Carlisle's point of view
The Isle was as I remembered it. I looked to Esme, and saw she too loved being here. She should, I almost chuckled, I bought it for her. The small boat moved fast across the water, and took us closer and closer. As we docked I watched Esme gather the girl in her arms, keeping her to her form as she jumped to shore. The talk we had on the plane caused us both to think about our decision to accept this young person into our lives. I had looked to my Beloved and had seen the resolve settle on her face. I knew what it meant. We would let our instincts guide us with her for the time being. I sighed softly, but agreed wholeheartedly with her. This girl needed a chance. And we would give it to her.
As we entered our home on the Isle I noticed the scents of Kaure and Gustavo. It lingered in every part of the house, as Alice had called ahead to tell them we were coming. I noticed a small note on the table. Dear Carlisle and Esme, Alice called and asked if we would prepare a room for your guest. We did so in the smallest bedroom. We hope it is as you wish.
I ran a hand through my blond locks in nervousness as Alice had chosen to involve the housekeepers. I gave a nod to Esme and she followed me with the girl, gasping as I opened the door to the smallest bedroom. It didn't even look like a bedroom anymore. The walls were a light white as they were, but the curtains before the windows made the room dark. The room was almost empty, save from a warm blanket which lay on the ground and some chairs in the corner. Esme quickly recovered from her initial surprise, and placed the girl upon the blanket.
I moved closer and let her turn into my arms, hugging her tightly. She again buried her face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent, arms around me and resting in the small of my back. I let one hand cradle her head and the other rest in the small of her back to keep her close. We stood like that for minutes before I slowly began to move "she's stirring, come, we'll let her wake on her own" We kept the door open slightly, to let light enter the room as we moved out.
The stirring continued as we could hear whimpers come forth. We listened carefully, but sat down on the couch instead of going to her. My hand held Esme's as we just sat there, listening to the pet waking up and looking to the window taking in the view and letting our minds wander.
Pet's point of view
I felt something soft underneath my hand and my eyes opened slightly to see what it was. The softness was unfamiliar, and I stroked it with my hand in gratitude. Mistress and Master obviously had been pleased with me, if they allowed me a blanket. A tear softly slipped across my cheek as memories returned and sadness began to fill my heart, replacing the gratitude. I had killed for this blanket; the woman had died because I drank from her. But I was so thirsty and Mistress hadn't allowed me to feed for so long. I couldn't help it. I couldn't. I couldn't stop.
"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry.." more tears flowed freely as I allowed my body to curl up in a tight ball, clinging to the softness the blanket allowed. I sniffed slightly and stilled, realizing something slowly. My fear intensified as my eyes looked around. It wasn't only the blanket. My whole room smelled different. The whole room wás different. I sniffed the air deeply and let out a soft whine. It smelled like humans and vampires, ones I didn't know. This was bad. Very bad. Mistress had been pleased had she not? Where was she? Where was Master? Where did they take me? I sniffed and sniffed, trying to catch any scent of them. As I searched frantically for any sign my eyes found him. Tall, lean, blond locks and weird topaz colored eyes. He wore different clothes then I was used to seeing, khaki pants, a white t shirt, barefoot. He leaned against the door frame, watching me. I searched my mind, and recognized him. He had been watching me. Together with a female. Master knew them. But where was he?
It shook me to the core as he spoke, his voice soft but clear as a bell. "They aren't here. You belong to me now" I wailed at the words, and shook my head. No. it wasn't true. Neither Master nor Mistress would do this. No. No. No. No. No. my mind and body filled with fear and grief. I hadn't pleased them. They gave me away. Tears streamed down my face as my fingers clawed at my skin, I wanted to feel pain, needed it. Anything to not think of this reality. They had left me. My fingers pulled on my dark locks tightly, causing sharp pain on my scalp. I didn't notice that He just stood there. Watching me. Waiting.
Carlisle's point of view
I let her ride it out. I watched her inflict pain on herself, scratching skin, pulling out hair. She needed to go through this, a way of mourning I suppose. I crossed my arms and waited. I had time. My heart bled for her, but I couldn't let it show.
It took days for her to finally relax slightly. She'd lie for hours curled up as a tight ball, or crawling around in the room whimpering and sniffing the air to try and locate anything that would remind her of Aro or Jane. Sometimes the smell of blood flowed from the room, and we knew she had scratched herself open again, or had scuffed her knee by crawling across the floor in circles. Esme and I took turns going into the room, not acknowledging her in any way, but simply to place a bowl of water in the left corner of the room. We knew she'd find it, and heard her drink every now and then. Food for now wasn't necessary. She had fed only a week earlier and pets could survive on that for long periods of time. The moments I knew she had fallen asleep was when I quickly checked her body, making sure she didn't harm herself in such a way that she needed medical treatment. For now, that was not the case.
