Virgin Blood

Chapter 4

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Edward ran his hand along Bella's cheek, almost in a caress. The gentle touch he used didn't make Bella any less nervous, in fact, his odd gentleness only served to increase her wariness. She didn't know what to expect from this volatile man. . . vampire.

Edward carried his caress down to her throat, then let his hand just rest there. He lightly encircled her throat, but didn't squeeze.

"You're so weak, so delicate," be breathed. "I could do anything I wanted to you right now, and you wouldn't be able to do anything to stop me."

Bella only stood there and shivered, knowing him to be right. He ran his hand down her throat and between her naked breasts. He touched her as though to demonstrate his complete ownership of her body.

Bella blushed when his hand rubbed her breast. He very gently massaged her nipple, and the throbbing between her legs responded, as though her nipples and cunt were connected somehow.

Edward moved with lightening fast speed, taking Bella with him. She found that she was in a different room, but had no idea how she got there. She felt dizzy as well. Unable to respond to his fast movements, she couldn't do anything as Edward placed her body on a bed. Her arms were spread, stretched out above her head and shackled in place. Her legs suffered a similar treatment so that her body was shackled spread eagle.

The bed was soft but cold beneath her naked flesh. The room was pitch black, and Bella really had no idea how large it was, or what it looked like. By the time she was able to register what was happening to her, she was already tied down. She waited for whatever Edward was going to do next, but nothing happened.

She stretched her neck to see a tiny sliver of light coming from what she assumed to be the bottom of the doorway, but she couldn't make out anything else. She didn't even know if Edward was still in the room with her.

The darkness frightened Bella. She closed her eyes to escape it, and tried to think of anything else. After about twenty minutes, Bella was tempted to call out to Edward, just to see if he was still in the room with her. She got a feeling that he wasn't, though. She was alone.

Tears streamed down out of Bella's eyes, pooling in her ears, but there wasn't anything she could do about them, being bound the way she was.

Bella tried not to feel sorry for herself, knowing from past experience that it was useless. She couldn't really help it, though. She never did anything to deserve this, this torture. Why did the world keep punishing her like this?

She thought about her parents, and the thought brought back both happy memories and horrible ones. She tried to focus on the good memories, but the bad ones had a way of sneaking in there. . .

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Bella sat in her father's lap, thinking how he was the strongest man in the world, his arms wrapped protectively around her. The stagecoach they were in held three other people, one single man and a married couple. It was crowded, but they didn't have far to go.

The stagecoach suddenly stopped and Bella could hear a rustling outside. The doors were opened, and large man wearing all black with a scarf tied over his face opened the door.

"Everybody out," he said. The woman screamed as the man held a revolver pointed at them.

"Just do as he says," her husband directed her as everyone started to file out of the carriage. Young Bella clung to her father, burying her face in his chest.

"It'll be okay, Izzy-Bee," he said, making Bella happy, it had been a long time since had called her that, not since mom had died.

Her father picked her up out of the carriage and kept her behind his back. Bella kept her eyes covered as the men started taking what little possessions each of the passengers had. Bella watched, though, when they came to her father. She felt the loss as he handed over all their earnings from the past two weaks.

There was a man on a horse, holding a gun pointed in their general direction, also wearing a scarf over his face. The man collecting the money was the one who had opened the door. The only one not wearing something over his face was was holding a gun casually in his hand, assessing the passengers with a keen eyes.

Bella shuttered at the sight of him and quickly turned away.

"Let's go," the man said after he had collected everyone's money.

"Hang on," the mask-less man walked right up to Bella and her dad. He wreaked and wore an evil grin. "The girl, too."

Bella squeaked and hugged her father tighter.

"Never. You have you're money. Just go."

The man held his gun up to her father's chest. "I said, I want the girl," he grabbed for Bella's arm.

Bella could hear screaming and shouting as all of a sudden, her father and the man were on the ground, wrestling for the gun.

"Run Bella!" she could hear her father's voice above all the others. She wasn't really aware of what was happening, and though she didn't want to leave her father, she felt as though she better listen to him.

She took off into the woods, running and running as though someone were chasing her, though when she stopped, she didn't hear anyone behind her. She did hear a gun shot though, which made Bella's blood run cold. She stopped in her tracks and looked back, though at this point she was too far away to see anything.

Bella turned around and hesitantly started making her way back to the road. When she got close, she was careful to stop and listen. There were no noises, and she peaked out from behind a tree, the men on horses were gone.

Then she saw him. Her father was lying face down in the road. "Papa," Bella cried, running to him. She reached him, trying to turn him over. She was crying uncontrollably. There was blood puddled under his body. He was already dead.

