Marcus POV
The one that they called Meyer glared down at me, eyeing the blood on my chin.
"Now Vampire." he growled at me. "Where is Bella?" If my heart could beat I'm sure it would have skipped one. How? I thought. How could he know about Bella?
"What are you talking about?" I asked him, trying to keep my eyes from wondering to the table.
"The little girl." Meyer said. "The one that brought this to you." he dropped the white rabbit in front of me, it now dead. "This is why isn't it?" Meyer went on. "This is why you haven't been getting weaker; why you won't tell us what you know. It's because she was feeding you. How long? How long has she been feeding you? Why? What did you do to her to make her feed you? How did you hurt her?"
"I would never hurt her!" I yelled, realizing to late my mistake. I just revealed that she was the one helping me.
Meyer stared at me for a moment before he continued speaking. "From how those chains are placed around your body you wouldn't be able to lift your arms past your waist and you wouldn't be able to bend your body no more the two inches so there is no way you can lift the rabbit to your mouth to take its blood. This means that Bella would have to hold the rabbit up for you in order for you to take its blood."
Meyer pressed his fingers into the rabbit's body. "Well," he said. "This rabbit's body is still warm which means you didn't get to much blood from it which means…" he paused, looking at me with a sadistic smile on his face. "That Bella is still here."
He turned from me and his companions and started walking around the room. "Where are you Bella?" he called. "Come out, come out wherever you are." He suddenly stopped in front of the table.
"You know," Meyer went on, lingering by the table. "Bella is a very good student, a very smart student. I should know, I'm her teacher. So I just can't think of why she would involve herself with you."
Her teacher! She never said anything about him! But then how could she have known about him? My skin suddenly felt like something was crawling on it. To think that this man preys on children every morning. To think he preyed on her every morning. It was enough to make me sick.
"Why do you think such a smart little girl would involve herself with you?" Meyer asked.
"Sometimes doing what someone think is right isn't always the smartest thing." I answered. And it was true. For some reason or another Bella thinks it's right to help me. And that isn't smart. She's just a child. She should be protected, not put in dangerous situations.
"Is that what you think vampire." he asked, griping the side of the table. "What do you think Bella?!" he flipped the table onto its side.
Bella was gone.