Hey guys! Rachydoodle here with another chapter of Bloodstream. Thank you so much for the reaction to the prologue. It seemed to go down well so figured I'd give you all another chapter.

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This chapter is named after 'Live in Fear' by Mark Crozer. I love this song, and as a WWE fan I listen to it a lot.

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Bella Swan's Point of View

I must have passed out shortly after as I was taken, because the next thing I knew I was opening my eyes to reveal a dark stagnant room made of stone, reminding me of a medieval cell. The smell of sweat filled my nostrils and voices filled my ears as I came to. My eyes focused on my surroundings, seeing that I wasn't alone.

The room was filled with humans, both male and female, all confused, all scared. I sat up rubbing my head, a shiver running throughout me. I looked down, I was naked. Then again, so was everybody else. Not a slither of clothing was on any of us. I subconsciously wrapped my arms around myself, trying to protect my modesty.

Where am I…?

I wasn't the only one wondering the answer to this question. I could hear it coming from several people, some sounding confused, some screaming it in outright terror.

It was obvious these people were in the same position as I was – they had been taken by the vampires and we didn't know what would happen next.

I brought my knees up to my chest and huddled against the wall.

How had I let this happen? I'd always been so careful in the past when going out on one of my searches. The vampires had never once come close to getting me. Had I let my guard down? Was I noisy? Was I too out in the open? It didn't really matter now, they had me, and hell did I know how to get out of this.

All I could think of was mom still in the station waiting room, waiting for her daughter to return. Only I never would. I brushed the tears that fell silently from my face. She was out there alone, no companion, no help, no defence. What would happen now I was gone? Would she make it? Would she find help? Or would she fall to the same fate I had?

I shook my head. No, I couldn't think like that. My mother was a strong and independent woman. She would be okay… She had to be…

The noise of footsteps brought me from my thoughts, silencing the voices of many of the people in the room with me. I looked up seeing the two vampires who had taken me emerge from a door into the room. They were not alone.

A small and petite woman accompanied them. She was blonde and strangely beautiful. She stood much shorter than the two males, yet she seemed the one in charge. I swallowed as they closed the door, scanning the room, taking in all our faces.

She smiled a sickly sweet smile, silencing everyone. Not one person moved, either paralyzed by fear, or frozen in confusion. I felt I was a little of both.

She said nothing as she made her way through the crowd, staring at faces intently, assessing everyone. Occasionally she would stop and point someone out, and Felix and Demetri would grab them, bringing them to a front. A few people sobbed, many shook, others tried to hide. But none escaped, she was assessing everyone.

What was she doing?

There were about 12 people at the front before she stood before me. She looked me up and down several times, taking me in. My eyes did not budge from hers. I didn't know whether I was trying to intimidate her or if I couldn't move them from fear, but I refused to look away. I had to show some semblance of bravery and strength. She smiled.

"Name?" Her voice was as beautiful as her face.

"Isabella…" I said, my voice breaking at the end.

She nodded and pointed to me. "Go to the front. Now."

I didn't hesitate; I did as I was told. I wasn't sure what these guys were capable of. I listened and did what they said to do. She continued her rounds, calling 2 more up to the front before Felix spoke.

"That's the 15 Blood Slaves Aro wanted, Jane."

Blood Slaves…

Blood Slaves! I was going to be a Blood Slave. Holy shit… I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. The safest option, yes. But this meant I would soon become a belonging, a food source, a slave to one of these monsters. My life would no longer be my own.

Mom…

She nodded and made her way to the front. "Follow me." She said, and we did. We left the room, the door closing behind us. What happened to the rest of those poor people I left behind, I would never know.

I shivered as we walked in single file, wishing I had something, anything, to cover my cold naked body. I was too frightened to care now about people looking me. Dignity wasn't exactly in the forefront of my mind. Survival was.

We were soon ushered into a large hall, velvet red curtains draped across the walls, gold lace and ropes across them. The floor was made of marble, gorgeous paintings covering the ceiling. It was so rich, so regal, so beautiful. I had to gasp as I looked at it all. Whoever these vampires were, they were wealthy.

A small marble stage stood in the middle of the room. It was surrounded by red velvet chairs, no doubt for those who would choose us. At the head of the room stood 3 thrones. We were moved up onto the stage, all of us bunching together, partly for safety, partly for warmth. A black haired woman next to me let out a sob. I knew how she felt.

