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A/N: Wow! I was so shocked at seeing the alerts and favourites this story has made so far! And I had real fun choosing a preview for those who sent feedback ;D. By the way, if there's anything you're unsure of or have some questions, please don't hesitate to contact me. I don't bite…but the Vampires do!
Ugh. My head was pounding. I cautiously opened my eyes and hastily shut them when the blindingly bright lights assaulted them. I tried again and had to blink continuously for my eyes to grow accustomed to the killer lights.
What happened?
I remembered the funeral and C.L Foster- the very person who told me about Vampires. Vampires…that surely was the reason why I was trying to remember past events. And then visiting Edward Cullen's condo and said person exposing his fangs at me, and then somehow being unable to move. That was because one, I kept staring at Edward Cullen who in my eyes was a Greek God and which in turn blocked out the mere thought to even run and second, the blonde who licked his lips at me had a vice-like grip on me. Nice.
But the best thing was getting clobbered on the head by an unidentified Vampire's object as well as then feeling excruciating and mind numbing pain which resulted in me not thinking at all. I also must have fainted or blacked out, or else why would I have tried to remember what just happened?
My eyes finally grew accustomed to the lights and literally the first thing I noticed was candles. Everywhere. But the odd things about them were that they were shaped into a symbol – the same symbol for each one – and they were floating. I squinted; nothing appeared to be holding them.
With my right hand, I tried grabbing a candle which was a few inches away from the left of my face only to be forced back by shackles. I looked down to see both hands were cuffed and if I had a free hand, I would have definitely smacked my forehead. How could have I missed the fact that I was cuffed, attached to a 'T' shaped pole so I was left standing and cuffed really tightly was way beyond me. But on the plus side I was still wearing clothes; the black dress I wore at Jake's funeral.
I closed my eyes and wished this wasn't really happening. I then prayed as I still felt the tight shackles around my wrists. But that prayer was broken when I felt strong and heavy gusts of wind and a deep throaty chuckle.
I opened my eyes in shocked and gasped loudly. Because right in front of my eyes, was a room full of Vampires. Most of them were sitting against the wall, but I couldn't see what they were sitting on. Others were standing and I was assuming it was near an entrance or a door. There was an empty space in the middle of the room which was also conveniently in front of me.
Okay, so I was over exaggerating. It was the chilling fear that made me do it; all of the Vampires in there were pale, smooth skinned and beautiful. But they were also deadly, either glaring daggers at me or staring at me as if I was some tasty bone of fresh meat and they also had their fangs extracted- but somehow theirs were not as long as and chalkier than Edward Cullen's. It also didn't escape me that the Vampires were holding the candles, but not all were carrying. I thought a candle was given to a random Vampire.
Abruptly, and too quick for my human eyes, the Vampires stood and those who had been already doing that bowed. And then strutted in Edward Cullen. He had a smirk plastered onto his face and his emerald-like eyes were trained onto me. As he strutted past, Vampires bowed and then returned to the position of standing up straight.
It occurred to me that Edward Cullen seemed to be more than a leader of a Vampire House and more of a pampered, spoilt King. I noticed he was wearing a crimson coloured silk robe and possibly nothing underneath as I could see his bare chest. My mouth turned completely dry as I took in the alabaster skin and the few strands of bronze fibres.
He chuckled darkly and that immediately stopped my ogling. I hesitantly raised my eyes and was anxious to hear what he had to say. I wanted to know exactly why I was here, what for and how long. There surely must have been a reason for him to kidnap me and hold me hostage in his lair.
"Where am I? Who am I?" he spoke in a timid and shrill voice. He began looking around the room and all the other Vampires laughed and some even hooted. He returned his gaze back to me. "Aren't you even going to ask all those pointless and meaningless questions?"
"No." Some Vampires hooted at my reply. Edward Cullen challenged me by raising a brow and I took up on his challenge, albeit I was shitting myself. "I don't know where I am but I could guess. That would take about forever with my guessing skills and forever is something I don't have. Maybe you could walk out not looking a day older then from now but I'm wishing that someone incredibly intellectual will realize you exist and lodge a stake up your ass so deep in there that you'll be wishing you were human and could just poop it out with the rest of your shit. Also, I know who I am and that's Bella Swan and you're an asshole."
