Oh… Jasper can affect her? Good. Maybe I should do some re-reading…

Thanks once again my amazing readers for reviewing my story :) If I'm being honest, I did rush inot this story without thinking what I was going to write about….. That sure was a mistake. So, expect a few filler chapters along the way until I get where I want to be with the story.

Probably a short one, sorry. I have a test and an essay due this week and I suppose I should be doing that right now instead of writing but…. Oh well. I though you'd prefer a short one now to a long one later…

Enjoy the fourth chapter of Beautiful Swan in a Slave's Life.

Bella had been happy. She had a great day. She'd laughed more than she had in years. She sang. Everything had been great, wonderful, compared to the days before. The sun shone brightly in the gardens, she'd decided to take a walk after she had eaten. Her Master hadn't been in his room, if he needed her, she would feel the necklace buzz and hear the bleeps. The Volturi were smart. Every necklace had a controller that let the wearer know when they were needed.

Well, all good things must come to an end. And they do, eventually. But Bella's happiness was ruined very suddenly when she ran into Marcus. "Ahh, Isabella," He cooed, with a very hungry look on his face, "Out for a walk in the gardens, are we?" Bella had long since stopped correcting him. She loathed being called Isabella, it sounded too posh and that's exactly what she didn't want to be. The things that had enslaved her were posh and she wanted nothing in common with them. It was quite lucky, though, Aro called her Bella as he didn't like Isabella much himself.

"Yes, Sir." She replied, never looking up. Marcus was not exactly the forgiving type. In her first few weeks she'd been at the receiving end of his fist many, many times. She had soon learned it was easier for her to do things his way. Her pulsed raced, her breathing deepened. MaSrcus only ever wanted one thing or the other. And both were extremely unpleasant for Bella.

"I thought, seeing as such a lovely sunset was coming up, I would enjoy some of the beautiful roses." He plucked one from the bush and tucked it into his jacket pocket. Blood red, as the roses always were. He walked slowly around Bella until he was behind her, she never flinched, facing her very exposed neck. "I am feeling a tad peckish, though. Hope you don't mind," He muttered as he sunk his teeth into her flesh. Of course she minded, but what could a slave say to one of the leaders of the vampire world?

The pain, it was unbearable. His sharp teeth ripped apart her skin and it was a horrible feeling as she felt the blood being pulled from her veins. It stung viciously, and Bella felt herself grow a little more tired with each second Marcus was drinking from her. She heard her skin crack as his teeth pierced her. Bella did not make a sound, her teeth clenched and her eyes were screwed up, but she was determined not to let out one squeak. He enjoyed her pain, she did not want to give him any more Seconds ticked by until Marcus was content with his little snack.

"Very nice," He sighed, "As always, Isabella." He started to walk away, which Bella was quite happy about, but he paused. Bella knew what he was going to command before the words even left his lips. She knew what he wanted, she was scared. It pained her mentally and physically. As a strange half-breed, she could take more until she broke but it still hurt.

"Shall we take a trip to my room?" Marcus, being the impatient thing he was, roughly pulled Bella into his arms and ran all the way out of the gardens and up five floors where he put her down. "Sometimes I wish you were faster, slave." He spat. Bella cowered from him and made to follow the brute into his bedroom, but Marcus didn't go anywhere. Edward was coming along the hall, just about to go into his own room, when he heard Bella's whimpering and saw her terrified expression.

"Marcus!" He cried cheerfully, heading along to meet the pair, "How have you been?" The two vampires made small talk with other, that neither were very interested in, but were both exceedingly polite. Bella had lowered to her knees, which she was supposed to do if her Master had not dismissed her but he was busy. Edward winced a little, or Bella thought he did, it was gone so quickly that it would have been easier to spot lightning.

"I do hate to bother you, but seeing as Bella was assigned to me, may I steal her from you?" Edward laughed a menacing laugh that scared Bella, what did Edward plan to do? Was he finally taking the role of the master she had expected? Bella was actually a little happy, kind masters were untrustworthy, strange and very rare. She wasn't used to kindness, hardly even from other slaves. She, Kate and another boy named Collin were quite close, but everyone else put themselves first and didn't want to give the other slaves a chance to become Aro's favourite. Aro's favourite was spared most duties and only served very important guests.

Marcus allowed him to do so, to Bella's great relief. She thought, or hoped, that Edward wouldn't do anything. Or at least, she knew he couldn't be as bad as the sadistic beast that was Marcus. Bella was sent to fetch Kate to fill in for her. She pitied Kate, only been here six months, she wasn't quite brave.

Luckily, Edward informed Bella she was in Emmett's room, so no going up or downstairs. When she was let in by Kate, she noticed Emmett standing by the window. "Marcus wants you." Her tone was very heavy. She had been through it herself many, many times since she was eleven and Kate had only been called to his room twice. "Good luck." I wished her.

"Marcus wants me, Master, may I go?" She curtsied obediently to Emmett, who had turned around when Bella began to speak. He sighed, clearly annoyed, "I'm sorry, it's not my say, Master." As Bella had learned, Emmett was quite easy to read if you only watched him. His face fell the moment 'Master' left Kate's lips, he was obviously not happy with that.

"It's not that," She blurted, Bella bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut. But luckily he urged her on, punishment spared. "Don't call him Master." Bella ignored the strange look she was getting from Kate. Emmett winked and a booming laugh filled the air.

"You can read me, after a day? My, my, Bella, you're just like Edward. Go on, girls." He turned back to gazing out of the window and both girls scurried off to separate masters.