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Chapter 2
BPOV
We had been moving forever. There were no sounds from the front of the car, no radio, no talking. I was still immobile, only my brain was working, and it was working in overdrive. I had tried to keep track of how many lefts and rights the car was making in hopes that when we stopped I would have some idea of where we were. After 27 right turns, I gave up. There was no way I was gonna remember where we were.
I had been trying to wiggle my toes, thinking that if I started moving them, the rest of my body would soon follow. I had gotten the baby toe on my right foot moving when the car stopped. I was so scared you could have filled a bathtub with my sweat. I was lifted up out of the car and draped over someone's shoulder. Maybe I could poke his eye out with my now mobile baby toe, not that I thought it would do much good, but it was the only option I had.
I was bumped along over his shoulder for 324 steps (I counted) before I was dumped onto the floor.
"Clean her up and get her ready, we start in 20 minutes" The dark chuckler said.
"Man, what did you do to her shoulder, Aro is not gonna be happy that the prime merchandise is damaged." Responded a light female voice. Hope filled me, maybe I could get her to help me.
That thought was demolished as soon as I felt her strong hands wrap around my wrists and jerk me to standing. She threw me into a chair and used something to tie around me so I would stay sitting upright in the chair. She pulled and yanked at my hair, used something cold to wash my face and then sprayed me with some viscous smelling perfume, no doubt trying to cover up the rank smell of my fear induced sweat.
I was slowly coming out of my haze, finally able to open my eyes. I still did not have total control over my body, but I could see. I was in a non-descript bedroom. The woman tending to me was beautiful. She had strawberry blond hair that fell in waves to her incredibly small waist. Her face was porcelain white and stunning. She was facing down trying to put my feet into strappy heels. I wish I could have spoken to tell her that I would kill my clumsy ass trying to walk in those shoes.
She looked up from her task at my feet to look at my face. This must be what evil looks like, beautiful and deadly. Her eyes were blood red, like nothing I have ever seen. She smiled at me, and I knew I was right, I was not going to survive whatever they had planned for me there. Rising gracefully, she walked over towards the bed and picked up a blue dress, and I knew it was meant for me. I had no idea how she would get me into it, I was dead weight and there was no way she could lift me. She untied the rope holding me upright and grabbed me under the arms, lifting me effortlessly and tossed me onto the bed. Using only her fingers, she tore my shirt and bra down the middle and then tore open the button and zipper of my jeans. I was only in my panties (pink polka-dot if you wanted to know) in a matter of seconds. It was then that I understood that I was the only human in the room. .
After she all but poured me into the blue dress, she left me on the bed and went out the door. The dark chuckler followed her back into the room, and they both came to the bed. He bent over me held another vial under my nose. This time it was not wasabi burn, but a brain freeze that I felt. I instinctually pulled my hands up to my head, and was surprised when they cooperated.
"There, now you will find that you can move again," he said. "Get up and follow me."
This was not a request, so I slid myself off the end of the bed and stood on wobbly legs. I hit the floor on my first step, these stupid fucking heels. I looked up at my beautiful captors with a smirk.
"How the fuck do you expect me to walk in these death-traps?" Shit, when will my mind-to-mouth filter kick in, I was 19. I think most people had perfected that by the time they got out of grade school.
"Well, a little blood might get Aro a better price anyway," Dark Chuckler said.
He pulled me through the door and dragged me down the hall. At the top of an impressing set of stairs were eight other people. They all looked lost and frightened and I am sure the same expression was on my face as well. A loud gong sounded from somewhere below and I saw through the railing that a crowd had gathered. They were all looking towards a man with long brown hair. He was speaking so quickly that all I could hear was a low hum. He turned with a flourish towards the steps and the other people started down the stairs. I was concentrating intently watching my feet to make sure I did not fall. I was thankful that my long hair was making a curtain around my face. I wanted to hide as long as I could.
EPOV
She was standing so still, as if she was hoping that she could blend into the furniture. Her hair still covered her face and I could see her trembling from where I stood. I had been holding my breath since I discovered that her mind was quiet to me, the surprise making me pause. I opened my lungs once again and was floored to feel a fiery blaze make its way down my throat. I had been proud that my bloodlust had been under control for so long, but I had never encountered an essence such as this. I looked around wildly, trying to see which one of these nine humans was going to bring the end of my "vegetarian" lifestyle. There was no way I could resist this temptation, I had to have it.
The auctioneer was encouraging everyone to come up and look over the merchandise. This was my chance to get closer and see who was so tempting. The heavenly fragrance only got stronger as I got closer to the end of the line, where the silence was. Of course it would be her, why wouldn't it be?
She was standing straight and tall, proud even though her life was about to be snapped up by one of these monsters in front of her. The other buyers were getting closer to her as well, and I felt an instant rush of jealousy. A very tall man in front of me tried to reach up and push her hair away from her face, but without warning she smacked his hand away. Her head snapped up, face flushing madly and looked at him with ferocious eyes.
"Keep your fucking hands off me." She said. Her voice betrayed none of the fear I knew she must have felt.
The auctioneer came over and stood behind her to try and resolve the situation. He reached around and pulled her hair away from her face, securing it behind her right shoulder. She kept her head up and stared blankly into the faces in front of her. I was waiting for her to make eye contact with me, to see if maybe I could hear her when she was looking at me. Her gaze drifted over to me and she physically started, no doubt noticing the difference in my eye color. Unfortunately, there was no change in her silent mind.
The auctioneer walked over to the podium and picked up a gavel.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to Volterra. I am Aro, your auctioneer for the evening. Please let me introduce our stock for this evening's auction."
Aro proceeded to list the names and ages of the people standing at the base of the stairs. I had no interest in the others, I waited with baited breath to see the name of the woman who had captured my interest.
"And last, but not least, our spit-fire Isabella Swan, age 19. She is not here willingly but when our Demetri saw her, he could not resist adding her to our assortment this evening." He said proudly.
No wonder she was so angry, I would be as well if I had been taken against my will and sold to the highest bidder. The crowd was anxious for the bidding to start, having picked which of these humans they wanted to bid on. The auction started, but I was unable to look away from Isabella. She was still standing tall and looking around the room, drifting over my face more than once. I could tell she was curious why my eyes were different than the others in the room. I tried to keep her attention when she glanced at me, but she was starting to get more agitated as Aro made his way down the line.
Most of the auctions ended between $10,000 and $50,000. There were several bidding wars for the younger women, they were not going to be housekeepers, and my mind shied away from the winners of those women, knowing what they had in store for them.