Chapter IV

Edward Cullen

I pressed my knife against Angela's throat, shaking with excitement. Finally I had succeeded! Angela's finally my victim!

She squeaked in fright.

"Behave yourself," I murmured. "I suggest you stay quiet and obey me. Even if you scream, no one here would take it seriously and come and help you. Especially if you scream from this house. Have you heard of this house before?"

Angela shook her head.

"I'm surprised," I said, pulling Angela onto the couch. "You lived in Forks for so long, and you had never heard about this haunted house?"

"No," whispered Angela. "I don't come here."

"Of course, of course. You and your family members are religious and find it superstitious to come and visit old hermits. I don't need to ask. I can see it on your face! You know what I said is the truth! Now make yourself comfortable."

"Thomas, why are you-"

"Let's start from the beginning. I'm not Thomas Willoughby! I'm Edward Cullen! Of course you never noticed me before!"

"I did! I did!"

"Stop lying! You were in my class before and never spoke to me! You never noticed me! You were always being a stuck-up, show off bitch at the front of the class! The only reason I'm back here is for revenge on Carlisle and those who are his allies! It was just your luck that you reminded me of that tattle tale Alice who dobbed me in!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Alice Cullen! Don't you know any of the Cullens? She dobbed me into that son of a bitch Carlisle! For that, I had to suffer for weeks!"

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! He just felt like punishing me!"

"Carlisle's your father! He wouldn't punish you for something that bad! He'll accept your reasons without much trouble!"

"Shut up! You have no idea what you're talking about!"

"I do! My father whips me if I forget my prayers!"

"That's not that bad! Whipping doesn't even hurt! I was chained to A BED for weeks! You know how painful that is? I could never get to sleep and my brother bullied me every single day! Those weeks were the most torturous times I went through!"

"Being chained up couldn't be possibly the worst thing in the world-"

"You got to be joking. You don't even know what I am, do you? Haven't you seen the signs? My paleness? My choice of housing? My lack of sleep? My quietness? Did you ever consider them? Don't just gawk at me! ANSWER ME!"

Angela tried shrinking away from me, but I grabbed her neck.

I must've grabbed her too tightly because she began gasping for air.

"What are you?" she choked.

"You really are a stupid, little girl are you?" I sneered. "I had just given you massive hints and what do you do? Stare and shrink away from me! I don't know how those teachers find you a goody-goody-two-shoes, but you're useless and brainless! Do you know what attracted me to you apart from the fact that you look like Alice?"

"N-n-no!"

"Of course you don't. It's the scent of your blood that attracted me. Your blood smells so good and I'm dying to taste it! Do you know what I am now?"

"A zombie?"

"It's not a joke. Since you refuse to take it seriously, I might as well show you!"

I opened my mouth and showed her my fangs. I waited for Angela to respond the way I hoped she

would (gasp and turn pale), but to my annoyance and anger, Angela didn't respond the way a genius would act when she meets a hungry vampire.

Angela looked at me blankly with no expression.

"Those are fake," she said, sensing my annoyance. "You glued them on. Or you went to the doctor's and he glued them on for you. You're delusional and think you are a vampire. You should go and get yourself checked out or something. See a doctor…"

"You humans are stupid!" I spat. "I'll prove to you that I'm not lying about being a vampire! Why would I lie in the first place?"

I bit Angela's hand with my fangs and felt high when I sucked in her blood.

Angela screamed in pain as my venom was injected into the bite marks when I sucked up her blood. It must be painful.

"You believe me now?" I growled.

"Y-Yes!" sobbed Angela. "Please! I'm bleeding! I feel bad! Get me to a hospital! I'll die! Please help me to a hospital! I won't tell anyone about this! I won't! Just take me to a hospital! I won't tell the police that you're a vampire!"

I lifted up her chin and forced her to look at me in the eye.

