dungeon. I scanned the room. The floors and walls were made of stone bricks, possibly hundreds of years old.
There was grime and dirt all over them. There were no windows, just candles on the walls. The straight, thick, vertical black bars in front of me were so boring. There was nothing special about them, just the rust and paint peeling off, but that wasn t very interesting.
I moved again, realizing my back hurt as well. I looked up to see that my hands were above my head,
locked up in manacles. Great. I must have slept, or, been unconscious against the wall. Painful. I leaned against the wall then winced away. It was cold. Painfully cold.
I heard footsteps echoing through the staircase, signaling that someone was coming down.
I braced myself for whoever it was and whatever it was that I was in for. I saw the shadow, slowly descending, then I saw the face.
Brendon walked down the rest of the stairs, then over to my prison cell, I guess you could call it.
So you re awake? he asked.
Yeah.. Where am I? Huh, well for once we don t have a bitchy one. And, you ll find out soon enough. I groaned, I don t care where I am, as long as you unlock these manacles. They re extremely uncomfortable. Oh don t worry, you re about to come out of this old dungeon. Really? So you mean you re just going to let me free, I ll never breathe a word about this, and we can go on,
pretending this never happened? He chuckled a low, deep laugh that made me uncomfortable, Not exactly.
He opened the door, then walked in, not once tripping on the ragged stones, and unlocked my manacles.
I immediately began rubbing my sore wrists.
Come on. He gestured for me to follow him.
I did as I was told, got to my feet and followed Brendon up the stairs.
The stairway looked exactly like the dungeon. We climbed up the stairs until we reached a door.
Brendon turned around, probably to make sure I was still there, then grinned, somewhat menacingly, revealing his fangs.
He opened the door and we entered a hallway. It was Victorian style, the carpets were a deep scarlet, the walls were made of wood, mahogany I think. From what I could see, it was a beautiful place.
We walked down the hallways until we reached the end. Two large doors were placed in front of us,
I assumed both leading to the same place. He pushed the doors open, and waltzed right in as if he didn t have a care in the world.
The room had the same walls and carpets as the hallway,
only it was much bigger and the floor was made of stone, just as the dungeon floor had been.
At the other end of the room, there was a man, sitting in a large, red, black and mahogany thrown.
He had brown hair down to his shoulders, defined pale cheekbones. His eyes were a chocolate color.
His outfit much resembled Brendon s, only it was somehow nicer. He wore white gloves on his hands and a dark bowler hat. I had to admit, he was gorgeous.
To his left, there was a very familiar looking man. He had dark raven hair, the same length as the other man s.
He wore a suit like it, only beige. He looked broader than the skinny man in the thrown, and most of the men in the room.
He stood up straight and didn t move an inch. It was as if he were a statue. I simply could not place who he was though. Now that I thought about it.. he was incredibly handsome. The man next to him may have been good looking, but.. for some reason he couldn t compare.
Brendon stopped me in the middle of the room, two bulky men appearing at both my sides,
and walked over to the man in the thrown, standing to his right.
Master carslie, this is the girl I was telling you about. He said.
The girl you locked up in the dungeon? the man in the thrown said. His voice was simply angelic.
Yes. Brendon, the poor girl looks as if she hasn t slept in days. Did you give her a bed? No sir, she fell asleep against the wall. That mustn t have been pleasant. Probably not. He smirked.
Now lets get to the point, why did you bring her here? The other night I was hunting, and I came across this lovely slab of meat. His eyes locked on me.
And? She s marked. Really? Yes. By who? She doesn t know. You, come here. He gestured to me.
I swallowed all of the saliva that was left in my dry mouth, and took a few steps forward.
Do you remember who marked you? he asked.
Well, I I m not completely clear on what that means, but I can remember who gave me my scar for the most part. At the mention of my scar it started to burn insanely.
I felt so much pressure and I was so nervous from everyone s eyes on me. Especially the extremely handsome man.
Give me the best description. O okay. Well he was tall. He had hair that was as dark as knight. His eyes were green, and he dressed like you. Don t forget to tell him about the ring. Brendon cut in.
Ring? the man cocked an eyebrow.
Oh right. When I was three, the man showed up in my backyard and I had found his ring. I told him it burned my hand,
so I gave it back. He took out a knife, cut my right hand and placed the ring in my palm, and it burned even more.
