I think that I've come to the conclusion that this school year officially sucks ass!
Why is that? Well, let's start from the beginning: First, I get in trouble with the law and Paul lies saying that I have to do community service. Then I go to a party with Lauren where I take shrooms and meet Joseph. Then I find out Paul has always been in love with me and that he's a werewolf. His wolf then takes charge and scares the shit out of me, oh after I break my ankle that I still have the cast for even though it's all healed (I'm just way too lazy to get it removed). I almost get raped by Joseph. I become mated to Paul. I get impregnated by Paul. Then I refuse his proposal and break his heart before I realized that he's the love of my life.
And now I'm waking up in a car that I have no idea who it belongs to!
I rubbed my eyes and sat upright, looking around me to see who was retarded enough to kidnap me. Paul's the only one who's allowed to do that!
In the front, driver's seat was a really pale guy who had short blonde hair. His black, button-down shirt was very form-fitting and accentuated his bulky chest. The buttons seemed to strain to contain his massive pecs. Damn, if I wasn't in love with Paul, I'd be all over this guy.
I cleared my throat. "I don't mean to sound rude, but who the fuck are you and where the fuck are you taking me?"
The man looked back at me, flashing his blood-red eyes and pearl-like teeth. In fact his teeth seemed to shine they were so white. I wonder what dentist he goes to, because I've been considering bleaching my teeth for some time now.
"Daniela Chapman?" the man asked.
"Yeah, that's me. And guess what? I'm poor so if you're looking for some ransom money, you might as well just pull over right now." I folded my arms over my chest and smiled that I could still keep my attitude in this kind of predicament.
The man chuckled. "I'm Peter."
Rolling my eyes, I scoffed. "That's a retarded name! Now why have you kidnapped me!" I threw my arms up in the air and began to breathe hard through my nose. This asshole didn't even bring my food with me and my stomach was begging for food. And I'm eating for two! I deserve some fucking food!
Peter laughed. 'You're so funny," he mused. "I can see why Paul is so infatuated with you."
That immediately tamed my nerves and anger. "What about Paul?" I whispered.
Peter smirked and turned his direction back to the road he was speeding down. "I'm currently taking you to Paul, but first, we need to have a little chat."
"About what? You know I'm pregnant right?" I decided to throw that last bit of information out so that this peter guy would feel bad for taking me and be a lot less likely to hurt me.
"Carrying Paul's puppy, eh?" Peter fake-cheered. "Oh, you must be so fucking happy. And that's what's we need to take about."
Now I know this motherfucker just didn't call my child a puppy…but what if my baby came out a wolf? My eyes widened as I imagined myself squeezing a fucking animal out of my vagina. I shuddered at the thought.
"Why does mine and Paul's baby have anything to do with you? You pale-freak!" Seriously has this never been out in the sun?
"Apparently your Paul never taught you how to spot a vampire."
My breath got caught in my throat. A vampire. I'm in a car with a vampire, the creature that Paul's meant to protect me from? As soon as I found out Peter's species, I regretted my bad attitude. Why can't I be a nice little girl who does what she's told? Why? "Are you going to eat me?" I whimpered. My hands began to shake and eyes were dry and began to sting.
Peter burst out into hysterics. "No! Of course not. Well, at least not yet."
Not yet?
What the fuck does this leech mean "not yet"?
"Could you clarify that please?" I questioned, praying he was just trying to scare me.
"Well, my mate Charlotte was killed by you mutt, so I have him in captivity at the moment. And he thinks I'm bringing you to him so that he'll behave for me," Peter said. The rain outside began to pick up and the sky turned into a charcoal gray.
"You have Paul?"
Peter began to laugh. "He's my new pet. And you're going to visit him once a day so that he behaves for me-"
"What do you mean I'm going to visit him?" Seriously, this guy is not making any sense at all.
"What I mean is that you're going to see him for a couple of minutes and then I'm going to send you off home. This will happen until you give birth to the baby, which will become my new mate. Then I'll kill you in front of Paul and leave him locked in that cage for the rest of his life."
