A/N: Wow, it's been a while. I'm really sorry to keep you guys waiting so long! I've been busy with senior stuff and college prep stuff. I still intend to finish this fic, it's just going to be a little bit. I hope to get another chapter up soon, hopefully within 2 weeks.
Once again, I'm really sorry about the wait!
"Face to the Floor" – Chevelle
Like a face / Getting forced / To the floor / And either way / You're way too close to it all
Once Peter had finished, and dragged me out from the basement, I was yanked to my feet. Immediately I felt pain in my private area and winced when he made me follow him out to the living room.
The rest of his vamp friends were sitting on the couch, the large one…I forgot his name- was playing some video game with Jasper. None of them acknowledged me as Peter led me outside and to his car. I was shoved into the backseat, not even aware that he zoomed to the driver's, inside within a matter of milliseconds.
Peter chuckled. "You were fun. It's a shame you're gonna die after you give me my mate."
I grimaced at the thought of this dead fuck being anywhere near my baby. Seriously though, he's dead. Does he even have a heart beat at all? Without anything witty to say (or because I was sort of afraid of him), I kept my mouth shut as he drove off down the road.
It was still raining outside, the weather pretty much staying its usual crappy self. Seriously, does it like never stop raining? Once again, my private area throbbed. Okay, maybe Peter punctured me or something. Is that even possible?
"So I'm gonna drop you off at my friend's house," Peter said. "He's human and doesn't know about any vampires or dogs, so keep your mouth shut."
"Or what?" I demanded, somehow getting my attitude back, even though I knew that was very stupid of me.
"Danni," Peter laughed, "you need to learn your place. 'Cause I could easily kill Paul right now if I wanted."
I sat up straight and felt my body get cold with fright. "What?"
Peter smirked into the rearview mirror, knowing that I was watching him through it. "I have Paul's life in the palm of my hand. Just push me enough, and he dies. Understand?"
Paul. How the hell that man managed to get trapped in a cage, I'll never know. However that's beside the point. My Paul is trapped in a cage! And some psycho vamp-bitch is threatening to kill the love of my life. "I understand."
"Good girl," Peter smirked…that asshole.
Eventually we pulled up to a familiar looking house. When have I been here before? It was two-story and painted white. It seemed not to be that far of a drive, so I knew we were still in Forks. Whose house could this possibly be?
Peter got out of the car and pulled me out of my seat, forcing me to walk up the pathway with him. He loudly knocked on the door, only having to wait about two seconds before the door was opened.
"You're Lauren's friend!" the guy who answered said. What the hell was this fucker's name? He had blond hair similar to Peter's, but this guy had blue eyes and a baby face that reminded me of a twelve year old.
I cocked my eyebrow, as well as Peter.
"It's me, Mike Newton," the guy reminded me. "You came to my party."
Oh yeah! Mike Newton's the guy Lauren tried to have sex with, but he liked some Bella girl. Wait, could that Bella be the same Bella that was a vampire? No, there's no way. What girl in her right mind would want to date a vampire? They suck! Literally!
"Yeah, I remember you," I said in a fake cheery voice, so as to make Peter happy.
Peter cleared his throat and Mike stepped aside. I was ushered inside into the living room where Peter pushed me onto the couch. Mike eyed him suspiciously, but shrugged it off.
"Okay Newton," Peter said in an authoritative voice, "this is my girlfriend I told you about. Remember our deal."
Mike nodded.
Peter smiled and looked at me, a mischievous gleam in his bitch eyes. "Bye Babe," he smirked. He walked out of the house and I heard the car zoom off.
Damn I hate that fucker.
Mike sat on the other side of the couch, eying me nervously. His face was red with blush and every now and then he'd wipe the sweat from his palms on his pants. "So uhhh, you wanna do it in the bedroom or here?"
I shot off the couch. "WHAT?"
Mike held up his hands in defense and his face got even redder, almost to a more purplish color. "Dude, chill! Peter told me that you'd be a good fuck!"
"That was your stupid deal?" I shouted. A little bit of me was a little relieved that was all that the deal included. At least he didn't want my kidneys or anything.
"No."
I guess I thought too soon.
"What was your deal with Peter then?" I asked, moving a little to Mike to intimidate him. However the bulge forming in his pants told me that he thought I was trying to be seductive. Stupid meathead.
Mike licked his chapped lips. "Peter said that if I kept you here for the night, he'd sell you to me."