Then he left. Really? I nodded.
Did the ring say anything on it? Yes. Do you remember what it said? I thought for a moment. I remembered perfectly what it said.
If your heart could beat once, it can beat again for love. Everyone in the room fell silent. I looked up at Brendon and the other two men s faces.
Brendon had a look of shock cross his features. The man in the thrown looked even more shocked.
And the gorgeous man to his right, looked absolutely dismayed. They were all wide-eyed and just.. shocked.
What s your name? he asked after a few minutes of utter silence, other than my breathing.
Bella. From the corner of my eye, I saw the gorgeous man s jaw drop. The man in the thrown looked so.. surprised.
Bella? I looked over at the raven-haired man. His beautiful features looked so confused.
I don t mean to be rude or go off topic but.. you look so familiar. Bella.. I m the man that marked you. Boys, take her down to the dungeon. Brendon demanded.
I felt the burly men grab both of my arms roughly.
Hey! Let go! Get off of me you creeps! Go. Now. And no chains this time, we don t want Miss Bella in any pain. Stop it! Put me down! I struggled against both of them as my feet were no longer touching solid ground.
Nothing happened.
Hm, I guess I was wrong. It looks as though she s putting up a fight after all.
I turned my gaze to the man who I now knew as the man who marked me. The look in his eyes was shocked about Brendon s act,
and very disapproving of it. I gave up struggling and let them drag me out of the room, the doors closing behind us. The whole way down the stairs, I lifted my legs up so I wouldn t hit my feet off the stone and end up hurting them. Fortunately for me, these guys were really strong, so that made it a lot easier on all of us.
They threw me in the cell and locked the door. I was very thankful I didn t have to wear the stupid manacles.
Once the bulky vampires were out of sight, I stood up and began to pace around the cell. Six years and I could barely recognize him, and he didn t recognize me. I really couldn t blame him, but I had no excuse. He hadn t changed, just..
become more attractive. Well, I guess when you re three, your hormones aren t exactly going crazy, and when you re a fourteen year old girl getting beat up, you tend to miss an impeccably handsome man not far away watching.
I groaned and slammed my fists against the wall. I hated this cell so much. Why couldn t they put me somewhere a little.
. nicer? This place seemed spacious enough. It was also beautiful. I loved old fashion stuff, such as Victorian styled homes.
But I had much more important things to think about. Like that man..
I wish I knew his name. I needed to talk to him so badly, now that I could actually form a coherent and intelligent sentence, and wasn t being beaten or humiliated. I had so many questions for him, I didn t care if I d like the answers or not.
A loud, abrupt crash came from the top of the staircase, startling me and causing me to make a small scream. I heard footsteps, quickly scrambling down the staircase.
Then I saw them.
*Third Person Point Of View*
Edward was a mess of emotions, he didn t know what to feel. He was overjoyed that after six years, Bella was back.
He was somewhat angry at the fact that Brendon had found her, and not him. He was shocked that she was even back.
But most of all, he was outraged at Brendon for throwing her back in that horrid dungeon.
Brendon! What the hell was that for? Edward yelled.
What? Do you mean almost sucking your girlfriend dry, or sending her down to the dungeon? Both. Well sorry. But we need to discuss this without her here first. It s true. Their heads snapped in Carslie s direction.
She can t be here. She has no clue what being marked is, she has no clue where she is, and she barely even knows you, Edward. I think all she knows is that you were the one to cut her,
and that Brendon s name is Brendon. Thanks for clearing that up. Brendon rolled his eyes.
Shut up, Brendon. Carslie snapped, but in a manner where he did not at all show anger or shift his gaze.
Sorry. Well we ll have to explain it to her eventually. Edward sighed.
You will. We only play small roles in this. It s yours and Bella s business. We re just your friends. Well, I m your friend. Brendon is the man who almost killed your girlfriend. Accidentally, mind you! he cut in.
I know I have to tell her on my own. But I don t know how to tell her that
A loud crash erupted from the doors, and there stood four men.
Andy, Joe. Stay here and take care of them. Patrick and I will check the dungeons. A short, slightly darker skinned man commanded.