When I finished that tirade I noticed absolute silence. Uh-oh. I must have said something wrong for it to go so quiet. Then surprisingly Edward Cullen chuckled quite loudly and the rest of his posse followed. He stopped suddenly and as expected, everybody else grew quiet.
"I haven't had this much fun since centuries. You're going to be a real treat, aren't you Bella?" He took a few steps closer so he was only a breath away from me. "You smell so tantalizing-"
"Stay away from me," I warned.
He trailed his finger from the base of my neck to my arm slowly and I felt a path of electrifying sizzle left on my skin.
"Piss off," I muttered, more out of fear than bravery. It seemed as if I was acting upon basic human instincts- the urge to protect myself or to cower away.
He hissed and right before my eyes, I saw his clean chipped nails grow into a longer length of sharp, pointy and deadly. If Vampires can't turn into bats, they surely must be able to turn into cats; after all, they seemed to be more similar to them.
With his upgraded to scary nails, in a flash, he had his nails cupping my chin. His nails were digging into my skin and I gasped at the searing pain he had inflicted upon me. Tears began forming into my eyes and I bit my lip roughly to prevent them from leaking out- I wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction of making me cry. He gripped harder and before it felt as if knives were stabbing me, now it felt as if extremely razor-sharp teeth were penetrating my skin and not letting go.
"Welcome to the House of Foame. I apologize for not being able to say it earlier," he snarled. If possible, his nails rammed in deeper. "Do you know what Foame means?"
Beads of sweat formed at my forehead and the uncomfortable position of my head caused ache and distress.
"H-hunger." I squeaked out, waiting for him to let go.
Although he didn't. Instead he scrunched his eyebrows and gave me a scrutinizing stare. If I didn't know any better I would have said he was about my response.
Just as he had slammed his nails in me, he disappeared. He was just gone. I looked around the room and was surprised to see him nowhere; I guess Vampires had extreme degrees of speed. It seems as if I wasn't the only one bewildered, the other Vampires were gaping and whispering.
I soon realized they were Halfbloods as they listened quietly to the exchange between Edward Cullen and myself, obeyed an instruction and most importantly, bowed when he entered. I also failed to recognise the icy glare coming from one of the Halfbloods- a pretty strawberry blonde who had her nose scrunched up in disgust at me. Maybe I smelt bad, I joked, and hopefully prayed. Because if that was the case sooner or later they would let me go.
Although for the time being I was stuck here, I just had to do three things: soothe my neck; find out the answers to questions I don't exactly have yet; try to find a way to leave as quietly and quickly as possible if they don't grant me permission to departure from this hellhole.
I started on my first priority- I slowly moved my head in circular motions to stop the ache as my hands were already occupied. After a few seconds of that, I suddenly thought of my chin. I flinched as I remembered what it felt like and how his claws seem to extend in my flesh. I wanted a mirror. No, scratch that- I needed a mirror to inspect the damage.
"Excuse me," I said to no one in particular. "Can I have a mirror please?"
The whispering halted to a stop and all gaped at me. What? C.L told me Vampires had reflections in the mirror…
"A mirror, please," I repeated.
"What for, bloodcake?" I looked to my right and instantly remembered the guy- he was the one who restrained me from moving.
"I just want to check something," I replied honestly, just not telling the whole story and ignoring 'bloodcake'. Ugh.
He moved closer towards me in a heartbeat. In my ear he whispered, "There's nothing on your chin, bloodcake."
I stared at him, wondering how he knew. Was I that predictable? That easy to read? The blonde simply grinned cheekily and lifted his finger. It inched closer to me and I squirmed.
"I won't do nothing. Just want to prove something to you."
I didn't trust him but I stayed still. He rubbed his finger on my chin and shockingly, I didn't feel anything. Not even the sizzle I experienced after Edward Cullen touched me.
