Bella's POV
I am tired and confused. I don't know, what I should think anymore. The Volturi kings are supposed to be evil, unforgiving bastards, who just think about their rules. They shouldn't be so nice. They shouldn't be so caring. They shouldn't care at all! What's the reason? Why are they acting like this? I am a mere human and they are the kings. I don't understand, why I am still alive. It's not like there is a reason to let me live. Or is there?
On second thought it's probably, because of my abilities. Carlise told me once, that Aro likes to "collect" gifted vampire. Is that the reason, why I am still alive? He wants me as his guard, or his servant? For some reason, that just doesn't sound right. They don't act like I am a servant, or a guard. More like I am there…Lover, Mate, it is ridicules to even think about it. The kings will surely have someone better to spend their time with. I am sure, that there are many women out there, who would die to spend a night with a vampire, even for "just" a glance in their direction of one of the vampire kings. There are many crazy women out there, but for some reason I can…understand it?
No, that can't be. I don't have a chance. They have better, smarter and nicer women to chose from. And it's not even like they have to choose one. They can have as many as they want to. There is no limitation for them at all. And no reason to choose me…
Wah! Where did that come from? Sighing I look around the room. After finding nothing to distract me I look down at my hands. What am I doing here? Just sitting around and waiting for, who knows what! With a determined look in my eyes I draw the sheets back and stand up.
Or at least I try to. For a second everything gets black and I can feel my blood flowing away from my head. Oh oh…not good. Before I can do anything to stop it I am face-down on the floor. My consciousness slips between my finger and for a moment there is blackness. After, what could be a second or a hour, I open my eyes again. Oh damn it! There is blood on the floor. Great…just great…that's so like me! I nearly scream in frustration as I notice, that my head and wrist are hurting pretty bad. And it gets even better, as I notice, that I can't stand up without help. With some effort I make it on hand and knees without putting any weight on my left hand. After some time I manage to crawl back into bed and the dizziness gets the better of me. Before I know, what happens my conscious slips away and I am in a sleeping/unconscious state.
As I wake up the next time I am still alone. Thank god…I don't want to know, what Carlisle would have said to my little vacation on the floor. Especially after he told me to stay in bed. And that I shouldn't move too much. Hmm…I wonder, where the vampires are. I mean my whole pillow is full of blood and the floor doesn't look much better. So why is there nobody in here? That's strange and I have no idea, if it's a good thing or a bad one.
On one hand nobody tried to eat me as a midnight snack on the other hand I could have and still can bleed to death. With that thought in mind I try to touch my head, but wince instantly. Damn…my wrist I forgot about that. I have to tell Carlisle. But first thing first I take a handkerchief with my right hand and try to get rid of the blood, but there is still coming more. So I press the handkerchief to my head and wait until the bleeding stops.
Some handkerchiefs later, I can finally start with the cleaning. First I carefully clean the wet blood from my head. Then I slowly sit up and wait until the dizziness stops. I crawl out of the bed on all three, because I still can't use my left arm, and start cleaning the floor. Which is really difficult, because I need my right hand for cleaning and support at the same time. So that I won't fall to the ground. It's really exhausting and I can feel my head start bleeding again. Damn it. I press yet another handkerchief to my head and wait until the blood stops flowing out of my wound.
As soon as I am satisfied with my work I crawl over to the bathroom. Now, that's going to be a challenge. With annoyance I stare up at the much too high sink. After some attempts to stand up, which resulted in me nearly bumping my head on the bathtub, I decide to wash myself with the water from said object. I manage to get me mostly clean, but I can't be sure after all the mirror is fixed just above the sink.
I turn around to clean my hands as I suddenly hear something. "Bella?! Bella!?" Oh oh…not good…"Bella? Where are you?" Oh oh… I can hear steps inside the bedroom I slept in and then someone opens the bathroom door. I completely freeze and look up at the person, who entered with guilt, shock and horror written all over my face.
Standing before me was a very worried and very angry Carlisle.