he had even dared t-

All thoughts were disrupted when I heard the all too familiar voice now distorted with a newfound volume. "How can you be so sure?" he screamed, making me jump and clutch at my rapid heartbeat.

The gentled tones now raging with a burning anger, yet I could not help but step closer to the door. My fingers tentatively curling around the door knob before pulling it very slowly.

"He is supposed to be loyal to me!" I heard him shout again.

Willing myself to calm down, I inched my way out of the room and padded out to the golden railing. I looked over the edge, down to where my kidnapper was now pacing. Occasionally, his fingers would reach up, grip his locks before releasing. His other hand gripped the phone tightly that his knuckled whitened. "Do not let him out of your sight!" he ordered and rested one hand onto the wall. "Keep him close to you sister" he sighed with a surprising kindness edging its way into his fatigued whisper.

Once the phone call ended, I finally noticed the sharp pain jolting up my palms. They had reddened due to how tightly I had been grasping the banister.

"Isabella..."

I gasped at the sound and my gaze flickered down to the conflicted, burning man below.

Shaking away whatever I had felt before, I straightened up and pretended to have been making my way down the stairs. Each step made my breath quicken and tremors rack my body as the apprehension rose.

"Did you sleep well?" he seemed to force himself when asking this. He was obviously still trying to placate me and make me compliance with whatever he had planned for me. Each move he made was obviously calculated, determined and with an underlying intention.

When I made no reply, he stretched out his hand for me. "Breakfast?" he offered but though gritted teeth.

I ignored the hand he gave because I was perfectly capable of walking down a few steps without hurting myself.

Thankfully this was proven to being true.

He curled his hand into a fist, allowing it to drop to his side before gesturing towards the large white double doors.

I stepped down from the last step and winced at the cold marble tiles against my bare feet. I then made my way towards what I presumed was going to be the dining area of the kitchen.

Before I could find out for myself, he blurred before me and pushed the doors for me. Holding out his arm as he gestured for me to enter. "Ladies first" he hitched an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes.

Casting him a bored glance, I entered but paused as I gawked at the marvel of the room.

It was the kitchen...but a master kitchen.

Not to sound all Betty Crocker, but it was my dream kitchen.

White cupboards and cabinets finished with maple wooden tops, all finished with a laminated beech flooring. On the middle was a large island with five stools. All the electricals were silver and black and I just itched to use the oven.

I hadn't baked in a while...

To make it all more amazing, on the left, the kitchen led out to a large balcony that were set apart with the white French windows.

I watched dumbly as he went befriend me and opened the doors, urging me to move forwards.

Somehow, I complied.

"Eat" he instructed and my eyes widened further.

There on the table were several breakfast dishes - croissant, toast, pancakes, waffles, bacon, eggs, diced fruits; strawberries, watermelon, raspberries, blueberries. Next to the food was a carton of orange juice, apple juice and a pot of coffee.

"Are you sure there's enough?" I quirked an eyebrow, watching as he pulled a chair out for me.

His acting was so good that I almost believed him.

"Eat" he repeated but I remained where I was. My back now pressed into the wall as I nervously gnawed on my lip. "Aw come on love" he rolled his eyes and reached for me. "Fine" he retorted when I made no move to approach him. "It does not affect me whether you eat or not" he replied and stood up, running his fingers through his hair and then walking back into the kitchen.

Why did I feel guilty?

I had nothing to feel guilty about.

The sweet aroma called to me and I couldn't fight it anymore.

I think I just moaned at the taste of the cinnamon waffles.

Before I knew it, my ass was planted onto the chair and I was filling my plate with everything on offer.

I should've known that he would be watching me.

His head peeked from the doorway as a slow victorious smile broke through. Then, without another word, he slipped into the chair opposite mine and filled his own plate.

The smirk still in place.

"Why are we in St. Louis?" I attempted at side tracking him.

Another smile, though this time it was accompanied with a flitting surprise giving an unnatural warmth to his blue eye. "Did not expect you to know that we were in St. Louis" he explained.

"Because I'm a mere mortal?" I jeered.

He shook his head with a low chuckle. "No" he replied and finally lifted his head. The warmth now gone as his stoned features were now set and his pebbled gaze was fixed.

"Eat"

Somehow I complied.

-XxxxxxxX-

After breakfast, my kidnapper refused to let me wash the dishes. Apparently there was a maid who would tend to them so I simply refreshed, making good use of the large en suite bathroom.

Then, I changed the clothing I had because I refused to accept any of the designer clothing he had ordered for me.

He seemed to control me like he owned me.

I wouldn't give him the satisfaction if thinking he could do with me like he pleased.

Hopefully he would be able to sense this with the determination that I aired when trailing back down the steps and entering the dining room once again.

All he did was frown at my sight and then turn back to the text that he was currently sending.

Seeing his phone, reminded of me of his previous words. "You have a sister?" I frowned at the thought, surprised to having heard any inclination to a piece of the vampire's humanity.

"Yes" he nodded but his gaze was still diverted.

I stepped closer towards him and braved myself so I could continue. "From the same maker?" I guessed and calmly took a seat one oftje plush sofas.

"And mother" he answered, leaving me stunned for a few moments.

"I didnt think that was possible" I gasped, still shocked with his revelation. "You said that you were over a thousand years old" I recalled.

He nodded and looked up to meet my eyes with his grave ones. "And it was true" he confirmed and then exhaled. "My family began the entire vampire race"

Again, I was left speechless and thrown off track.

Just when I thought I was getting my head wrapped around one thing - he blew me away again.

My eyes knit together and my forehead creased with all the different questions racking my thoughts. "Even the Cold Ones?"

"I do not know what they've told you but the Cold Ones do not deserve to be titled as vampires" he grumbled and the stormy glare reminded me of what he was. "A farce disgrace" he spat out with great disgust but somehow, I wanted to laugh at his ridiculousness. "Something amuses you?" he caught onto my small smile that. Failed to hide.

"Nothing. Nothing at all" I shook my head.

"Hmmm..." he murmured but shook it off. Rather than question me, he pushed up from the sofa and began to pace for a while. "A car will be picking up in a few minutes"

I stood up with him, suddenly alert. "What are we doing?"

"We are going to talk about your expectations" he replied nonchalantly , ignoring my glare at the word 'expectations'. He had also chosen to ignore the loud thrumming of my fearful heart. "Then you shall be meeting a very good friend of mine"

The slow smirk he now adorned made me fear for my life.

God, I really hated vampires.

A/N: A glimpse into Bella's mind. What did you think?

Who is the friend? Also, what was Klaus angry when he was the on the phone?

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