Chapter 8: The Fake Thing

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Bristol examined me again. "What's your name, girl?" He asked.

"Bella." I croaked in response, my head still spinning from his last few words.

"Ch-hoose not to let me go?" I said, hysteria creeping into my tone. What were these vampires doing down here? What were they going to do to me?

Bristol let out a hard and sour laugh. "You've seen too much. I can't let you go back. So I'll take you to the Queen and see what she wants to do with you," he answered me.

I examined my surroundings again. I was standing by a something that looked like an airlock, with big mechanical locks that looked impossible for me to attempt to open.

The rest of the cave (if you could call it that) was almost like the land above. Around me now was a garden that replicated the above one, and which diminished into a small village with narrow, winding cobblestone roads.

A larger house, a mansion about the size of the Cullen's, was visible in the short distance overlooking this small village. Looking up, I saw that the ceiling was artificial light, and that's why Bristol was not sparkling.

I shivered as Bristol took me firmly by the wrist. "How did you know I knew?" I asked him as he started to pull me down the sidewalk. Surprisingly, I got an answer.

"You smell of vampire, dear. Why is that?" He said with a frown.

In response, I blushed, and quickly looked at me feet, as I was dragged along. I was calm, hoping too much that Edward would be here to rescue me. I was depending on him, and I knew I shouldn't do that. He had his own problems to worry about. The Volturi, for example.

Bristol was quickly towing me down the street, which lead a winding path up the small hill that held the mansion ( which I guessed was considered the 'palace' to whatever queen ruled over this small village).

The mansion was a light cream color, almost butter. The roof was black shingled, with matching shutters, and the giant front doors I could see (from less than a 1/8 of a mile away) were a deep blue.

The lawn that sprawled out from under it was a luscious green, unlike the park above, which was covered in a light dusting of snow, since it was winter.

I asked another question, a more pressing one. "What are you going to do to me?" I was frantic now, as the distance between and the surface, the air lock, and freedom was growing farther and farther away.

Bristol rolled his brilliant topaz eyes (but of course, they were nothing compared to Edward's).

"Miss Bella, whatever the Queen wants. Most likely, she'll turn you. She is so against killing you humans…you were lucky I was entering the lock and saw you." Bristol informed me, sounding wry.

I gasped, my eyes widening. "But…Ed-" I cut myself off. He didn't need to know about Edward. Or the Cullens, for that matter.

Bristol's eyes narrowed. "Who's Ed?" He asked, sharply.

"No one!" I said quickly.

Bristol guessed, and pretty much hit the mark. "He's why you smell like one of us, isn't it?" He asked quickly, his words coming fluidly.

I looked away in response, and he took that as a yes. Before I could do anything else, he picked me up and darted down the street, and suddenly, we were there. Standing in front of the mansion.

A guard was standing by the door and Bristol turned to him. "I need to see the Queen. I found this human drowning, after falling off the dock, and you know the Queen's policy. Every outsider must be brought to her."

The guard nodded, the door opened, and I was dragged inside, thrashing out and struggling at the darkness of the palace. And as the darkness closed over me, I took a quick glance at the ceiling of the cave to see the artificial sunlight twinkle.

Whoever said that the fake thing was nothing close to the real thing wasn't in my situation. That artificial sunlight represented the last chance of freedom.

Of life.

Of Edward.

So there it is. Sorry if it's a bit short, but I have a vacation to plan for, and therefore, will not be updating for about a week. Sorry.

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