The day she finally lay still for hours and only whimpered from time to time, was the day I decided to try again. Sighing I gave a kiss to Esme's curls before walking to the room and opening the door, letting more light in. The girl indeed lay trembling in the corner, eyes refusing to look at me. The whimpers increased and she tried to press her body further away from me. "Mine. Stop that" my voice held more dominance in it than I had allowed in years and it had the desired effect on the girl as she stilled. Her head snapped up and the eyes that had held so much sadness now blazed with anger. The redness within them almost sparkling beneath the brown. Her voice was soft, just barely above a whisper "not yours".
I was amazed at her brave words, but couldn't allow them. I moved over so swiftly human eyes couldn't see me. Crouching down and holding a fistful of dirty hair in my hand I yanked her head up. "Make no mistake pet. You are Mine. Aro and Jane have given you to me. You will do as I want now" my eyes bore into hers, until she gave a soft noise and looked away. Anger was still radiating off her and I hated what I had to do, but I knew I had to break this resistance. For her to be truely mine and before we could even think of helping this girl heal.
"Everything about you is Mine" my eyes looked down her dirty and thin frame. Letting my right hand keep her in place with the hold on her hair, my left hand began to trail her body. "your face" I palmed her cheek, and let my thumb slide across her dry lips. They instinctively opened slightly, but I moved on. "your neck" the collar that had been placed there had been removed by Esme, and it seemed only now the pet was noticing. "your body" as the young girl trembled within my hold, my fingers slid across the two soft breasts, weighing them in my palm after fingers caressed the nipples, both hardening under the touch. Her soft form shook slightly, almost swaying as if she couldn't decide whether to dare try and move away from me, or move closer to the soft touches I allowed. My fingers slipped lower, sliding over the many bruises that covered her abdomen. Her breathing became more rapid as my hand stopped to linger on her pubic bone. My hand then moved down her thigh, careful to not touch the wound I knew was there.
I took a deep breath and smirked slightly, as there was a deepening in her scent. The scent of her arousal began to fill the air. I knew her body was betraying her. Reacting as trained to touches allowed. Sexual or otherwise. My hand trailed up over the inside of her right thigh and I knew she understood as she opened her legs wider. I had realized the first time I saw her she had been used this way, as the evidence in the form of blood smears had ran down her thighs. For now, this was enough and I pulled my hand away. Again I looked into her eyes. "Mine" was all I said before letting go of her hair and rising to leave.
I realized she was crying as the anger had been replaced with sadness. Placing a hand near my feet, she knew not to touch me without permission, but reached for me just the same. "please" I looked down to see the sheer despair in her eyes. I gave a slight smile and remained standing, waiting.
"Please" I watched the girl swallow nervously before crawling closer, and softly beginning to smell me. The action startled me slightly, but I didn't let her notice. She sniffed the air as she held her face mere inches from my feet before moving her body up to smell my legs. To humans this might have been a weird sight. I realized it reminded me vaguely of a dog smelling a human as they are introduced. I let it be. She needed to know every aspect of my scent as I was her new Owner. She rose less than fluently, obviously not allowed to stand very often. Her hands clasped behind her back as she sniffed my right arm, moving up to my neck. I stood unmoving as she moved on to my chest, and lowered again in a kneeling position, ending her movements as she held her face close to my crotch. She inhaled deeply, once, twice. The sound that escaped her throat was a mixture between a cry and a moan, and the sound made me smile softly.
She sat back on her heels, and looked up to my face, making sure to avoid my eyes. My fingers brushed through her locks for a moment before I turned and saw Esme standing in the doorway, watching the scene. I reached for her with one hand, and she came forth to stand close to me, easily wrapping one arm around my waist, body close to mine. The girl started to tremble and began to crawl back, pressing herself against the wall. Eyes more brown than red, white teeth biting down on bottom lip as whimpers came forth, expecting the worst.
I stood proud as Esme's looked at the girl, but made no move to either comfort her or let her fear flare up. "Mine. This is my Mate. I expect you to treat her the same as you do me". She almost frantically nodded, giving off more whimpers. I petted my thigh twice to call her to me and I couldn't help but smile as she slowly crawled forward. My fingers brushed through her locks again as I did before Esme joined us, and I decided it was enough for now. "rest" and with that we turned, leaving the pet alone again in the room.