"I don't believe you," I whispered. "You lot always say that you won't tell the police, but that always happens! I don't trust you! You'll die slowly and painfully. My venom will keep you alive, but you'll live in agony. The only time in which you'll die is when I drain you of all your blood, which I'll do slowly. I prefer to savour my taste of human blood."

Angela Weber

Three Days Later

Every time I move or do anything, I feel pain and agony in my bones and muscles and I felt my heart on fire. It was extremely painful.

For the first day, I would scream every time I felt on fire, but soon, my throat was hoarse and I was too tired and painful to scream or shout. I was also too weak and too dizzy to try and escape my prison. I wasn't even chained.

I was scared and confused.

Why would Edward kidnap me, keep me alive and unchained?

I rolled onto my side and looked rapidly around. Would Edward have left the door unlocked? Will I have a chance to escape?

Filled with hope and energy, I slowly struggled to stand up, my muscles paining me in every second. I may suffer now, but I will be rewarded with freedom.

Using all my strength and cringing in pain, I stepped towards the door.

Taking every agonizing step, I slowly walked to the door.

As I reached for the handle, I felt hands closing around my throat.

"Going somewhere, are we?" said Edward calmly. "I see that I haven't injected enough venom into you to keep you tormented. Do you know why I left you unchained and the door unlocked? Not because I was stupid enough to. Do you know why?"

"No," I whispered.

"Because I knew you would try to escape. Everyone in their right mind would try and escape their prison and dob their captors to the police. Now I get the ultimate pleasure in injecting more venom into your body and to watch you scream and writhe in pain and agony. You behave, I won't inject a lot of venom into you. You struggle, you'll be screaming in a couple of seconds."

I bit my lip, swallowing my tears.

"Let's see," said Edward, pushing me to the wall. "How should I start having fun with you? Should I inject my venom first? Nah, you'll be crying too much rather than screaming. I think I might take a look at the bite I gave you a few days ago."

"NO!" I screamed. "PLEASE! DON'T!"

"Don't worry, Attractive Angela. I'm professional in operations."

"Please Edward! Don't hurt me!"

"Calm down Angela. I won't hurt you. Heh, heh, heh. I'll just operate and make you feel better! I heard that operations can be very soothing."

"It'll hurt!"

"No, my dear Angela. It won't hurt at all…just stand still for a couple of seconds and I'll make you as comfortable as you can be. I know how terrified you must be feeling, but don't worry. This operation will be over in a couple of minutes."

I didn't like the sound of that.

To make matters worse, Edward gave me a crooked, macabre, evil grin, which sent shivers running down my spine.

"Please don't hurt me!" I begged again.

Ignoring me, Edward pressed me against the wall with his arm and with his other hand, he reached for the chains next to me.

He chained my wrists and ankles to the wall and stepped back.

"Well," he said, admiring me chained to the wall. "This'll make a lovely photo for my album! Just wait here for a moment. I must get my camera to take a picture of you. I'll video record your operation so we can watch it later."

Edward went into another room and came back with a camera.

Snap!

He had taken a photo of me, all chained up like Jesus on his Cross. Jesus achieved great respect after he died, but what'll happen to me?

No one would even know if I died.

"Perfect," purred Edward, putting down the camera and setting up the video camera. "Don't be impatient with me Angela. I'm almost done. I'll just set up this video camera and get my tools. Would you like some coffee before the operation? Or maybe smoke a cigar? Is there anything you want me to do for you to calm down?"

"Not operate on me?" I said hopefully.

"Ha ha ha! No. I won't miss the opportunity in operating on you. I want to feel your intestines and touch your blood in your body."

I felt sick.

Hopefully Edward takes ages in setting up the video camera or something breaks down. I have no intentions in being star of Edward's illegal operation. Hopefully something happens to postpone Edward's plans of filming me.

Luck was not on my side.

Edward had his video camera set and retractors ready.

Edward Cullen

I felt a thrill of excitement going through my body as I edged closer to Angela, holding my set of retractors to begin my operation.

