"Yes, but first you have to die." He grinned sadistically. While holding both my wrist in one hand, he grabbed a pen from my bed side table and stabbed my left arm. He did it so fast it was just a blur of black and white. I moaned in discomfort as he dug the pen deeper in my bicep. I pressed my body against his as my back arched in pain. I was thankful for my buzz as it numbed that pain. He dug it deep, scraping it against the bone and piercing it through the other side of my arms. I screamed a little before he pulled it out. The blood poured from the hole, spilling onto the clean white sheets. His arm went up and striked back down into my right shoulder. I cried out as it tore the muscle and scraped against my shoulder bone. My back arched, pressing my body against his. I stared into Aro's black eyes, his eyes gleaming with amusement and bloodlust. The energy building in me, I felt my eyes changed as I grew angry. He pulled the pen out of my shoulder, my blood dripping from it. A thought of him licking off the blood entered my thoughts but quickly left as I saw my chance. I used the built up energy to push him away from me against the wall of my bedroom, breaking the picture frame hanging on the wall. I breathed heavy and deep breaths, fighting the pain as it consumed my upper body.
"I think that's enough." I breathed looking over at him. He shocked expression soon changed to one of someone who was trying to stay calm. His eyes bored into mine as he took unnesscary breaths. He tried to push against the invisible strength keeping him against the wall.
"No." His voice was heavy with anger filled lust.
"Why?" I said watching the blood spill from me as it flowed down my body.
"So they think you're dead or at least kidnapped and will be dead. It matches the living room. Now let me go." I had to admit it made sense. I hesitated for a second then let him go. He was back on top of me in a flash. He had me pinned down just like before except he used more force. His grip on my wrists so tighting my hands were going numb from lack of blood flow. I wiggled underneath him and my pain increased. "Never do that again." He growled at me "I am your Master and you will do what I say. You will not go against me." I stared at him in awe, his power hypnotizing me. He smirked and ripped my shirt and bra off throwing them somewhere behind him. He roughly dragged the pen down my chest, in between my breast causing a red line to appear on my chest. The blood spread over my already bloodied body. He brought his face down to my chest, settling in between my breasts. My breathing hitched as his tongue licked up the blood, a slight moan escaping my lips as his tongue rubbed over my sensitive skin. He lifted his head licking his lips. "Your blood taste so good." He moaned. Next thing I know I'm on my stomach again held down just as before but not as tight. I cried out in painful pleasure as he used the pen to carve what felt like his name into my back, along my shoulder blades. "You are now mine." He growled, lifting me up so my injured back pressed against his cold hard chest. He kissed my neck lightly as he wrapped the hand with the pen around my body, pushing the tip to my stomach, lightly moving it down to my right thigh. I cursed myself for choosing shorts to wear today. He pushed it in deep, piercing muscles and tendons. I screamed in pain and threw my head back as he shoved it deeper at an angle, moving it around slightly. Fresh blood covered my leg and bed. He let me go leaving the pen deep inside my thigh. I fell onto my hands, wincing at the pain that shot through my shoulder and arm when I put my weight on it. I took a couple deep breaths trying to calm myself, mind over matter. I pulled the crimson pen out of my leg as more blood poured out. "Clean up, we leave soon." And he was gone. I got up and stripped off my shorts and grabbed my towel, wrapping myself in it. I limped to the bath room, not caring about anybody seeing my half naked body. I turned on the shower and got in cringing as the hot water hit my open wounds. I quickly washed the blood off of me and washed my hair. I was so transfixed by my blood mixing with the water I didn't notice he was watching me until I was done. I turned off the water and went to grab my towel. He threw some clothes at me; short shorts and a work out tank top, both black but no underwear. "Put these on. Grab a small bag of some things you want to keep then meet me in the living room." I nodded. Aro pinned me up against the shower wall, breaking the tile. "You will answer me by Master. Either, 'Yes, master,' Or 'No, Master.' Got it?" He growled into my face, shoving on my open wounds. They bleed out from the pressure he caused.
