Sorry it took so long for an update...i got busy with school...this is the scene warned about in the previous chapter...its not too vivid...but i figure its probably good to warn others of
Jaden frowned when Vanessa had put her arm on her shoulder. Vanessa was a woman who was far from sentimental, and yet she made an almost comforting gesture. After the door had closed, Liam asked, "Are you thirsty, my dear?" Jaden nodded, trying to look nonchalant, but obviously she'd failed, because the Vampire chuckled as he poured blood from a decanter into a crystal glass. He handed it to her, and when she didn't immediately drink, waiting for him to pour himself a glass, he urged her, "drink, drink, my child." He smiled and added, "I have only just fed, and therefore could not manage another mouthful."
Jaden muttered, "for Vampires that sounds impossible," as she thought back to the way she'd seen her fellow Nichelle Vampires drink. It was then that she realized she's said it out loud, and that the Pure Blood had heard her. Thankfully, he took no offence and laughed good-naturedly. Meekly, she drained the glass. When she stood up to hand the glass back, a wash of dizziness swept over her and the cup slipped from her suddenly numb hands. It shattered upon the floor. "Oh!" she cried, "I'm so sorry sir!"
Liam smiled and laughed a little saying, "its nothing my dear. An accident; no more. Its obvious it slipped." He reached out a hand to help her step over the patch of glass, "Here, you don't want to cut yourself." Jaden took the hand and he helped support her as she moved away from the glass all over the floor, but when her foot made contact with the floor, her legs just gave out. She fell to the ground with a crash. Are you alright, Jaden?" The man asked, sounding almost casual. He extended his hand again, "Here; let me help you."
Jaden groaned slightly as he pulled her to her feet but had to gasp when she found his lips pressed hard against her own. His hand looped around the small of her back, pressing her to him. She tried to protest but the man forcing his tongue into her mouth blocked her words. He broke away from her mouth and began kissing her neck "Sir?" she gasped, "What are you doing?" When he began fondling her chest and slipping his hand up her shirt, she knew he'd gone to far. She tried pushing him away, and succeeded for half a second, before her legs gave out. She fell to the ground once more, this time with the man on top of her.
Sometime in their struggle, he'd ripped apart her shirt and of course she didn't wear a bra underneath. Still struggling to get away, Jaden cried, "Get off me!" She lashed out with her nails and left four deep slashes across Liam's face.
He bellowed in pain and rolled away. In that single instant, Jaden slid from beneath him and began crawling on all fours to the door. But she was too slow. The man grabbed her by her hair and hauled Jaden to her feet. That was enough to make her cry out, but she wailed in agony when his teeth pierced the skin of her throat. He sucked at it hard, until Jaden near passed out, before he eased her to the ground and began fumbling with their clothes.
He stripped her of her underwear and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Leering at her, he stood and began pulling at his belt. "Sir," Jaden pleaded, knowing just how pathetic she must have sounded, but her energy was robbed of her and she could barely keep conscious, "don't." The handsome man laughed as he positioned himself. "Noooooo1!" Jaden moaned. The brute laughed again at her, looked her strait in the eye, before he thrust himself into her with a grunt.
Jaden screamed as layers of delicate skin ripped and bled. Newfound strength appeared and she tried pushing him away. But Liam just grabbed her wrist and bit deeply into it. The pain made her want to die, but her sick mind began contemplating what he'd do to her corpse. So she passed in and out of conscious though, the only constant thing was the agony building with each thrust.
By the time he'd finished with her, hot tears were streaming down her face, but Jaden had fallen quiet. Drawn deep within her mind; within the pain, she waited for an end. Any end.
Jaden burst from her slumber and lurched from the bed, retching loudly into the bathroom sink. Unfortunately, she had nothing in her stomach, so all she did was dry heave painfully. With a groan of misery, she slumped to the floor and curled into a wretched heap. This was how she'd been awoken for the past three weeks. Terrible recollection of her meeting with Liam Neskab visited her as her subconscious took control of her sleeping mind.
It was in this condition that she was found, some time later. She was nearly unconscious, so she barely recognized who it was kneeling next to her. "Jaden," James murmured, stroking her cheek lightly, "Are you alright?"
Jaden's eyes opened only to glare at her elder. Roughly she jerked out of his comforting hold and rose to her feet. Or rather tried to rise. She was half way to being upright when a terrible pain shot through her stomach and a second wave of nausea swept over her. To her great shame, it was into her teacher's arms that she crumpled. "What's wrong with me?" she croaked, her voice raw and raspy from disuse and the effort of vomiting.
James carefully pulled her upright and mumbled that he had no clue. "I am sorry Jaden," he added, not meeting her eye. "I am sorry that you were put through such an ordeal."
"Sorry?" Jaden snarled, pulling out of his hold once more. "You knew that you were taking me to be raped and you told me nothing?" she shrieked, shoving him with a newfound strength. All the anger and she'd built up over the past three weeks bubbled to the surface with a tidal wave's force. Still James did not meet her eyes. She lashed out again, catching him on the jaw with her fist, sending him sprawling. Standing over him, she kicked him, sinking her foot into his ribs. It hurt because she was barefoot, but the satisfaction of hearing James grunt in pain was enough compensation.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she roared, seizing James by the front of his shirt, hauling him up to her eye level.
James closed his eyes, as if in pain, and then softly said, "Had I warned you, your fate would have been the same as Annabelle."
Narrowing her eyes, Jaden hissed, "Who the fuck is Annabelle?" She was an inch away from his face, fangs bared, rage bubbling from every pore.
James opened his eyes, and with an expression of agony, he whispered, "My wife."
