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Down the Rabbit's hole

Chapter Four: Babydoll Gone Wrong

His teeth pierced my skin, and I could feel his tongue savoring my wound, yet he was making it worse biting the wound as he let more blood be exposed. It felt…good...no, it felt amazing. A sense of adrenaline rushed through my veins, as he continued, while my mind lay in a state of bliss, and for once in my life I felt content.

When you read the books about vampires drinking human blood, they say they can understand your emotions, your memories. I guess mortals really do know something, because I feel that way. I feel like Alec is drinking up my thoughts, my overall essence.

He's drinking my soul, and it feels like I had just sold my soul to the devil.

And for some weird reason I didn't care about what was happening to me, as if everything that kept me tied to my sense, tied to my morals, just flew away. Mom, Dad, Jake…everyone, I can't even hear their voices telling me to hold on my morals.

All I can hear is the blood flowing freely through my veins, and the sense of adrenaline screaming for more.

But he stopped, and when he stopped my whole world stopped and I begin to dream for more, as everything turned dark and numb in a soothing way.

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I shifted slightly and groaned, feeling quite light headed, as I turned attempting to get up. I struggled to sit up my legs unfeeling as I stood, before losing my balance, only to be caught by a pair of arms. I look up, only to find him looking at me through crimson eyes.

"Stay in bed." He ordered me, pushing me back down, "Aro won't like to see his new tool hurt, and I won't like to see my new doll sick. Sick blood is the same as bad blood."

"Doll?" I questioned, staring at my feet, while he just smiled. "Yes my doll. If you don't want to be my doll, you can be my mannequin, my marionette, my puppet…"

Those words he listed…it was frightening to listen to them. I didn't want to be his marionette just dangling from strings; I didn't want to be any of those things, all of them sounding so revolting and so cruel.

I really didn't want to be called a doll, especially. Dolls always frightened me when I was a child. I always did loathe those glass eyes following you, while a perfect porcelain skin seemed so damageable. And the more you damaged it, it would never bleed.

But I bleed.

"If you don't like the name doll, there is always one last name for people like you." His smile became more sinister, his eyes illuminating more darkness, than I ever thought was possible. I didn't bother to reply; instead I continued to stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

"You are like those humans…who crave the touch of our kind. You love the feeling of your blood pouring out; it feels as if your essence is being drunk, your thoughts, your spirit, and even your soul. You are what I like to call a blood-whore."

I froze, while he caressed my punctured throat, as the word continued to ring through my ears. I recall Dad telling me about those people. The people who didn't care that they were going to die. They found the situation of pain to be so peaceful, so addicting.

"There are mortals like that, Ness, they know about our kind, but they are…Ones that beg, for the last drop of their blood to be drunken, they find so much pleasure in that, Not even caring about anything, as if all their senses of right and wrong flew out the window."

I glance at Alec once again, awoken from my trance. He looks down at me, in an expression that I assume is supposed to be comforting.

"Don't worry…Such a pretty girl doesn't deserve a name that sounds so unpleasant. Pretty girls need pretty names, and a pretty name you will get. You will remain my doll, always."

He walked away from me suddenly, while I began to position myself in a comfortable position for sleeping, just like he ordered. "Stay in bed, don't make me numb you to sleep again…"

Again?

I recall the events that occurred earlier, the sense of numbness was all because of him? The darkness and the weakness I felt during that duration were done by him. But why? What in the world did I do that required, and why didn't this numbness even touch my mind?

I shook my questions off, questions are for later and by later I mean the moment when I can actually stand. I curled up in the bed, waiting for sleep to come.

It didn't come.

"Alec?" My voice was slightly slurred as I spoke, as I lifted my head up and watched him, sitting on the couch. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He questioned gazing at me, as I shook my head, "I can't sleep at all."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know…"

He chuckled darkly, "You know, I really am babysitting a child. I guess you are my babydoll now."

I glowered at him, not even bothering to reply to that. He was comparing me to a babydoll? I feel degraded.

"Don't look at me like that, it's annoying."

"You aren't the only one with a license to glare." I retorted, my eyes flashing in rage, as I walked over to him. He looked at me unfazed as he countered, "What license are you actually old enough to get? How old are you, anyways, seven?"

"I'm ten!"

"As if that is a difference, you see when you compare yourself to me-You. Are. A. Child. You just have an adult's body and an adult's mind."

"You-" He cut me off, silencing me with his finger placed to my lips.

"Enough…It is quiet time, don't make me give you a time out." He snickered, causing me to give him another glare, with much more force.

I took a seat and the chair facing him, before grabbing the hotel phone dialing for room service. "What are you doing?"

"Room service, I'm hungry, one of us eats food here."

