Hey guys! Another day, another chapter. Lets get into Edward's head a little here, shall we?

This chapter was named after 'Blood' by The Editors. Great band, great song.

Disclaimer: It ain't mine!

Bella Swan's Point of View

I was practically thrown by Edward into what I could only assume to be his room.

It was as regal as the room I had been in previously, only with a few modern touches added here and there. A television, stacks of CDs and DVDs, wardrobes and drawers, a giant four-poster bed made of the richest mahogany wood. Even an Xbox sat upon the floor near the television.

What stood out to me the most, however, was the giant set of red velvet curtains covering one wall. A tiny slither of light could be seen just between them telling me they were covering a giant window. How I longed to be on the other side of it…

The room was altogether pleasant, and in normal circumstances I would probably have liked it. But what would happen to me in these four walls would not be normal. They would be dark, they would be harsh, and they would hurt.

I covered myself as I scrambled onto the bed, shivering from the cold, hoping the soft silk sheets upon the bed would offer me some kind of warmth. Edward said nothing to me. He merely closed the door with a bang and marched over to his wardrobe, pulling out a black dressing gown. He threw it at me.

"Put this on and have some decency about yourself," he snarled.

I frowned.

Hey, asshole! You guys were the ones who stripped me naked!

Of course I never said this to him. What was the point in arguing? They had me where they wanted me. This was their domain, not mine, so they had the upper hand. I knew it was best to stay quiet and conform for now. I slipped on the gown, tying it at the waist.

"Where am I?" I asked. The words fell from my mouth without thought. I just needed to know. For my sake, for mum's sake.

"Volturi Headquarters," he answered, closing the wardrobe and lighting a few scented candles around his room.

I swallowed.

Volturi Headquarters. I'd heard of this place from other survivors during mine and mum's travels. This was not the place to be. In the vampire world, these guys were big. And I mean big. They were like royalty. They were really throwing me in at the deep end with this place. Eventual escape would be harder than I thought.

"And where exactly is that?" I asked.

"That's none of your concern," he replied, lighting his final candle before blowing the match out.

"But my mother will-"

My answer was cut sort as he was suddenly in front of me, his nose touching mine, causing me to gasp.

"I don't give a fuck about your mother," he growled. "Now tell me what the fuck you are!"

My heart thumped in my chest, my breathing getting heavier and faster. He'd asked this questioned before, back in the throne room. I was confused, not sure what he was getting at.

"H-human… I…" My words came out broken.

He jaw tightened as he started to push me back onto the bed and crawl over me. Normally I would have blushed, but at that moment I knew nothing but fear.

"You are no human," he said. "Your smell, your silence… No, you're not human."

His eyes scanned my face again, much like he had when he first saw me. My fingers trembled as they gripped the sheets underneath me. I didn't smell bad, that I knew. And as for silence, this had me lost. I had spoken, hadn't I? I had hardly been silent.

"I… I am," I mumbled. "I'm human."

Course I am! What the fuck else would I be?!

He shook his head, his red eyes darkening. "Let me taste, lets see if that helps."

Before I even had time to think, a pain shot of my neck as his fangs sank into my skin, his mouth beginning to suck, drawing the blood from me. I began to scream, flailing my arms in any way that could to try and escape. His body soon put a stop to that, weighing me down so I could not move. I still tried to shake myself free.

His hand snaked its way up my neck, holding the bottom of my head to better angle me so he could feed more. This eased the pain somewhat and I felt my body slowly go limp the more he drank. I soon stopped fighting, knowing it was pointless to even try now. I felt weak and he was far too strong for me to win anyway.

So this was it, this was feeding. It was painful, my neck stinging where the two puncture marks were. I could feel my life-force draining from me, almost like I was slowly falling into a deep sleep. His other arm snaked around my waist, holding me in place as my body became too weak to control.

A Blood Slave… This was now my life…

xXx

Edward Cullen's Point of View

There were no words to describe her taste. It washed down my throat like the finest wine, making me yearn for more. Should I not want to keep this delectable blood forever, I would have drank her dry right there and then. It was pure heaven, the greatest blood I had ever tasted in my long life.

Nothing compared to this.

I had tasted many humans in my life, killed half of them on the way, but they tasted like pond water compared to this. This girl would not be drained, not ever. I'd keep her alive and taste this blood for as long as she lived. It was pure perfection.

But whilst she brought me great pleasure, she also brought great frustration.

Silence.

Pure silence.

I could not hear one single thought that came from her mind. Not a single word, a single noise. Nothing. In over a hundred years of being a vampire, I had never come across a creature that I could not hear.

It was one of my special traits, ones only certain vampires were gifted with. And mine was that of reading minds. I could hear everyone. Vampires, humans, animals, insects. Every little thought was mine to listen to, every mind an open book for me to secretly read. I knew every secret, every confession, every truth that everyone I'd ever met had ever had…

Until I met this girl, standing naked in the middle of that marble stage.

Isabella.

She was silent, a closed book, the ultimate secret.

And this frightened me.

What did she have? What was she thinking that I could not hear? Who the hell was she?

I needed to know. This could not go undiscovered. And for that reason I chose her immediately. She was not only the carrier of the most perfect blood in existence, but she was a mystery. A mystery I was determined to get to the bottom of if it was the last thing I ever did.

Feeling her go limp in my arms, I knew I had had my quota of blood. I slowly pulled my fangs from her skin, sealing the wound with my saliva and set her gently on the bed. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed from the feeding, her entire being tired. I looked back into them, big and brown as they were, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Perfection," I whispered to her. "I tasted, and it was perfection."

All she could do was nod as her eyes started to close. I lifted her from the bed, jolting her awake slightly, only to set her back down under the covers this time. The blood was perfection, and I had to keep that blood safe and sustained. And in order to do that, Isabella had to be well looked after. Not only for the blood's sake, but also till I had discovered why she was silent too.

I tucked her under the covers, making sure she was comfortable and warm.

"Sleep now," I said. "You need your rest, Isabella."

"Bella…" she mumbled. "It's… Bella."

And with that her body went limp, sleep taking over her. I blinked.

Bella… She was Bella.

It made sense with such beautiful blood. Her name fitted her wonderfully.

I brought my hand forward, ready to stroke her soft brown hair, but soon retreated it. No, that was an action of affection, and that's not what this was. She was my Blood Slave, and the greatest source of my frustration. I would take care of her, yes. But I would not like her. It became too personal that way.

I got up from the bed, moving away, blowing out my candles before looking back at her.

Bella… What the hell was she…?