Chapter 13 - Edward

BPOV

I woke up with my head pounding like a drum and a fog lying over my brain as if it was wrapped in a wet blanket. I could feel the haziness starting to fade very slowly though, and my mind was getting clearer. My first thought was to keep absolutely still and quiet, trying to figure out if there was anybody around. My fight or flight instinct was apparently stuck on playing possum. The second thought that popped up was more in the line of what the fuck happened to me? I carefully opened one eye and was met with utter blackness. I listened for noises for a while, but could discern nothing. Assuming I was on my own, I started feeling around. Not that there was much feeling around to do. I couldn't stretch out my body and there wasn't much room for my arms either. The trunk of a car was my best guess of where I was. I contemplated briefly yelling out and making as much noise as I could, but the possum instinct was still there. There was this feeling in my gut that I shouldn't call out for help now; that if I did, it would cause more problems.

Instead of shouting, I tried to piece together what got me in my current predicament in the first place. The last thing I remembered was being in that diner with Jasper. And then… Oh, fuck.

Edward.

That motherfucker had walked in and then this crazy ass vampire girl started talking about how she had been waiting for Jasper and I had almost killed the bitch right there. At least tried to kill the bitch.

And then I had walked outside, expecting Jasper to be right behind me. But when I turned around, it was Edward who had been standing in front of me. Next, everything went dark. So I guess, judging by the size of my headache, he knocked me out and kidnapped me.

Huh, I got kidnapped. Shouldn't I be panicking right now?

No, I got kidnapped by Edward fucking Cullen, I should definitely be panicking. The calm that had possessed me was dissipating quickly now I realized what a clusterfuck I was in. Maybe I had subconsciously thought Jasper would show up soon to rescue me, but I knew Edward very well. He was extremely intelligent and manipulating and now that he was a vampire, he would be even more dangerous. Despair was creeping up on me and I felt like I was buried alive, alone with my thoughts. If his goal was to break me, he might not have to wait long.

Suddenly the darkness was pierced and a bright light was blinding me.

"Awake, love?" a velvety voice asked and all doubts about who took me were gone.

"Fuck off, Edward," I said, trying to sound cool and uncaring, but the tremble in my voice gave me away.

As my eyes were adjusting to the light, I could see that I was in fact in the trunk of a car and that Edward was looming over me. His condescending smirk was exactly like I remembered it, only being a vampire had made him even more beautiful. His otherworldly beauty in combination with the ruby red eyes that had replaced the green ones, made him look creepy as fuck. He might as well have been an alien to me.

He sighed theatrically after my little outburst and picked me up like I was a doll, putting me back on my feet next to the car.

"I guess I'm going to have to train you all over again, pet," he said casually. "I'm sure you'll be mine again soon."

The tone in which he said those words, made the chills run down my spine. There had been no doubt in his voice that I was going to be his. And then I started to get scared, really scared.

"Hi honey, I'm home," Edward called to me.

My heart sank when I saw him entering our motel room, but it was still a relief that he came back and didn't leave me tied to the sleazy bed. That had been our routine for the past week. Me in the trunk, then me tied to a bed in a roadside motel room while Edward went out doing whatever-the-fuck it was that he needed to do. And that time alone nearly drove me insane. All I could think about was what horrible things he would do to me when he got back and why Jasper hadn't come to save me yet. So by the time Edward came back to untie me in the early hours of the morning, being his most charming self, I was almost happy that he didn't do the things I had imagined.

"I have a present for you, love," he said, approaching the bed.

It was then that I realized he had come back earlier than usual; the alarm clock showed it was barely 10 pm. Edward was holding a large box that he carefully put down on the bed next to me. He started untying me and as he bent over me, I noticed his eyes rapidly turning darker. He lowered his head to my neck and for a second I thought he was going to lose control and bite me. But all he did was inhale deeply. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaned back and when he opened them again, they were back to their ruby red color. A color that I still found very disconcerting, but on the other hand, it helped reminding me that this wasn't the man I once loved.

"I couldn't care less for presents at this moment, Edward," I sighed, rubbing my sore wrists, trying to get my circulation going.

"Indulge me," he said in his most charming tone, but I caught the flash of anger that crossed his face.

I opened the box carefully and found a beautiful red cocktail dress, a matching panty and bra set and heels. He chuckled when he saw the surprised look on my face and for a moment I was dumbstruck.

"Put it on," he said, nodding towards the tiny bathroom.

I took that moment alone getting dressed to think through what was happening all of a sudden. I quickly decided it must be part of some elaborate plot to make me fall in love with him again. During my lonely hours on the bed and in the trunk, I had come to realize something like this was bound to happen. He wasn't making himself loved by tying me up all the time. What I hadn't decided upon was how to handle it. Was I going to let him have it, working against him every step of the way, trying to find my own way out? Or was I going to play along and wait for Jasper to find me.

I was dressed way too quickly for my liking, still undecided about my course of action. All I knew for now was not to get on Edward's nerves. The flashes of anger he'd shown over the last couple of days were a sign that his mood was even more unstable as a vampire than it had been as a human and that scared the living hell out of me. Come to think about it, wasn't he some kind of newborn vampire? He couldn't have been changed longer than five months. I vaguely remember Jasper telling me stories about how newborn vampires were such volatile creatures they couldn't be trusted in the presence of humans. How was it even possible that Edward was able to be in control around me? All those questions did nothing to ease my mind, but it was important to keep his mental state in mind.

