Like I said, it was just on hold for a very long time!
Well, I found some time to write guys, and romance? Well…. Not my genre but I'm giving it a shot.
I feel my writing gets worse the further into the story I go, sorry about that everyone. I'm trying to keep up the same standard as the first chapter, or higher but it doesn't seem to be happening. I can't seem to describe the setting in an interesting way. All I've got just now is making lists. The walls were blue, the door was white and it had a window. I'm working on it. I'm still exploring what I can do and learning how to make it interesting from start to finish so if you could all bear with me until I get to grips with it, that would be just fantastic. If anyone has any writing tips for me or what you want to see in this story, let me know?
Edward took up the same stance as his brother. His feet were apart, hands supporting his body on the window ledge. He did not sparkle, in the time he and Marcus had been chatting the sun completely disappeared from the skies, allowing the moon to come out and stars to shine instead.
Bella knelt at the foot of the bed, her Master busy but she had not been given permission to leave. Her knees were red and a little bruised by then, but there was no way she was just going to up and leave. She followed Edward's footsteps with her eyes, watched his leather Italian shoes stop and listened to the soft creak of the springs as he sat on the bed.
"Bella, get off of your knees, come have a seat." Edward spoke softly to her. Bella rose to her feet and successfully managed to kick one of the legs on the bed, stumbled forwards and be caught be Edward. "Careful there." Bella shivered slightly at his touch, his skin was icy cold. She had looked up into his amber eyes and found herself unable to look away. They had changed to a very bright amber, they were still utterly mesmerising. When had he found the time to go hunting? In the past two hours? Was it not better for a vampire to hunt in the dark? Bella shoved her thoughts into that box at the back of her mind where every unanswered question lay. What did she know? She was not a vampire.
"I, uh," Bella stammered, finally pulling herself from his gaze. "Thank you M-" Bella had begun to say 'Master' but Edward shot her a death glare and she quickly buttoned her mouth shut.
He plopped her down on the bed and took a seat beside her. "Are you always so clumsy?" He didn't sound annoyed, only amused by Bella's complete lack of grace. She nodded in return. Sadly, Bella had never improved her balance since she first learned to walk. She had always remained the awkward, clumsy girl who could barely stand on her own two feet.
"The things that were going through Marcus's mind…" Edward shuddered. Bella tried to make sense of that, how would he know what went through Marcus's mind. Unless, could he read minds? Was he reading her mind right now? Why did Edward have the ability to break through her barrier? She was usually able to tune right out and lt her mind become the robotic, submissive kind that was valued in slaves. Maybe it was because Edward actually wanted her to use her brain, speak her mind. She had to spend time thinking about what he wanted, he wasn't typical. More questions were locked into the box.
"You didn't know I could read minds, did you?" He smiled at little. "Well, not yours." He added on.
"You haven't been reading my mind?" Bella thought aloud. How could he read her so easily, then? Once again she found her eyes locked with his, unable to break away. He smiled softly as he stared into her eyes. She examined her face, his glassy skin, bronze-coloured hair. He was beautiful. Of course, all vampires were, but him especially. Bella tried to stop herself from thinking that. Vampires were cold hearted, cruel and sadistic. This one wasn't different.
"No," Edward finally released her from her trance, "I can't. He muttered, "It's very infuriating."
"I'm sorry." Bella said automatically to which Edward sighed, annoyed.
"I wish you would stop apologising and just say what you want to say. Tell me what you're thinking, Bella." Bella paused for a moment, she actually had to try to draw her thoughts out, she had learned to shut down completely and just do what she was told.
"I'm worried about Kate." She bit her lip. "Marcus doesn't play nice."
"I'm sure she'll be fine," He dismissed her worries, but at the scared look on her face, he added, "You mean, he actually does that sort of stuff?" Edward questioned, it didn't seem like him to be naïve like that. "Wow, I wouldn't have guessed."
"What did you think a vampire has a bed for?!" She yelled, on impulse. She was angry about how he dismissed her thoughts, not that she wasn't used to it but he was the one who asked! Kate would be hurt! Instantly after she had yelled dread washed over her, "Master, please, my apologies, I beg for your forgiveness." She pleaded, dropping from the bed and kneeling in front of him. Half of her thought Edward would just chuckle and tell her not to be sorry, but really, she knew she was in denial. "I'll do anything," Although Edward had said he wouldn't hurt her, it had happened before.
Edward just said simply, "I suppose you'll just have to make it up to me." He smiled, but Bella's eyes were still on the floor. She got back onto the bed and began to unbutton her shirt, she had made it up to many vampires before.
"No," He pulled her hands away, "I didn't mean that I," He shook his head, "That so, ugh, Bella, just go." Why didn't she get that he wasn't like that? How 'well' had the Volturi trained her? He watched her run from the room with fear in her eyes, Why is she so scared, what has she been through? And so, he made a mental note to ask her tomorrow.