"Yes, Master." I barely got out. He released his grip on me and I fell into the tub gasping for air stopping myself from hitting my head on the edge of the tub. I slowly got up and put on the clothes my Master has given me. I mentally sneered as I thought of having a Master. Like, being a slave. I just had to keep telling myself it was worth the pain if I got to kill Edward. I felt like a slut in this skimpy clothes and no underwear. 'At least they were black.' I thought as I grabbed a small back bag, filling it with things I would miss. I felt a pain in my chest as I remembered how I had left everybody with only a note telling them I will stay in contact. I now wished I had at least called and told them where I was. I had just left and got on a plan to Florida as an impulse to get far away from Forks. An Idea popped into my head. Maybe I could give them peace if they thought I was dead. I used my new best friend, The Force and made an image of me packing for Aro's sake.
I grabbed the bloody pen from the bed and I quickly wrote,
"Dear Charlie Swan, I ran away from Forks because I couldn't stand to be there anymore with him around. Tell Jacob I love him and will never forget him. He was the best friend anyone could ask for. If you're reading this I'm probably dead. I'm sorry I never called like I promised. I love you Dad. Tell Mom I love her too and I'm sorry."
-Love Bella
I wrote "READ THIS" in big letters and placed it on the bed side table, hoping that someone would give it to him. I wiped the blood from the pen onto the ruined bed sheets and stood up. With one last look at my room I left, not turning the light off. I broke the image and walked in to the living room. Blood still sprayed everywhere as well as Fred's body.
"I'm ready Master." I said bowing my head slightly to Aro. Might as well give into the whole Master thing.
"Let's go." He picked me up, my bare feet kicking in protest. To a nosey neighbor it would look like I was being kidnapped and that's how they wanted it to look.
"Let me go, I can walk myself." He acted like he didn't hear me.
Once inside the black, dark SUV Felix sped off down the road towards the small local air port.
"Put this on when we get there." Aro handed me a black cloak.
"I don't understand why you can't just kill the human then we can kill the Cullen boy. He did break the law." Caius said sourly sneering in my direction.
"I don't question your methods now do I?" Aro replied sounding bored as if they had talked about this a lot. "She stays alive and that's the end of it."
It was an awkward ride to the airport. They would all glare at me at some point. My wounds started to clot. The blood dried, caking on my right leg, left arms, right shoulder and my back. It hurt like a bitch but I masked the pain. Once we got there I put on the cloak as told and was guided/dragged to a private black jet. It looked like it cost a lot with the blacked out side windows. Even thousands of feet in the air they had to hide who they were in the sun. It was kind of sad. Once on board I knew it did cost a lot by the leather seats and the separate room in the back and a small bathroom beside it. Aro lead me to the room in the back shutting the door behind him. "Sleep, Bella. When you wake we will be there." He motioned to the small bed. It was a long flight from Florida to Washington. I sat down my bag by the wall and walked over to the bed. Once I sat down on it he was beside me, stroking my cheek. "Does it hurt," Moving his cold hand down to my bare shoulder, causing me to shiver at his light touch.
"Yes, but I've had worse." It was true. When James attacked me I was in a lot of pain. Of course I had thoughts of him to help soothe me then.
I jumped when he growled and looked at him confused. "Who hurt you?"
I was shocked, "No- Nobody…well they are dead now." I stuttered. My eyes and mood changed as I thought of the one who isn't. "Except for one…but that's about to change." There was a pause.
"Did I hurt you?" He looked down at my exposed thigh.
"Yes Master." He growled and pinned me to the small bed.
"Don't lie to me." My heart raced at his possessiveness. He's mood changed way more than any pregnant woman I've ever seen. It was tiresome.
"But I enjoyed it. It wasn't like their pain, it was special." I tried to reassure him that I was his. He stared into my eyes. His black stone cold ones boring into my redden brown ones. "No others felt as good or hurt so bad." I appealed to the monster within him. He relaxed and pulled me into his embrace.
"Sleep my Bella."
"Yes, Master." I closed my eyes and did as I was told. I dreamed of ways to kill the one guy who hurt me the most.
Think you will be able to look at a pen the same? I don't...
Yeah, I know it doesn't have much to it but this is all I had time for but the next chapter will have the Cullens in it! (I think, don't remember what I wrote to be honest.) Anyways reviews are awesome, you should try it sometime. :)