A/N: long time no post. Story has NOT been given up on just time is a pain the bum.
'I was walking up our driveway when a sparkling figure appeared. He was beautiful and tall, standing at 6"5. He was layered with blacks and blues. He reached out a diamond hand. I took it and together we ran into the night.
I had been with the man which I call 'Sir' or 'Master' for a while. His rules were hard to get used to and I forgot them way to easily. I barged in on him...drinking blood from our previous waitress whom we thought had run away... he began yelling and was very angry with me for interrupting him. He stood suddenly letting the woman fall to the floor with a thud. He stormed up to me and slapped me across the face with a blood soaked hand. Tiny scarlet droplets flung through the air and stuck on my clothes and in my hair. Master was very strong and with one blow he knocked me to the ground. He began hitting me leaving scarlet marks in his tracks.
"STOP!" I screamed which made him hit harder. "PLEASE!"
He looked down at me fiercely then he grabbed at my flesh on my throat and pulled. The skin on my neck tore and blood flowed everywhere. I struggled for breathe for a millisecond then everything went black.'
I woke up suddenly. My neck and cheek felt wet. I didn't need to feel it to know it was blood. It's not the first time master has been so aggressive. I jumped up and sluggishly walked to the bathroom to wipe the blood from my skin and wash it from my hair.
"Bella?" Charlie called from downstairs.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"I have to go. There is food in the fridge."
"Okay. See you later Charlie." I called as he closed the door behind him. I ran downstairs and flung the fridge open. Nightmares always made me hungry. There was cheese, moulded lettuce and empty beer cans.
"What the fuck?" I asked myself. "You'd think a police officer would be cleaner."
I shut the fridge. I raced back upstairs to get some clothes on then grabbing my wallet and keys I left.