His hair was black, his eyes brown. His fangs peeked out from beneath his top lip in a snarl. He took off towards the stairs with a shorter, blond chubby man with glasses. The man holding daggers in each hand was a pale, brown haired man with glasses and tattoos snaking up his arms. The man that stood next to him was a bit taller than the rest, with short dark curly hair and he held a net gun in his arms.
Hunters. Carslie growled.
And so it all began.
I pried my eyes open, only to find myself in yet another place I didn t recognize.
I sat up slowly and scanned the room. The walls of the room were bland cement, no colors painted on them.
In fact, there was nothing on them. The only thing in here was a door and the bed I was lying on. It really wasn t the comfiest bed, but hey it was the first bed I had been on for.. well since I got kidnapped.
I stood myself up, only to have the room sway. I grabbed a hold of the bed post to steady myself.
Note to self, don t get knocked unconscious then attempt standing up within the first two minutes.
When the room stopped spinning, I walked over to the only exit; the door.
I entered an unfamiliar hallway. Everything seems to be unfamiliar to me these days. Maybe it s because I keep getting kidnapped. I walked down the hallway, then I stopped dead in my tracks, hearing voices.
I listened closely, and I followed the direction they were coming from. I peeked from around the corner to see a decent looking living area. There was a beat up couch, a TV set right in front of it, an old wooden coffee table with a rug under it, and the walls were painted a dark color. Unnoticed to me, were two boys sitting on the couch. Okay not boys,
more like young men.
Pete, what are we going to do with her? a chubby man with blondish hair asked.
I don t know Patrick, all that I know is that the Dandies had her locked up and that s never good. The black haired one answered.
Never good? Why not?
Pete, why would they kill her? Wouldn t they have done it already? Kill me? Kill me?
I don t know! Maybe they re torturing her or something. I don t see why they d torture a poor, pretty girl like that. Pretty?
Well then maybe they just wanted to play with their food before they ate her. And I don t think she s all that great. Excuse me? Asshole.
The sound of me clearing my throat was quiet, yet loud enough to startle both men on the couch.
Oh you re awake. The chubby man pointed out.
Um, where am I? You re in a warehouse. The black haired one spoke.
Why? Because the Dandies were holding you captive. Oh.. ? The group of vampires you were last with had you locked up in the dungeon? Oh.. right. Um, miss Just call me Bella. Bella, could I ask you some questions? the blond man asked, pushing up his glasses that had fallen to the bridge of his nose.
Okay, sure. Why did the Dandies have you captive? I wasn t really sure how to answer this one, I don t really know. It was kind of true.
Do they know where you live? They shouldn t, I have been staying at a hotel for the past few nights. Well I was until Brendon kidnapped me. You know their names? he raised one eyebrow in curiosity.
Brendon and Travis . Travie s a part of the gangsters though.. he mumbled to himself, Well do you want to go get your stuff and bring it back here? Just in case? Um, I I guess so. But.. why am I staying here? I barely know you guys. Because, cut in the black haired one, We saved you and we re going to protect you until we find out what they want with you. Alright. So it s just going to be the three of us? I hope you guys aren t gay because well I don t want to We re not gay. And it won t be just the three of us. He said sounding very irritated. My bad.
Oh sorry. So if it s not just us.. who else is there? Andy and Joe. I m sorry, we didn t properly introduce ourselves. I m Patrick, the blond man gestured towards himself, And this is Pete. Our very own vampire. He gestured towards the other man.
You re a vampire? Yeah. So? I don t know. You won t try to drink my blood too, will you? Not if you don t piss me off. Pete. Patrick said in a firm tone, Sorry. I make a blend for Pete to satisfy his blood lust and take care of his temper. I guess he needs some more. Oh. Cool. Cool? Pete looked at me incredulously.
Yeah, cool. I um.. I m kind of a vampire dork. I ve always liked them and they ve always fascinated me. Well maybe if Pete ever goes too far, we ll let you dissect him. Patrick chuckled.
Oh no, I could never do that. I wouldn t be able to hold my food. Blood and guts are not my thing. Really? Well then don t ever go hunting with us. Pete said.
Why not? You think I ll throw up? I asked, insulted.
Yeah. He shrugged, That s what you basically just said. You know what? I can handle your stupid little vampires feedings. I meant things such as surgery. I m not one of those people who will faint at the sight of blood. We ll see about that. He smirked then left the room. Asshole.