I cast a last glance in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom. To be honest, I looked stunning. The red dress clung to my body, showing the right amount of cleavage to make a man's mouth water. Not that that was a good thing. Edward sure knew what he was doing, picking this dress out for me. I appeared every inch the cock tease I didn't want to be.

Stepping into the larger room, I kept my eyes cast down, not knowing how to act. I didn't want to come across as too confident, because I was sure it would be misinterpreted. Little did I know that acting all shy was appealing to Edward's ego all that more.

"You look magnificent, love," Edward spoke right next to my ear, startling me with his rapid movement.

"What… what are the plans?" I stuttered.

"We are going on a date," he stated.

"What?"

"I'm taking you out, love," he clarified, holding out his arm for me to take it.

I hesitated for a second and again I saw rage pass over his features. Quickly, I recovered and placed my hand gently in the crook of his elbow. I plastered a smile on my face and nodded for him to lead the way, not trusting my voice. With that, the decision was made. I was going to play along with him, bluffing my way through the whole charade. The only thing I was hoping for was that Jasper would find me before I had to do something I'd regret for the rest of my life.

And Jasper would come for me.

He had to…

The thought of Jasper had me on the edge of tears, but I had to swallow them away. From now on, I had to stay in character for Edward. Meanwhile I had no idea where he was leading me. Hopefully not too far away if I wanted to arrive in one piece, wearing these shoes. Turned out we weren't going far at all. Three doors over from our room, he stopped and pulled out a key. He opened the door and showed me in like a gentleman, his hand supporting me in the small of my back.

I was dumbstruck with the sight before me. The room was decorated entirely in red, blood red, from the drapes to the linens on the bed, even the carpet was burgundy. In front of the bed was a table set for two, with a bouquet of ruby red roses and a single candle. It would have been quite the romantic sight, if all the red didn't remind me of blood and Edward's eyes.

Edward misinterpreted my silence completely and chuckled.

"I thought you'd like it," he whispered in my ear. "Red always was your favorite color."

That was true, emphasis on was. I'd die happily if I never had to see or wear anything red again from now on. Nevertheless, I managed to produce a little smile and he led me to one of the chairs, pulling it out for me to sit down.

"Wine?"

He showed me a bottle of red wine that seemed even more expensive than the dress. I had never drunk red wine before, but for what he had planned my best option was to be slightly inebriated.

"Yes, please."

I tentatively sipped from the glass, trying not to think about blood anymore and found out I actually liked the taste of the wine. Taking a few bigger gulps, I could feel warmth creeping up my cheeks and I was slightly more at ease. Although that changed quickly when I saw Edward's eyes getting darker and his posture turning even more rigid.

"Take it easy on the wine, love," he spoke through gritted teeth. "I might not be able to control myself if you start blushing any harder."

"I'm sorry, Edward," I said, putting my glass down.

"Don't worry about it. I have exceptional control of my bloodlust, but you're turning out to be quite the challenge."

This was the first time he acknowledged his bloodlust and I didn't know whether to ask about it, or ignore the whole thing. In the end, my curiosity won the battle.

"May I ask you something?" I started, staying in my shy girl routine.

"Sure, love, what do you want to know?"

"How is it that you are so much in control of your thirst? I mean, I heard that newborns have a hard time being around humans."

"It is hard, that's true. I hear your heart pumping and your blood rushing and all I want to do is drink from you. My instinct screams at me to devour you."

He captured me with his eyes as he spoke, forcing the image of him burying his teeth in my neck onto my mind. I was scared shitless, as was probably his intention. He could no doubt hear the racing of my heart, but I did my very best to keep composed and not let my fear shine through.

"But?" I asked.

"But what?"

"Your instinct screams at you to devour me, but you haven't."

"Yet."

"You haven't yet. Why?"

"Because I want you."

"You already have me."

"True, but I want all of you. I want you to be mine like you were before, like it's supposed to be."

"I see."

"I know it is going to take some effort, Isabella. I've wronged you in the past, and I know that now."

He grabbed my hand in his; wrapping his long fingers through mine with a gentleness I had rarely seen from him.

"I love you, Isabella. It took you leaving me to realize that. Knowing how I had treated you broke my heart and I'd do anything to get you back."

"Including kidnapping me?"

Fuck me and my big mouth. It slipped out before I could stop it.

"I guess I deserved that," he admitted.

"But you have to know this, Isabella. You'll stay with me until you're mine again. If I can't have you, no one can."

The unspoken death threat should have scared me, but it didn't. It meant I had an out, if I couldn't take it any longer.

Edward released my hands and jumped up, his face all cheery again.

"Enough with this sullen conversation. I have made you a special dinner and I hope you're going to enjoy it."

How I managed to eat a single bite, I still don't know. But somehow, I ate everything he put in front of me. I was even able to chat with him lightheartedly, like he wasn't my evil vampire abductor. There was definitely a career for me as an actress, should I want to.

Later that night, when I was back in my cuffs, I swore my revenge. When this was over, when Jasper has rescued me, I was going to become a vampire. And then I was going to rip Edward apart. And that Alice bitch too, as a side treat. I was going to be a badass vamp…

AN: Here I am, starting with my list of apologies ;). Sorry it took me so long to update. I'm definitely not abandoning this story and I know where I'm going with it, I'm just having a hard time writing it down.

Second apology, this is unbeta'd, so sorry for the mistakes...

Third one, sorry for all the folks who reviewed and didn't get an answer, I'm going to try better with this chapter.

I love y'all :D, thanks for sticking with me!