I was pleased with myself for placing the video camera on a tripod where it could film exactly what I'm going to do with Angela.

"Angela," I said, my voice getting husky as I was getting more and more enthusiastic. "Are you ready for the operation I'm going to do on you? Are you afraid I'll hurt you? Are you scared I'll take out your intestines and play with them in front of you?"

Angela began crying.

It made me even more excited than ever.

I pressed the retractors into the infected bite I gave her. Angela screamed in agony as I pulled her skin of her hand apart.

I watched as Angela's blood (now black from my venom) dripped slowly from the bite. I picked up a vial and smiled as some blood dropped into it.

To my annoyance, Angela's eyes were closed the whole time! That girl doesn't even know the definition

of 'enjoyable pain' even if her life depended on it! I'm going to make her suffer and she'll be watching herself be operated on!

I went to a bedroom and dragged a large mirror out.

I placed it directly in front of Angela, but behind the video camera. I surgically stapled Angela's eyes open (which was something I didn't want to do).

Unfortunately, I had no anaesthetic.

As I stapled Angela's eyes open, Angela screamed and screamed in more than genuine agony. I actually had the impulse feeling to stop and unstaple her eyes, but I forced myself to continue the deed for future entertainment on her.

"It was your fault," I told Angela. "You should've kept your eyes open and I wouldn't have to do this to you. I didn't want to, but you made me!"

I picked up the vial of blood and thrusted it in front of her eyes.

"This is your blood," I said gleefully. "It was red like any normal human's, but it got infected with my venom. Now it's black. Black like coal. Now black's an ugly colour for blood, and my goal is to change it to a much pleasant colour like gold or silver, and I'm going to use you as a guinea pig. I ran out of anaesthetic, so you'll just have to endure the pain."

Angela's eyes grew wide of fright and her lips began trembling.

"Please," she pleaded. "I'll do anything for you, just please let me go! I'll be your maid! I'll change my name and disguise myself! Please!"

I pretended to consider.

"Nah," I decided. "Not worth it. I prefer to be the genius-to-be when I discover how to change infected blood colour to a prettier blood colour. Don't worry Angela. If I still haven't found a colour change and you run out of blood, I'll continue experimenting on another person. Now you said that you'll do anything for me. I want to know the name of Vicky's little brother. If you tell me his name, I'll be more merciful to you, and that's a promise."

"Which brother?" she said nervously. "She has five siblings. Richard, Stefan, Theresia, Ulrika and William and then there's her half-siblings."

"What? How much children does her parents have?"

"Her mother married three times. There's Isabelle, Jean, Katherine, Leanore and Marguerite from her first marriage, Ana, Beatriz, Carlos and Diego from her second and Richard, Stefan, Theresia, Ulrika, Vittoria and William from her third."

"What kind of names are they? If your friend's name is Vittoria, then why do you call her Vicky? That doesn't make sense!"

"Anglicanized name."

"Right…the one I want to know about is the one that looks like him."

I pulled out a picture of Carlisle and showed it to her.

"That's William," Angela said quietly. "His actual name is Wilhelm, but like his siblings names, it's also Anglicanized. What about him?"

"Don't you worry about it," I said, turning off the video camera. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Is there anything I can get you? I'm going out in a few minutes. Hold still. I'm going to unchain you. Don't fight back, understand me?"

Angela nodded.

I slowly unchained her and carried her into the basement. I took her into the room I made in the basement (a small bedroom with a bathroom).

I dropped Angela onto the bed and threw her a bottle of water.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked. "McDonalds? Pizza?"

"Anything would be nice," said Angela weakly. "Anything that's edible. Why're are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

"You helped me," I said stiffly. "I told you. If you help me and comply to my wishes, then I will be kind and generous to you. The books on the bookshelf are at your disposal, so are the clothes in the wardrobe, the electronic games on the table and the television. It might be a bit squishy in there, but what can you expect from a room with a bathroom in it? Oh, and feel free to have a shower. I know how girls can get moody if they don't have a shower every day or something. Your hand might hurt a bit if it touches hot water, so be careful. Band aids are in the first drawer in the bathroom. I'll come back in an hour. Oh, and I hope those clothes will suit you."