"That sounds revolting, but I already had my meal for today," His eyes lingered on my neck, where the puncture wounds laid, causing me to shiver. I shook the fear off, and begin to dial the number while my eyes looked over the menu of items.

"What should I get?" My fingers traced the patterns on the menu, as I looked through the list.

"Hello, I am Ms. Heidi Grace from room 666; I would like to request order 13 on the menu."

"My drink….red wine please."

"Dessert? The chocolate cake, yeah that one…"

"Thanks."

I hung up the phone to find Alec looking at me amused, "Babydoll go get cleaned up. "We don't want them to see slight blood stains on your lovely flesh." I nodded and made my way over to the bathroom where I studied my new wound.

It was bloody, as if he was feeding ravenously, which he was I suppose. But even as the water washed the blood away, you could still see where he pierced my skin. I glanced at my face in the mirror, my skin was deeply flushed and my hair was in disarray, probably from sleeping.

I quickly brushed my hair and smoothed out my clothes before walking out the door, just in time to open the door, for room service. "Ms. Heidi Grace, I presume?"

I nodded and let him in, so he can lay my dinner on the table. I knew he was watching me, it was quite obvious and really sort of pathetic the way he ogled at me.

"So are you free-"

"Heidi is our dinner here?" Alec questioned from the other room, making his presence known with the delivery boy. "Yeah, it was brought up here, Demetri," I answered, as I walked over to him. The boy seemed kind of flustered and embarrassed as he walked behind me tugging the cart of food along with him. "So here you go, spaghetti, red wine, and chocolate cake that you both ordered," he muttered, before flashing me a quick smile, and leaving the room.

After locking the door, I dove right in to the food, feeling more famished than I though.

"You eat like a child." Alec stated, observing me carefully. "Well my Uncle Emmet acts like a child, would you call him a child?"

"Yes, he is younger than me."

"How old are you?" I questioned, taking a bite of my spaghetti; not even bothering to care about the sauce stains on my face.

"As old as witchcraft," he answered.

I frowned at the response, "Witchcraft has existed for centuries, and how do you expect me to know how old you are?" I questioned, as I poured the wine in my glass.

"Age isn't important…"

"So you are an old geezer." I observed, while he just glared at me, "Enough out of you, or it's time for bed."

"But I haven't had my chocolate cake yet!" I protested, while he just chuckled, "If you want to eat your cake, eat it now before I change my mind."

I nodded quickly and grabbed the cake from the table, savoring its bitter sweetness. I was too focused on the cake; I didn't notice Alec coming to sit next to me, until he snatched my cake.

"You don't even eat cake, give it back you fiend!" I fumed, I was about to continue my rant, but instead I found a piece of cake in my mouth. My face must have looked confused, because he just smirked at me.

"Can't I just show some love to my babydoll?"

Load up, load up
March to the future
Lipstick, I might kill you or kiss ya
Baby doll gone wrong

She cries real tears
In her bed tonight
Press the button right
She will glow so bright
She bleeds real blood
Cut her with a knife
She'll fight for her life
But it's you who dies
Surprise, surprise

For once i was actually influence by a song. By one of my favorite artist-Skye Sweetnam she wrote the song Babydoll Gone Wrong one of my personal favorites. Listen to all her songs i really recommend them. So i guess it is kinda obvious what is the song of this chapter. So anyways...I updated fast, cause you guys reviewed a lot and those reviews just pushed me to write this chapter.

I like my Alec, he is darker then the other Alecs we have here on fanfiction. I like the idea of Nessie falling for this kind of guy. If you look at it on a human aspect it would be the girl falling for the bad boy, while dating the cute boy next door. Yeah...something like that but that is if you like the idea of a high school fanfiction. At the moment i am obsessed with fairy tales...so look out for that. I am sorry i didn't get to answer your reviews, life is just cruel. I fail at math. It really is quite pathetic. That i can't even do Algebra and i don't understand the lesson, and when i do understand it is right after the test i failed.

I feel so pathetic.

And besides i have to do this project for school and that is taking up all my time. And as if I am doing better in the rest of my classes, okay i am doing much better, i just suck at math you know? I envy those who are good in the subject.

So I got to hear a Holocaust speaker speak. It was weird, everyone wanted to cry, but no one did, because it seemed so awkward. My friend was crying, so emotional. I write so much in this thing. I like to think of it as my personal journal or diary or whatever you want to call it.

Song of the Chapter-Babydoll Gone Wrong by Skye Sweetnam-and it DID inspire me. Listen to it.

Review...Because of your reviews i updated much more faster...seriously i would have updated this NEXT week if it wasn't for all your reviews. So review if you love me and you love this story. I wanna say Thank you to all my reviewers, their reviews are like music to my ears and they make me update weekly instead of monthly or every two weeks.

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