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Bella was jolted back to her present situation when she heard the door open. She couldn't see who entered, whether it was Edward or Jasper. Then she felt the cold hand run up her thigh.

Then she felt his tongue on her cunt.

"Please," Bella begged the vampire between her thighs, though she didn't really know what she was begging for.

He didn't reply. Bella couldn't see him, could only feel him violating her body, and then he was gone. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

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She didn't know how long she was kept there, in the darkness. It felt like days. She could feel a pain in her stomach from lack of food.

Her long brown hair clung to the side of her cheek, but she couldn't brush it away. She couldn't move at all. The hair was itching her, and Bella whipped her head around to try and rub it off, but it clung stubbornly.

Bella was barely aware of Edward entering her room, until she felt him between her thighs. That was the only thing that broke up the monotony of her days and nights.

Soon, she was barely conscious for those events. She felt herself getting weaker and weaker. He wasn't bringing her food. Would he leave her here to starve to death? Bella once again thought of how close she was to escape.

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She heard something. Was Edward here again?

Her thighs tingled.

Footsteps.

Sleep.

Were her eyes closed or open? She couldn't even tell anymore. Everything was black.

"Please," she wanted to say, to beg, "Please." Had she spoken aloud? Or was it just in her head?

Everything was black.

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"Open up."

Bella was groggy and weak. She could barely open her eyes open, let alone move.

There was something pressing against her mouth. She moaned.

A strong arm was behind her back, supporting her weight so that she was sitting up. "Take a sip," the gentle voice begged.

Bella opened her mouth and felt cool water being poured in. She struggled to swallow, and it felt like a rock going down her throat. He tried to give her more, but Bella shook her head weakly. It hurt to drink.

"One more sip." But Bella blacked out.

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"It's been five days, Edward. You forget time. She's too weak to eat."

The strong voices penetrated Bella's consciousness. Was this a dream? She wished they would stop shouting-giving her a headache.

"Don't lecture me, boy."

"And what, should I just sit upstairs while you starve her to death?"

"Have I ever killed one of them? . . . No? . . . That's what I thought."

"Fine then, you can just get her to eat. I'm sick of taking care of your playthings anyway. I'm sick of it."

Jasper stomped out of the room.

Edward looked over to the bed where Jasper had taken off her bindings. She looked so small and vulnerable, nothing covering her nakedness except her long brown hair, strewn messily over her shoulders and part of her face.

Edward walked over to her and sat on the bed. He pulled her limp body up and supported her weight with his arm. Her head lolled down onto his shoulder.

"Wake up, little one," Edward whispered into her ear. "Time to eat."

The girl's eyes fluttered, but she didn't open them. Edward pulled her fully onto his lap. Her warm flesh was pliant to his touch. She fit easily against him.

He picked up the a spoonful of broth that Jasper had left on the bedside table and placed it in front of her lips.

"Open up, child," he said again. Bella jerked and the broth spilled down her chin.

Edward thought about going and apologizing to Jasper in order to get him to do the task, but he realized Jasper would still be too angry. And he was afraid that if he waited until Jasper came around, the girl would be dead.

Edward grabbed another spoonful of broth, sighing in annoyance. He placed his hand on her jaw and used his thumb to gently pry her mouth open. He could feel her little teeth between under his finger. Even is she were to bite down know, she wouldn't hurt him. She would just be more likely to hurt herself.

He poured the small spoonful of broth into her mouth. She made a little coughing noise, but luckily it went down.

"Good girl," Edward crooned at her, though she really hadn't done anything. He fed her another spoonful. By the time she reached the end of the bowl of soup, she was no longer choking, but swallowing on her own.

Edward easily picked up her yielding body and laid it on the bed.

"Jasper, I require more broth," he spoke in the general direction of the stares, wondering if Jasper woulds still be too angry to bring it to him. But minutes later, Jasper entered the room with a bowl in hand.

He wordlessly handed Edward the bowl, and with a glare, stomped back up the stairs.

Edward sighed and went back to Bella. He picked her up and put her back in his lap as he had her before.

"No, you can't. Not her," Bella's voice was weak, but Edward clearly heard what she had mumbled as he moved her. He looked down at her face, but her eyes were still closed.

"Shhh," he soothed. Clearly she was dreaming.

"No, please. Take me, instead."

Edward gently ran his hand along her soft cheek. "It's just a dream," he said softly. "It's time to eat now."

Edward picked up the spoon and once again started to feed her. Bella ate more willingly this time. Once she was done with the bowl, he laid her back down on the bed and let her sleep.

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