Whoa!
What the hell? This bloodsucking freak is going to mate with my baby? And kill me? And why is Paul in a cage?
"I want to see Paul," I demanded, my bottom lip quivering. I needed to see him. My limbs were aching without me in his arms, safe from vampires and actually happy in my pissy life.
"Oh you will. And when you do, try not to laugh too much."
I ignored that last part, not really understanding why I'd laugh at Paul if he were some dire situation. The car took a sharp turn, pulling up to a fancy three-story house. It actually looked like one of those homes one would see in Beverly Hills with a celebrity living in.
Oh my God! I'm being punked! I totally thought Ashton Kutcher quit that show. It all makes sense now….
Yea, I'm not that naïve, but that would be so sweet.
Peter got out of the car and blurred (he moves scary fast) over to my door and let me out.
"Now we're guests here, so behave. I want my mate to have a good example even if she's still in the womb," Peter said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me forward.
My hair was getting soaked and sticking to my cold face. "You know, I don't even know if the baby's a girl. What if it's a boy? You gonna suck on his peter?" I smirked at my joke.
Peter snarled and zoomed up to my face, putting a stone hand around my neck. My breathing was obstructed and I felt my feet leave the ground.
"Danni," he snarled. "I really hate you, you know that? You get on my fucking nerves and I want nothing more than to fucking kill you right here and watch as your blood spills all over the pavement and then I'd lick it up. And to answer your question, if the baby's a boy, then he'll be my son. Either way, you're baby's mine."
Peter let go of me and I fell to the ground coughing and gasping for air.
"Now, now Peter. Is that any way to treat a woman?" I heard a smooth voice with a southern twang ask.
I glanced up to see more vampires. The one that had spoken was tall and had blonde hair, like Peter's but longer and with a little wave to it. Then there was a seriously muscled one, who looked like he had taken steroids. And there was one with copper hair who had his arm around one with long brown hair.
"C'mon inside," the southern one said. He walked up to me and held out his hand to help me up. "Name's Jasper, ma'am."
I fought to hide my smile. Lauren had a gerbil named Jasper and now all I can think of is little rodent shit every time I see this yee-haw hoe.
The coppery-haired one growled in my direction. "She's rather immature. It's no surprise that Paul has imprinted on her."
Immature? Who does this fucker think he is…no wait. He's totally right.
I took Jasper's (hehe) hand and he pulled me up to my feet. "Let's get you inside and into the warmth. We need that baby of yours healthy."
Great! Even these vamps are on the whole kill me and mate my baby idea! Are all vampires sadistic and freaky?
"No," the copper haired one answered, as if he could read my thoughts.
Well that was weird. I rolled my eyes and walked inside with them.
"Well Carlisle and Esme took Alice and Rosalie off to Vancouver. It seems Nessie and Jake tried to pull one of their whole let's go off for a real long time and scare everyone else trips." The steroided vampire lumbered over to the giant TV in the middle of the large room and turned it on, changing the channel to some sport.
The girl vampire who was with the copper-haired one looked at me an odd look on her. She sort of looked vaguely familiar. As if I've seen her picture somewhere. She stepped forward. "I'm Bella and this is my husband Edward," she said as she motioned at the copper-haired vamp.
I just curtly nodded. I figure that Paul wouldn't like it very much if I conversed with bloodsuckers. Even if we had a huge argument earlier, I still want to be on his good side so that he'll take me back.
"I'm Emmett, if anyone cares," the muscled one called out from the couch.
Yea, well I didn't care. "Peter, you said you'd take me to Paul," I reminded him.
Peter perked up. "C'mon guys, you got to see this." He walked into the other room for a brief second and then came back with a roll of duct tape.
"Why do you have that?" I asked, sweat starting to collect on my forehead.
"We're gonna have some fun first," Edward smiled. "You see, Paul threatened my mate's life, and now it's time I get him back."
"Paul threatens everyone!" I yelled, panic starting to wash over me, engulfing my core. "He threatened the weather man because he got sick of that heat wave last month!"