"I'm sure they will."

"I trust you won't escape, but I have to make sure you don't. I'll be locking you in, so don't try to lock pick the door."

I left the room and locked the door.

I made the key and lock myself, so it'll be impossible to lock pick the door anyway. I made sure not to leave the key in the lock (an old habit) and went out the basement. I closed the door behind me and locked the basement door as well.

I picked up my back pack and left.

Angela Weber

I heard Edward lock the door as he left me by myself in his homemade prison. I listened quietly as his footsteps echoed away.

I looked around my prison.

Even though Edward was nuts and enjoyed stapling my eyes open, I was surprised at how good his taste for furnishing a room was.

As he said, the room was small and joined with a bathroom (he separated the bedroom and bathroom by a long, dark curtain). There were no chairs in the room, except for a small, wooden stool placed neatly under the desk.

The bed was quite comfortable, but smaller and more narrower than I preferred. The mattress was thinner and harder and there was only one pillow.

The wardrobe was made of oak and the largest thing in the room (excluding the bed). The bookshelf and desk were made from mahogany and the bookshelf was stuffed with books of all genres. Even though I knew I was locked in and might die, my hands were itching to touch and read the books. Some look like they're first editions.

I opened the wardrobe and gasped.

Not only did Edward have good taste in furnishing rooms, but he had an excellent eye for fashionable, expensive, beautiful clothes.

Some dresses are the wedding dresses I had dreamt of, while others are ones I considered wearing for my school formals while some I could only dream and imagine about. The only problem was that all those dresses are of the best materials and none seemed right for me to wear in the current situation. They were all too formal.

Something told me that Edward deliberately chose those outfits for me to wear (whether I wanted to or not) to be part of his crazy fantasies.

I decided it would be better to change into one of those dresses and be in Edward's good book rather than be in his bad book.

Closing my eyes was a mistake that I won't do twice.

I pulled out a sky blue, silky dress (about knee length) and found matching high heel shoes in a box underneath it.

I took underclothes from the small drawer and went to the bathroom.

As Edward had mentioned, it was tiny, but I admired how Edward could place a bathtub, shower, sink and a toilet in the room.

Even though they're all tiny, all the stuff there were good quality and expensive. The sink was shell-shaped and white (gilded with gold-probably genuine gold). The toilet was also shell-shaped and gilded with gold, which seemed weird, because it's a toilet. The shower and bathtub were both white and the edges lined with gold.

I looked at the body shampoo and soaps and noticed they were all very classy and costly. I couldn't wait to dive into the bathtub.

I knew that I won't live forever in this luxurious prison, but I wondered why Edward would spend so

much money furnishing a prison for a person who'll soon die torturously and painfully by his hands. It seemed like a waste of money.

I placed the thoughts out of my mind as I turned on the tap.

I sighed in relief when my arms and feet touched hot water. I cringed in pain when water had contact with my infected hand.

It was painful, but I tried ignoring it.

After my blissful shower, I tried on the blue dress and to my surprise (and delight), it fitted me perfectly from top to bottom.

If Edward wasn't my captor, I would've agreed to be his girlfriend without hesitation. If he wasn't so evil or sadistic, I would've played along with his desires and fantasies to be his perfect girlfriend. If Edward has a heart, he would be a great boyfriend.

The high-heeled shoes were also my correct shoe sizes.

How did he know my clothes and shoes sizes? I haven't been unconscious during my imprisonment at all, and I had only slept for a couple of hours each night in complete fear and uncomfortableness on the hard ground. Hopefully tonight I'll be able to sleep peacefully on the bed. Perhaps I'll be able to say my prayers before I sleep as well.

Imprisonment might not be so bad after all.