"How?" I asked.
"You'll find out sometime," he winked. He leaned in closer to again whisper in my ear. "I remember you Bella Swan. I checked you as well as the other-"
I wanted to know what he was going to say to end that sentence but Edward Cullen interrupted by a loud growl.
"Thank you for keeping Bella company," he said but didn't seem grateful at all, more irritated.
"You're welcome, Sir." He bowed and in an instant he was back to sitting and against the wall. But Edward Cullen didn't seem to hear him, his gaze was transfixed on me and I felt self-conscious and uneasy.
When was he going to look away? Once again sweat was forming and I had to take long breaths to remain calm. Holy hell, what was he doing to me?
"What?" I finally snapped. "What the fuck are you looking at?"
He grinned like a Cheshire cat. "At my food."
"I'm not your food," I hissed. "Anyway, I'm sure I taste terrible. Inedible. I've had plenty of accidents in my life. You just don't know what happened."
"I'm quite positive falling down the stairs doesn't affect the taste of your blood. Anyway, you smell heavenly." He groaned. "It won't be long until I'm tasting your rare-"
"Rare?" I interrupted. My blood type was O+, that was the most common in the world!
Edward Cullen smirked. "Didn't you know you were my singer?" I visibly paled; I remembered what C.L. said about singers. "Oh good, that means you know what it is. And the best part is that I will never let you go. I am feeling the Foame."
Before I knew it I had spat on his face. The other Vampires hadn't anticipated that either as they gasped and clutched onto each other. Edward Cullen was just frozen. A Halfblood carefully approached us with a napkin and cleaned off the spit off his cheek and neck. It took him a second to do it and after he left the way he came, Edward Cullen hadn't moved an inch. Was it possible for Vampires to go into shock? Or maybe they just didn't like spit?
Just as I thought there was something serious going on here, Edward Cullen snapped his fingers and in came another Halfblood with a glass which contained a red liquid. I knew just by looking at it what it was- blood.
"You're going to learn a valuable lesson, Bella," Edward Cullen hissed. My eyes widened to the point of extreme. He took the glass from the Halfblood and pushed it right up to my mouth. "Drink it or another death will be reported to the Police."
I pressed my lips tightly and tried not to inhale the metallic smell coming from the blood. He pushed the glass in my mouth.
"I could just force it down your throat, but I'm not going to. Learn Bella, learn! Or revise on how to go to another funeral!"
That was it. Another clear threat, but not empty. C.L called him the most sadistic and insane Vampire out there, I could see now why.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head backwards; I was accepting it. Just not willingly. I felt the sweet metallic taste descend my throat and instantly gagged. It was revolting and so abominable. I closed my mouth and a few drops leaked against my mouth and travelled downwards to my chest. I felt as if I was going to be sick.
"Awww. You don't want more?" I shaked my head. "Too bad, I enjoyed watching. But I'll allow this to slide."
"Thank you." I had no idea why I said that but it could have been the fact that he could have just forced me to drink all of it.
Edward Cullen chuckled and I opened my eyes. What was so funny?
"You won't be thanking me when you find out whose blood it was." The other Vamps snickered and I frowned. "It was Jacob Black's…"
I definitely knew from then on I was going to be sick.
"You don't look too good, Bella. You're as pale as me!" Edward Cullen commented.
"Oh tickle me!" I weakly shouted at him.
"Tickle you?" I wasn't looking at him but his tone suggested he was baffled.
"I can't say 'bite me'." How ironic would that be?! Edward Cullen chuckled once again.
"I would like it very much if you did." I gasped as his hand came into contact with my skin, instantly cooling it down and sending sizzles through to my skin. "Let me show you to your room, you'll like it very much. But first let's set you free from these cuffs…" His voice drifted away as I myself drifted into slumber.
A/N: Hey! Hoped you enjoyed this chapter! Just to let you know, the blonde (not the strawberry blonde because we all know who that is!) is going to be somewhat important in the future. He says he knows Bella, can you guess who he is? I bet you can't so prove me wrong!