"Like a prostitute?"
Mike shook his head. "No, I mean…like, well you see…um…" He stumbled over his words, unsure how to tell me that apparently I was some property to be bought. Hopefully I fetched a lot of money. I think maybe about one million. Yeah, I'm worth that. Well, double considering I have a kid inside me.
"Spit it out Newton!" I growled, growing impatient.
"Peter said I could buy you, to like…keep."
"Like a pet?"
"No, like one of those mail-order brides."
Immediately I felt sick to my stomach. This fucker here thought he could buy me to marry him? Then again, I've always supported buying one's love. Shit, I totally would have warmed up to Paul a hell of a lot sooner if he had bought me stuff.
"How much did you buy me for?" I questioned, a little curious to see my worth. It was sheer curiosity. Plus I could see right through Peter's plan. He just didn't want to take care of me for nine months, so he sold me to this Newton kid. Clever asshole.
"Three," Mike said.
"Three million dollars?" I almost shrieked in disbelief. Holy crap, I know I'm awesome, but three million dollars? Wow! Wait until Paul hears some kid tried to buy me for three million dollars. He'll flip!
"No, just three dollars," Mike stated.
My ego deflated and my jaw dropped. "Three fucking dollars? You think I'm worth three motherfucking dollars!"
"I thought it was bit high too, but I guess you must be good in bed to fetch that much."
Dude. That sucks ass. "Just stop talking Newton," I grumbled, sitting back on the couch. Mike still kept his eyes on me and got up. He walked down the hall for a bit, and then came back into the living room.
"I thought you might be a bit chilly, so I turned up the heater," he said. I heard the hot air from the heater blast into the room and soon the living room was sweltering. Damn, he must have put it on ninety!
Mike fanned himself and pulled his shirt off. "Damn, it's gettin' kinda hot, huh?" he smiled. He'd dart his eyes from my face to his chest, telling me to check him out. Well, I did and it wasn't that impressive. Granted, he does have a nice chest, however, in comparison to Paul's, he looks like a weakling.
"Your pecs look like moobs," I sighed.
Mike frowned, but kept his shirt off. "So Danni, I heard from my friend Amanda that you're a lesbian. Wanna call over one of your friends and we'll all have fun together?"
"I'm not a lesbian!" I screamed. Will I never escape that rumor? I shot off of Mike's couch and made a dash to the door, but Mike was too fast. He had his arms around my waist, holding me back. He wasn't as strong as Paul or Peter, but he was still stronger than me. I leaned all my weight down, making us both fall onto the floor.
Mike hit his head on the way down, making him groan and grab at his with both his hands, freeing me. I leapt to my feet and ran over to the door, finding it was locked. No! No! This can't happen!
Mike laughed from the floor. "Silly girl. You need a key to unlock the door."
Bitch! I ran back to Mike and kicked him the stomach with my foot that was still in a cast. He yelped and moved his hands to his stomach, blocking my next swing.
"Where's the key?" I yelled. I brought my foot back and propelled it forward, only to have it be stopped in Mike's grip. With one might growl, he pulled on my foot, making me fall onto my back. The air left my lungs and I lied on the floor, stunned.
Mike got onto his hands and knees and came to crouch over me. "I already gave Peter the money, so you're mine." His ugly face was right over mine and as he lowered it to most likely attack my mouth, I got an idea. I saw it once on a movie and I figured that if it worked for that character, then it should work out for me.
Mike closed his eyes and was only a few inches away from my face. I quickly jerked my face forward, opening my mouth as wide as it could go, biting down on his nose. I squeezed my jaws shut on the cartilage, hearing the flesh tear between my teeth. Mike screamed out with pain and started to slap at my face.
I kept my jaw locked, ignoring the stinging pain on the sides of my head.
"Fucking bitch!" Mike screamed, wrapping his hands around my neck. My air was cut off and I released his nose in order to gasp for air, which proved to be ineffective. Mike leaned away from me as he continued to choke me. His nose was covered in blood, teeth marks on each side of the ridge.
I tried to claw at Mike in order to get free from his grip, but it was useless. My vision started to get blurry and my eyes teared up. Go figure: I lived through a werewolf boyfriend and a rapist vampire only to die at the hands of some human who bought me for three fucking dollars! Why does life hate me?
