I have spent the last three days trying to fix Angela but she seems to be regressing. Every time I think she's having a breakthrough she starts talking about something that happened two years ago. I nearly cried when she asked me how Edward was. It got worse when she mentioned needing to shop for a prom dress. I'm not sure she can be fixed and I'm starting to doubt Peter's ability to 'know shit' or should I say diddly squat. I mentioned that once to Char and surprisingly she sided with me. I was so sure that she would take a bite out of me literally.
I have become accustomed to a specific routine each day I wake around 8AM. I shower and dress. I make breakfast for me and Angela. We talk to noon before Char eases in a tray of food. Angela whimpers a bit but when she sees its Char she calms a bit. We take a walk around the grounds during the afternoon. Dinner maybe some TV then off to once in a while I'll spy Peter watching us and if Ang sees him she freezes or hides behind me. Like that's going to help, he's a vampire and could take us both down in a matter of seconds. Hell, Char could take down two NFL Linebackers in a matter of seconds without batting an eyelash twice.
Peter. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose to watch me squirm, wondering if I know how to deal with both a hungry vampire and a quivering human. I'm going to have to keep an iron skillet on my person at all times to whack him on the head with. Of course I'll probably just break the skillet but at least I can get my frustrations out. Peter, damn cryptic bastard… "You gotta fix her first Bean, before we can take her home."
Of course, Peter's the key. I'm gonna have to scare her back to reality! SHIT. I hope she isn't too mad at me when I do this. What the hell do I tell her about them once she's back? Or about Mike and the auction? Or her parents? Or Charlie?
"She won't be Bean, and don't worry about what to tell her. I said she's important, she'll keep our secret. As for the 'rents I suggest you take her to your furry friends first. I believe her parents won't want her and your dad well that's long and involved. But we can chat later about that, after we scare her straight?" Peter said in his usual stalker/creeper manner. I really hate when he goes all Yoda like that.
"It's late and I want to get some sleep. We can do it in the morning pre breakfast. But I'm sleeping in this time. Give me til about 9:30 before you play ten little monkeys on my bed." I said.
"Damn Bean, it's bad enough that you smell so good and are both a virgin and good with kink but must you add in your animal tendencies as well?" Peter chuckled.
"Do you have an off switch for your perviness?" I asked.
"If you find it Bean let me know." Char called from another room.
Ah there's my answer.
"See you in the morning Bean." Peter said as he left my room to seek out Char.
"Night Peter."
"Oh and Bean?"
"Yes Peter." I replied.
"Once we scare Angela, Char and I will give you the next 24 hours alone time with her. We need to feed." Peter said.
"Sure thing, Yoda. Do you think you can give me a phone or something though in case of an emergency?" I asked.
"Already got one for you. It's in your closet with the rest of the crap Char bought you. I've been expecting you just didn't know exactly when you would be coming. And don't complain about all the stuff we bought, he wanted you to have it. ALL OF IT."
I hadn't even taken a look in the closet, I'd just been living out of the clothes that were in the dressers but now I'm curious. I mean this mystery HE owns me and according to Peter he'll be keeping me for eternity which I assume means he'll either change me or keep me as a slave until I die but why bother getting me a bunch of clothes and stuff? And a phone? Hell I could escape tomorrow when they go to feed, of course if I knew where we were. I can't drag Angela around in the wilderness hoping that some good Samaritan finds us and takes us to safety. Why do I put myself through this I just need to take a look in the closet. Ugh! I'm actually afraid of a closet. I've been joking back and forth with not one but two human drinking vamps and I'm afraid to look inside this closet. Damn girl pull up your big girl panties.
I pushed the door open and flipped on the switch and oh dear lord I think I forgot how to breathe. The room is bigger than my room back home. Okay let's break this down and start from the bottom up. Shoes! All kinds of shoes! Gym shoes, flip flops, sandals, heels, extremely high heels bordering on hooker heels and oh my dear lord BOOTS! Five pairs of cowgirl boots, sweet baby Jesus I'm wearing the red ones tomorrow. Steel toe work boots, Doc Marten's, and plain old fashion shit-kickers. Pants - everything from jeans to khaki's to dress pants with coordinating jackets both dressy and casual. Tops in every color and style imaginable and tanks and T-shirts, ooh and graphic tees. I took a quick scan of some of the sayings and had a good chuckle at the one that read 'easily distracted by shiny objects'. Also there were an assortment of dresses and skirts also in all colors, styles and materials. Jewelry - oh my lord I think that shit is real. Note to self, stay away from the jewelry. Some of those stones look like they could drown me if I was thrown in a lake or river. Last but not least purses. Again there were a ton, Coach, DKNY, Chanel, D & G, the list goes on and on but the one that stood out was the plain black leather backpack style purse with a note on it from Char.
Bella Bean,
Inside you will find everything you will need while you stay with us.I told you we would take care of you. Love ya lots.
Your sister,
Char
Sister?
I opened it and found a wallet with my picture ID but the name said Isabella Marie Whitlock. Whitlock? The phone which was a brand new iPhone and with it and the wallet was a stack of hundred dollar bills. Christ on a cracker, they weren't kidding about HIM wanting to keep me around.
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Morning came and it was time to scare Angela, please let this be the right thing to do. Peter came barreling into my room and looked a bit put out by the fact that not only was I awake and out of bed but dressed.
"Aw no fair, I like getting to see what lacy/silky concoction you slept in the night before. Helps me spice things up with the Misses." Peter said with a wink.
"Freaky bastard." I mumbled.
"Yes but you like kink and freak, don't ya Bella Bean?!"
"Let's just get this over with you weirdo."
"No need for name calling Missy. Now follow my lead on this. Give me about thirty seconds alone in Angela's room then you come in to 'save her'." Peter instructed.
"Okay I'm trusting your Spidey senses on this one big guy."
"Thanks and it's Yoda not Spiderman." Peter replied.
Whatever.
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I don't know what he did but in almost thirty seconds Angela was wailing my name and I came running. I pushed through the doorway to see a sad faced Peter and a hysterical Angela. She was crying profusely and when she caught sight of me she screamed 'get that damn bloodsucker out of my room'. Peter of course quickly vanished and Char brought in a tray of food. I noticed a note on it so I quickly cleaned up Angela, set her on the bed and read the note.
Bean,
We will be back around tomorrow afternoon. The phone has us programmed just look under P & C Sex on Legs. Later Sugar. Don't fret too much. Peter says she will be fine and you will get her revenge for what he did to her.
Char
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It was a long day. Angela gave me all the gory details and I swear on the life of my mother that prick is going to pay. I think Peter's suggestion of taking her to the wolves first is where I'll start my revenge on Michael Newton part-time slave trader, full-time dickless wonder.
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As I stripped down to bare skin and slid into the bed I was about to ease off to Snoozeville when I heard a husky chuckle and smooth and sexy southern drawl announce his presence.
"My my my it must be my lucky day! I get to come home to find a beautiful naked and delectably sweet smelling woman in my bed. Hello Darlin' care to play soldier with a Major."
Oh shit. I should be running, I should be screaming but that voice I know it but then again I don't. It scares and excites me all at the same time. Major? Fuck my life, it's my 'master'. Swallowing my fear I decide to embrace my future and I turn to the shadowed figure and say the only thing that comes to my mind.
"Hello Master. What can your pet do for you this evening?"