Chapter Two
Bella
I felt hungry, and tired laying on the hard ground, being chained to the wall will do that to you. Who knew that the Volturi could be so cruel? I looked over at Bill, he looked like crap. There was barely any light in our imprisonment, probably to protect Bill from bursting into flames.
I'm starting to wish the vampires never came out of the coffin. I can see Bill with his eyes closed, wondering if he's dead or not. "Bill? Are you still holding up?" He opened his eyes, and with barely any breathe said he was fine.
There was a noise coming from outside of our chamber. At first I thought it was a rat, but then realized the noise was footsteps. And they came closer and closer to the door. The large door swung up, and one of the Volturi's guards stood in the way. "Don't move or I'll tear you apart." He was clearly talking to me, then he moved a side. A tall man walked in, with his blond hair sleeked back.
He gave me an eerie smile.
The man, who I know realized was also a vampire, walked over to Bill and came to eye level with him. "Oh, Billy, what trouble have you gotten yourself into? Hey, dolly." He looked over at me. Bill looked shocked, and a bit angry.
"What are you doing here Eric?" That name, I had heard when Sookie was in my head. He was the one who kidnapped me! Rage, and worry quickly took over my body. "You, you're the one who had me kidnapped, beat, and left to die in a dumpster! The hell are you doing here, not done yet?"
That probably wasn't the best thing considering I was chained to the wall, and him being a vampire.
"So you do remember me? I remember you too Bella." Eric spoke in a tone that sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't plan on showing him that.
"Yes, I do."
"How nice of you, Bella. Be thankful I'm here for you."
"Why should I be thankful for someone who physically attacked me? If I were you I'd get out of here before I stake your ass!"
Eric, the vampire, sped over to me having his hands around my throat, and slammed me against the wall. He shoved his fangs out. "Don't you threaten me, human. I am the one who is here to bail you out."
"Eric, let her go!" Bill yelled at him. He did as Bill commanded, then went by his side. "Humans are so…pesky sometimes." Eric said to Bill, still looking at me. I could tell there was some kind of love-hate relationship with those two.
As Eric had promised, Bill and I were released. The Volturi let us go, but not without watching us leave. Jane kept her eyes on me. I was glad to get out of there, but didn't know where I should go. Eric said he would pay for any ticket to where I needed to go. I need to see Edward, I'm going home.
Sookie
2 days earlier
"Get in the house, now!" Edward instructed me. It didn't make feel better that Edward was there, made me feel even worse that it was Tara's ring we found. I was shaking a little, but had to pull myself together. I thought about the time when grandpa John took Jason hunting for his 13th birthday, and a month later he passed away. Jason was so upset that he took the shotgun grandpa used and put it in the attic so he wouldn't have to see it over the fireplace.
I moved quickly up the stairs, only to trip on the third stair at the top when the power shutdown. Someone or something was in the house with me. I knew it wasn't Edward because would've called my name. I moved towards the door at the end of the hall near my room, that door led to the attic. I kept myself towards the wall, just to make sure everything was ok, then ran like hell to the door, and ran in quickly to the attic.
Searching, searching, where is the damn thing? "Jason, where did you put it?" I whispered under my breath. Found it, the gun was in a trunk; next to it were shells for it. I load the gun, and held it in the position I thought you're supposed to shoot it with. Making my way out of the attic, that feeling of someone else there came back.
"I have a gun!" I shouted, giving them at least somewhat of a fair warning. With no lights, it was hard to tell what was furniture and what could be a threat. I went downstairs to try and find Edward. "Hello, Edward? Where are you?" I closed my eyes and tried to listen for that sound I heard every time I tried to read his mind, maybe that would help. In the kitchen there was something sticking to the bottom of my shoe, and it was all over the floor. I smelled it, and it was a smell that I was too familiar with…blood.
The blood had been wiped into the next room. The family room seemed more crowded when the lights where off, and the chance that I could get attacked at any moment made it smaller. Walking, with the shotgun still in place, I moved carefully till my foot hit something. It was Edward! He was covered in blood, and it was his own.
"Oh, my god! Hold on, I'm gunna get ya outa here." He was pulling on my shirt. "Sookie, get out, behind you." I quickly turned around, but was forced to the ground hitting my shoulder on the coffee table, shattering some of the glass. It was a tall man, muscular, and dangerous looking too. He came over to me, but I thought quick and stabbed one piece of glass into his thigh, and when he fell down I hit with another piece in his throat.
I had never killed anyone before. "I'll get help, Edward!" I moved quickly back into the kitchen, grabbed my car keys and headed for the front door. I opened the door and walked out to the front porch, only to be greeted by six wolves, who were all snarling at me.