I glanced all around me, hoping to God that there was some object nearby that I could use to hit Mike across the head with. Then he'd let go of me and I'd be free. That's what always happens on TV.
I shifted my gaze to the left. Nothing. The right? Nope, nothing. Damn! TV lied! Who'd have known?
My sight kept getting fuzzier and fuzzier. Shit! I wish Paul were here. He'd save me and kill this ass who thinks I'm only worth three fucking dollars.
"Paul!" I found myself croaking out, although I knew it was useless.
Mike tightened his grip, silencing me. I kicked my legs up and down and kept flailing my arms. Shit, I guess this is the end for me. At least I experienced love…kinda.
But no! This can't be the end of me! Plus I have a baby inside of me! I can't let it die too.
With an all new vigor, I slammed my palm forward into Mike's nose, hearing it crack. Blood gushed out of his nostrils, some of it falling onto my face.
"Fucker!" he shrieked, letting go of my neck to grab at his injured face.
I gasped for precious oxygen, lying in weakness for a brief moment, still under my attacker. Once I gained all my strength back, I shoved my legs up in the air, actually being flexible enough to wrap them around Mike's torso.
Mike's eyes widened and he gripped my legs, trying to get them off him.
"Go to Hell!" I shouted as I brought my legs down to the floor, with Mike. I slammed him onto the floor, hearing his head smack the floor with a loud bang. He twitched for a little bit here and there but soon stopped moving.
My breath hiked with the thought that I could have killed someone. Sure I talk big game, but when it comes down to it, I don't want blood on my hands, even Mike's. I straightened up, releasing my breath in bittersweet relief. Mike's eyes were closed and his chest moved with every breath he took. I rolled his unconscious body off me and set to looking for the key.
Knowing Mike, he most likely hid the key under his mattress in his bedroom. I ran over to the stairs at the far side of the room and went up to the second story. I figured that the door with the pictures of women ripped out from magazines taped all over it belonged to Mike.
I barged in, finding that it was like any typical teenage boy's room: clustered with dirty laundry all over the floor and no organization at all. At least I had an easy time finding his bed. I kicked my way through the sea of pants and shirts over to it and just ripped the mattress off the frame, letting it smack the walls.
I found a penny and a used condom (eww), but no key.
Right next to the bed was a night stand. There was an alarm clock on it and it even had a drawer. I tore open the drawer, frantically shifting through the miscellaneous crap in search of the key for freedom. Shit where was this key?
The drawer was filled to the brim with all sorts of useless shit. Eventually I just started to throw things out of it one by one. Out went some picture of a vaguely familiar brunette girl, followed by an unused condom (at least he's safe), a pack of tic-tacs, and even a Pokémon card. I finally grew tired of that tactic and ripped the drawer off its hinges, dumping the contents out onto the bed frame. I spread them out and gave it a look over, stopping every time my eyes caught something metallic, but it always turned out to be a coin.
"Fuck!" I growled.
Screw the key, I'll just smash one of the downstairs windows and climb through it.
I ran out of Mike's room and dashed down the stairs. Maybe I could find like a heavy appliance in the kitchen to use. A microwave is heavy. I ran through the living room, not even having anything in my way.
That's not right.
I looked at the ground, scared shitless to find no trace of Mike. I stopped in my tracks and strained my ears, hoping to hear him make the slightest noise, thus giving out where he's hiding.
There was no luck. All I could was my ragged breath. Shit! That means he's probably trying to find out my location as well. I slapped my hand over my mouth to quiet my breathing and tiptoed into the kitchen.
My instincts shouted at me to yell for Paul.
It's useless! I shouted at it. I have to save him first!
Still I felt this urge to yell for my mate, as I knew that he was supposed to protect me. Damn this mating shit making me feel all weak and fragile!
I kept slowly inching my way into the kitchen, looking around me every few seconds to make sure Mike wouldn't jump out and attack. Finally I made it to the kitchen and saw the microwave on the far side, sitting on the counter.
I took one step and the floor creaked under my weight. I froze and strained my ears again.
No sign of Mike.
Fuck this! I ran over to the microwave, my feet slamming on the ground, making all the noise in the world. I reached the heavy appliance and ripped it off the counter, actually snapping the cord in half. Shit, this really was heavy. It significantly slowed me down and made me run all bent over.
The window in the living room would be the perfect one to smash. It led right to the front yard and I could maybe attract the attention of neighbors or passing cars.
