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My Nightmare Was Blue and Lacey

Bella P.O.V

"What the heck. Oooooooow, I hurt soo much." I groaned after waking up.

My thoughts:

Why does my neck feel like a 10 pound bee decided to commit suicide, and the fastest way was to sting my neck.

Where am I?

What the H-E-double hockey sticks in going on here?!?!?!?

AND WHY AM I SO F-ING COLD!!!!

My soundings were as far as I can tell a mirror walled cylinder. Don't even thing about laughing cause I am sooo overly cereal (although I prefer pop tarts!) imagine it this way, you are in a ginormous toilet paper roll that has a dark mirrored surface. But it was so dim I could only see my outline. So I guess that vaguely answers where the heck I am. Answer: in an oversized toilet paper roll covered in glass. And so since I couldn't see (I was sort of glad cause what if my neck was really bad like swollen as big as a balloon, bad. But not the fun find you get at fairs, no the Macy's parade kind of balloon) and being a chicken and not wanting to touch the side of my neck (cause I am afraid of what I might feel!!!) So lets see here, don't know why I hurt, don't know where I am totally anyways (because the cylinder mirrored thing real doesn't count because I am like Carman Sandiago. I could be anywhere in the world!), don't know what's going on here, and I don't know why I am so f-f-f-freck'n c-c-cold. So as usual, I am… FRECK'N CLUELESS!!!!!

I waited there for about 5 minutes when a light came on. No, not the idea light you get (when you get an idea), but a real light on the top of my mirrored containment unit. I first inspected my neck which had a small pinprick where I felt my attacker stab me. But what I saw next made my cheeks flare with a renewed scarlet. Because the light gave me an idea to why I was cold, so maybe you can call it an idea light. But, I was so mortified by the fact that I was…

Edward P.O.V

I entered the semi-annual Vampire slave auction. That's where a group of Vampires goes out to a continent and chooses a group of 10 "experienced" humans, and by experienced, I mean has had multitude sexual encounters, and by sexual encounters I mean had a bunch of sex! Then a group of 10 "virgin" humans and by virgin I mean has had no sexual relations, and well you get my drift!

But all the auctions are themed which is determined by the continents the items (the humans) they came from just to up the "FUn". Today's auction is for "down home apple pie" girls (a.k.a girls of the ages of 16 to 24 from America). Tomorrow they will have the "Baseball" boys (boys of the ages 18 to 25 from America). They have each girl in a tube of one way mirrors and that before unveiling they have a thick cloth to cover it with. They will explain the "item" up for auction the will unveil her. Well, that doesn't really matter because I can here all of their terrified thoughts!

This would basically be:

"Heavenly father I beg of the…"

"This is just a dream, this is just a dream, this is just a dream." My answering thought was "just the opposite weak human this most people's worse and biggest nightmare coming to life."

-Crying-"Help me, what the HELL is going on here. Somebody please help me. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK"

It's so sad that the weak minded used curse words to express their feelings it real does (or it is to my belief) reduce the vocabulary and your brain power. Seriously, I have read a many of minds that were "fuck this. Shit that"

But the last human she was different, while the auctioneer was getting the note card with the "items" info on it all I could here from the tube was… Silence. Absolutely nothing! I though maybe the poor soul was dead. It would be a better fate then being auctioned off to the ruthless and ravenous vamps in this room. But when I listened harder I heard a slightly more rapid then normal heart beat. So I decided to listen to the auctioneer this time.

"The item up for bid is a 17 almost 18 year old virgin. We caught her in Port Angeles but she lived in Forks, Washington." Said the auctioneer calmly like he has done this a million and 5 times. Which he more-then-likely has.

The name of the town caught me Fork. That is where we (My family, when I had one) lived, but then they pulled off the cloth covering the tube I instantly know that I had to have her! She was wearing what all the other girls where wearing. Skimpy (and lacey) dark blue lingerie. That on the other girls looked well whore-ish and well skimpy but on her she looked like a brunet Aphrodite but that was only one thing that caught my eye (although that was the very first thing. I may be a gentleman, if I do say so my self, but I am still a man!). The second was the look of horror and the redness of her checks. The way her eyes were focused you could tell that she was looking at her state of dress (or undress depending on the way you look at it). So I decide to really focus on what she was thinking and I got yet again NOTHING it was really frustrating! But I made me want to bid on her sooo much more. She just made my mouth pool with venom. I decided I needed to have her, am going to bid!

"DO I HEAR 500" bellowed the auctioneer

I raised my hand but then I heard.

"I will pay 1500, for her!" said the unnamed bidder but the familiarity of his voice made my blood boil (or it would have if I had blood! Maybe it would be more accurate if I were to say venom.)

I did what I had to, so I went in to his mind and saw how much he had and bided greater! I not only saw how much he had to have her to. He wanted to release her I his small 100 acre villa and just let her go for 12 hours and then tracker just to have a little giggle. It not only discuses me but got me think about doing it myself just for the thrill of the hunt.

After my slight daze I snapped out and bided "3501 DOLLARS!" I yelled

I could feel the rage from defeat come off of my old nemesis, so to add insult to injury I turned to face…

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