I let out a shaky breath as 2 giant wooden doors burst open, we all did. At least 20 of them entered the room, their eyes red, their skin white, all of them annoyingly beautiful.

Vampires.

They took their seats, mumbling amongst themselves, all looking at us, seeing who we all were, what we had to offer. I backed myself up until I was in the middle of the group of humans. I did not want to be seen.

A hand was raised by one of the vampires upon the thrones, silencing the room. He clasped his hands together.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Blood Slave bidding." Everyone applauded, we all huddled closer together. "We have a lovely selection for you here today, men, women, whatever takes your fancy." They applauded again.

I wondered to myself if this was the Lord Aro the others had mentioned previously. He looked like a figure of authority, his cloak long and black, his figure lean and tall. His eyes shone the brightest in the room. He looked toward a young man.

"Alec, would you like to choose first?"

A boy stood up, his hair dark. He looked so young. He smirked, heading straight to the black haired woman who had sobbed beside me.

"Her," he said. "Lets see if I can scare the blood out of her."

The poor girl let out an involuntary scream as he grabbed her. I fought back tears. This was terrible, cruel. We were like cattle at a market, herded in and out to whoever wanted us. What would happen to us, none of us knew. She fought, kicking and screaming as he led her through the doors and out the room. Her cries could be heard down the corridor. I closed my eyes, a sob threatening to burst from my mouth.

Be strong, Bella. Be strong.

I repeated the mantra in my mind.

"She seems a lively one," Aro smirked, the room laughing along with him. I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. They made me sick. "I believe Edward may go next."

From his seat at the back of the room rose a young man, his hair as bronze as a sunset, his eyes redder than rubies. He was tall yet toned, his chiselled jaw making him as beautiful as every other vampire in the room. He seemed to have a natural confidence about him, as if he was well liked by his peers.

He walked to the stage slowly, calculatingly, looking at each and everyone one of us careful as he made a full circle around us. It seemed like an age as we stood there shivering, freezing cold. He looked at us time and time again.

He stopped suddenly, making every human on the stage gasp. He turned his entire body to face us. He moved swiftly, dragging people from the stage to get to those of us further in before he stopped in front of one of us. The one that was hiding.

Me.

He looked me up and down, his face etched with confusion. I covered my breasts with my arms, trying to shield myself from his predatory eyes. I let out a shaky breath, looking at my feet, too afraid to look him in the face.

Be strong, Bella. Be strong.

All of a sudden he clenched my jaw between his thumb and fingers, lifting my head up to meet his eyes. I swallowed hard as I looked into those red depths. His eye brows furrowed as his eyes searched my face. He licked his lips, slowly shaking his head.

"What are you..?" His voice was like silk lace, it felt so soft on my ears.

It felt as if we stared at each other for an age, almost as if we were the only two beings in the room.

"So, Edward," came Aro's voice. "Have you chosen?"

"Her," he said confidently, his eyes never leaving mine. "I choose her."

The vampires in the room voiced their approval, nodding and applauding.

"A wonderful choice," Aro smiled. "And a beauty at that. I'm sure her blood will be most pleasing."

Edward ignored him, his gaze falling all over my face and body. "The silence…" he whispered, looking at my brown eyes again. "What the fuck are you?"

My lips trembled. The silence? What was I? I didn't know what he meant. Was there something wrong with me? Was I not good enough? I wasn't sure what vampires particularly looked for in a Blood Slave. He hadn't tasted me yet so I wasn't sure if they went on looks, character, strength.

But he had chosen me, and he was quite firm on his decision too. So I couldn't have been that bad.

I shook my head slowly. "I… I don't…" Words failed me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Isabella," I replied.

He looked at Aro, his faze finally leaving me. I let out a deep breath, almost like it was a weight lifted from my shoulders. "I look forward to tasting what Isabella has to offer."

That caused me to gasp.

That's right. I was his Blood Slave now. He would feed from me each and every day, as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted. My life was no longer my own, it now belonged to this Edward guy. I began to breathe heavily as the realisation dawned upon me.

I was his now…

He grabbed my hand and pulled me from the stage. I let out a single solitary whimper as I was led out of the room.