I hurried over and twisted my body to the side so that I could put some power into my throw. I then spun and threw the microwave into the window, hearing that oh-so satisfying shatter of glass. The window broke all the way, leaving a few shards still in the sill, but none that would inhibit my escape.
There was an intense sting in my left shoulder. It was really intense, and maybe "sting" was the wrong word to describe it. It felt like I was being punctured and t hurt me so bad I actually started to cry from the pain.
"The fuck?" I choked on my sobs of agony.
I turned my head around to see that Mike was behind me and had stabbed me in the back with silverware. I could see the handle sticking out of my skin. It looked like the fork hadn't gone so deep as to kill me, but deep enough to stay in my body on its own.
But seriously, he stabbed me with a fork?
"If you leave out of that window, I'll call Peter and he'll kill you," Mike growled.
Or he might kill Paul.
I stayed in place and thought over in my head regarding my options. If I did leave, the Mike would tell Peter and Paul would be killed. Mike stood in front of me, smirking like a motherfucker.
Maybe I can live with blood on my hands.
I shoved out my cast foot, kicking mike square in the testicles. He doubled over with pain and I grabbed him by the hair. I pulled him over to the wall and repeatedly slammed his head into it, hearing it smack over and over. On the fourth smack, some blood was left on the wall, running down in streaks.
"Danni!" he cried out. "Stop! Please!"
The pleading in is voice made me stop. Damn my conscience! I reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone so that he wouldn't have the opportunity to call Peter. I then let him go, watching his limp body sag to the floor.
Sure Mike would live, but his face would be all fucked up now. It grossed me out just looking. The skin on his cheek had split, actually letting me see his back teeth. Gross.
I turned away from him and climbed out of the window. Now, all I need to do it figure out how the hell I kill a vampire. I pulled out Mike's phone and dialed a number I was forced to remember, thanks to Paul.
After a few rings someone finally answered.
"Hello?" Emily answered.
I started to run off down the side walk, lest Mike would get a change of heart and follow me. No one was home for some reason, probably still at work. I guess that's good. Being covered in Mike's blood and having a fork stuck in me would be a sight I'd rather not have others see. And I only still have the fork in me because I'm scared that I won't be able to stop the bleeding if I rip it out, but it sure as fuck stung, especially as I swung that arm to keep pace with my running.
"Quick Emily! Is Sam there?" I panted into the phone. Shit I have no idea where I'm going. Hopefully I reach some road sign soon that'll tell me how to get back to La Push.
"Who's calling?" Emily asked, sounding sickly sweet. That bitch doesn't even recognize my voice!
"It's Danni! Now give the phone to Sam! It's a matter of life and death!"
"Danni! I haven't spoken to you since you told me Kim was pregnant. That wasn't nice you know," Emily scolded, her voice taking on a clear air of condescension.
I rolled my eyes. Does everyone here have a problem with me? "Look give the phone to Sam and I'll apologize to Kim!"
"I'm sorry Danni, but Sam's at work now. What did you need?"
Like Emily could save my ass from a vampire. Still, I know she tells Sam everything, so what could it hurt letting her in? "Emily! I was kidnapped by a vampire named Peter. He kidnapped Paul and is keeping him a cage. Peter wants my baby and he sold me to some asshole who stabbed me with a fork. I just escaped his house and I'm in Forks and have no idea how to get home. And the vampire's gonna kill Paul as soon as he realizes I'm gone. And I need to know how to kill a vampire so I can save Paul!"
Emily was silent for a while.
"I'm sorry I was talking to Rachel. Could you repeat that?"
My rage overfilled my brain. "You scar-faced bitch!" I shrieked. "I'ma tear up the other side of your face so you're symmetrical!"
Emily hung up. At least she'll tell Sam , who'll hunt me down, then I can tell him what happen. I'm pretty sure I smell like a vampire.
I continued running until I reached a sign that said "La Push." Bitchin'! I made it!
I ran through the forest, hoping to get a short cut back to mine and Paul's house. Then I'll just use the Internet to find out how to kill a vampire. Then Sam will come to kill me and I can get his help.
A deep growl sounded behind me and the congruent sounds of paws hitting the ground followed. I looked behind me to see a large werewolf running after me, teeth bared.
I'm saved!
The werewolf snarled at me and kept charging head on.
Then it dawned on me: I smell like a vampire.
Motherfucker!