"Regardless, no one tries to hurt my Bella," Edward said as he snatched the tape from, tore a piece off and put it over my mouth.
"Much better," Peter joked, getting the rest of the leeches to laugh.
Oh I just can't wait for Paul to see this! He's gonna go berserk and then all of these fucking leeches will be dead! Each and every single one of them! I grimaced as my hands were taped together in front of me. Even my feet were taped together.
Peter picked me up, swung me over his shoulder and walked over to a door at the end of the room. He opened it up and then walked inside, apparently it leading to a basement as we descended a flight of stairs. The other vampires followed, each of them looking eager to see what was going down.
"Paul!" Peter yelled out. "Guess what your master brought you!"
There was the clanking of metal and then I heard a feral growl. "DANNI!" Paul screamed out, not guessing, but more like trying to get my attention to see if I were okay. Desperation reeked in his voice and I could sense that he was in trouble.
Peter came to stop and set me on my feet. I gasped.
Paul was naked in a cage, a dog collar around his neck. He looked up at me from his hands and knees with the most pained expression I've seen on his face. He tried to shove his arms through the bars on the cage, but his biceps were too thick and wouldn't let them fit all the way through. I could see how hard he tried to reach me from the cage, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"Please!" he begged. "Give her to me!"
Peter laughed. "No, I think we'll let you guys touch tomorrow."
"What?" Paul roared. He screamed and gripped the cars in his powerful hands, shaking them with yells of torture. "I'll fucking kill you if you hurt my mate!"
Peter smirked and leaned down to me, running his cold tongue along my cheek. I tensed up and twitched, whimpering and looking at Paul with desperate eyes, pleading for him to make it stop. I know it was impossible, but my instincts told me to call out for Paul for help. I knew deep down he'd protect me, but now…I'm lost.
Paul looked at my desperation and fear and I saw something in him break. His brown eyes turned yellow, letting his wolf take charge and be in control. He roared with anger. "GET AWAY FROM HER!"
Peter chided, shaking his finger from side to side. "Now is that anyway for a good dog to behave? Now I'm gonna have to punish you."
The rest of vampires went upstairs.
Peter pushed me down to the ground and ripped the tape off my mouth, making me scream out in pain. Paul, in response, let out a viscous snarl. As I lay on my back, I turned my head to look at my Paul as he was trapped in the cage. He stared back at me with hurting eyes. He wants to save me, I know, but he'd unable.
I mouthed that I forgive him. Then I mouthed "Sorry" and "I love you."
His bottom lip quivered and his mouthed back "I love you too."
Peter unbuttoned his shirt, removed it and threw it to the floor. He then unfastened his pants and let them fall to his feet.
I whimpered. "What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna show Paul how I can take everything from him if he's a bad dog," Peter smiled a maniacal grin of pure evil.
I tried to get up and run, but Peter pushed me flat down on my back, now hovering over me. "You may be a fucking bitch, but you're so fucking hot when you're scared," he grinned. He kissed my cheek and moved down along my jaw, finally settling down on my mark that showed I belong to Paul.
Paul had his eyes wide as saucers now. His hands were trembling and I could see his Adam's apple quivering. "S-stop," he stuttered. "P-please don't!"
"I'm already hard," Peter chuckled as he pulled down his boxers, showing off his erected member.
My whimpers became wails of utter fear. "Paul!" I screamed, looking at him dead on. "Please! Help me!"
Paul phased and began clawing at the bars of the cage, all to no effect.
Peter shoved himself inside me, making me scream with the intense pain it gave me. I couldn't even stop screaming, which made Peter thrust harder and faster, actually bruising me within seconds.
Paul howled, his cries matching mine.
I tried closing my eyes, attempting block all of it out. Paul's cries rang in my ears, consuming my thoughts.
Peter grunted and I felt as if someone has squirted ice water inside me. I whimpered and covered my face to hide my humiliation as I started crying.
Paul continued to howl, even as Peter got to his feet and dragged me out of the basement by the hair.
I'll save you Paul, I thought. For the first time, an imprint will save their wolf.
