A/N: Well, thank you Blogonafairy. High-5, low-5, you know the drill.
So here's chapter 11. I didn't end up actually getting my two reviews but I don't care anymore. I just want to finish writing this story so I don't have to worry about disapointing my readers even if they don't review. (Oh, yeah people. I can see you!) I have another story started up called I dislike you with a passion. Check it out if you have time.
Anywhoooooooooo, hope you enjoy this.
This is a more grusome chapter. I wasn't in the best frame of mind when I wrote this but don't worry, it wasn't suicidal(Thank goodness!)
Chapter 11
My head was snapped back. I growled low in my throat and forced my eyes open. A face loomed over me.
"Get up you pitiful excuse of a vampire." The man's breath was sweet and filled with a sickly sense of death and decay. I gagged and was rewarded with a sharp pain across my stomach. Starting at my navel and traveling right around my hip, he'd somehow opened a wide gash furrowing through my stone skin. The agony was excrutiating and as my breath left my chest in a scream, the pain seemed to intensify. I bowed, gasping and heard a low, cruel chuckle.
"Oh, I wish I could taste your blood but I have my orders." All of a sudden, his eyes were filled with seriousness.
The next few hours were a blinding cocophany of snapping, tearing, shattering torture.
The Volturi had obviously been practising their techniques and I was left sobbing and limp on the floor of my cell.
My life blurred into two distinctive halves. The first was hazy, dark and agonising. My throat grew hoarse with my screams and eventually bowed out. The blows picked up after that. It seemed Felix and the others lived for screams and were set on making the cell ring with my voice. As soon as my voice died, they started filling the empty, silent air with the hair-raising sounds of my body protesting the horrific strength being used against me. The shrill, grinding shrieks of my skin splitting filled my ears and the chilling, cruel, merciless laughter took place of my screams.
The other half was too short. I could never stay asleep long enough, could never fight long enough, could never keep my shield up long enough. Soon, I simply gave up trying to defend myself and retreated back within my skull. It seemed if I concentrated, I could lessen the pain by forcing myself to forget.
I fainted often. Both the pain and the exhaustion knocked me out repetitivly.
I groaned against the cool stone flagstone floor. The air reeked of blood, urine and the stench of vampire. I lay still for a few minutes, relishing in the comfort of choosing when I could move. Eventually, I slid my hands under my chest and pushed weakly. My arms gave out only a couple inches off the ground. I fell back with a heavy oof. Gritting my teeth, I tried again and though my limbs shook with the effort, I managed to sit – mainly – upright and drag myself to the wall. I leaned up against the frigid surface and sighed, closing my eyes again.
I heard the soft, almost silent footfalls from the other end of the hallway. They moved closer and closer to my cell and eventually stopped just outside the door. I forced my bleary eyes open and waited for the visitor to make an appearance. Finally, the door swung open. I caught a glimpse of the faces of my guards before they melted back around the corner. Alec came, stridding confidently into the space.
"What do you want?" I slurred. My throat ached and the voice that came out was barely audible; even for a vampire.
He eyed me for a moment before speaking, "You look like hell."
I snorted and the harsh movement of air up my windpipe resulted in a coughing fit. I wiped the back of my hand across my open mouth and saw fresh blood mingling with the dried smears and filth streaking my skin.
"What do you want?" I asked again, voice breaking several times from exhaustion.
"Aro wants to know if you've changed your mind. Are you willing to join our ranks and serve the masters for the remainder of your half-breed life?"
"You and I both know Aro has something much more in mind for me. Why spoil all his fun? I'm well aware he wants a scapegoat. Well, here I am." I gestured wildly but my hand fell limply back into my lap.
He sighed, "You know, for a girl, you are rather stuborn."
"So I've been told."
Suddenly, Alec's face filled my vision. I didn't have the strenght to jump or to shuffle away. He was crouching right in front of me, ruby eyes intense.
"You do realise your refusal is also the signature to your own death warrant, don't you?" I closed my eyes and nodded.
"Why? If you know you're going to die? Why don't you choose the path to survival?"
My lids snapped back and I glarred at him. I sucked in a breath and forced my voice to come out strong, "Like I said, you and I both know Aro has something much more in mind for me. Why prolong the enevitable? Besides, I've found my soulmate and I refuse to live away from him within the ranks of merciless monsters," I spat at him, "I will not stoop to your level." My voice peetered out at the end of my sentence and I knew I wouldn't be using it again for a long time.
We stared at each other; me with fury, him with astonishment. Finally, my exhaustion won it's battle and I just had to close my eyes. I slumped forward and was surprised when I felt stone hands catch me and lay me down gently.
"Thanks," I breathed.
Footsteps sounded outside my cell and Alec was summoned away. I pondered over his unexpected kindness but not for long. I faded into unconsciousness quickly.
I was woken several hours to rough hands hauling me upright.
"Time to face the music," Felix whispered in my ear. Chills raced down my spine making him chuckle cruely, "Let the fun begin."
Well, you know what, I think I might publish the next chapter tonight as well...Maybe...Probably.
Does anyone have any fanfic and/or "real" book recommendations? I'm bored silly and I need something to fill in the time I spend sitting in that AWEFULL school bus I have to take to get home. So if you leave your recommendations in a review or PM me I'd be greatful.
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