The Heat of You
by Wizardtho
Chapter 18:
Trigger Warning: Descriptions of blood play, abuse, and rape in this chapter. Proceed with caution.
One Week Later…
Blood. It was everywhere. I was naked and covered in it. There was so much of it that it was even invading my mouth. That tangy, metallic warmth made my stomach roil and I had to force back the bile rising up my throat.
I wasn’t allowed to get sick. I wasn’t allowed to scream out. I wasn’t allowed to voice any pain I may feel. It was against the rules of today’s game.
Even knowing that they had poured my own preserved blood over me so they could lick it off me, and I was forced to endure each of the Cullen men taking turns violently raping me while covered in my own blood nearly head to toe, I didn’t make a sound. Besides, I could barely breathe because the pain was so intense. How could I possibly gather enough air to scream?
They had brought me to Edward’s meadow. There were mirrors in a circle around us, showing me the gruesome scene I was the center of. I looked like I just stepped off the scene of the movie Carrie.
Everything hurt. So fucking much. At some point, I found my eyes in one of the mirrors, and everything else faded away. There was no more pain, no more raspy tongues licking, no more blood, no more men. My eyes, though. My eyes looked dead… empty.
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I shot straight up in bed with gasp, my body covered in sweat and bile rising in my throat. I scrambled out of bed toward the open patio door, my hand covering my mouth until I reached the grass.
As my body trembled, I fell to my hands and knees, clutching the grass. My body violently expelled the contents of my stomach, but it only made my trembling worse. Every muscle in my body hurt, reminding me of my nightmare, which caused me to throw up again.
After several minutes of coughing so hard I couldn’t catch my breath -as well as my nightmare on repeat in my head- I finally tilted my head to the sky and screamed as forcefully as I could, giving the pain in my head and body a voice.
The pain became bone-deep, the trembling progressed to full-out quakes, and I clawed at the grass to ground myself to something real.
Snap.
Snap, snap, SNAP.
It sounded like twigs snapping in the woods, but each snapping sound correlated to more pain in my body. Just as I realized the snapping was my bones breaking, I released a spine-chilling cry to the heavens… that ended up as an eerie howl in the night.
My head was suddenly filled with chaos, but one thing stood out to me as my mind swirled with flashes of my nightmare… Paul’s voice.
Fuck! Bella? Bella, listen to me, Sweetheart. I’m on my way. Just stay where you are. ~P
What the hell? Dude, did Bells really just… ~JB
Shut the fuck up, Jacob. Howl for Sam. I might need his help getting her to phase back, which means you’ll be without a partner. ~P
Just help her. I’ll swing by Emby’s if need be. ~JB
I couldn’t get a grip on my thoughts, especially with them talking in my head. I only thought was, ‘Paul? How… Did I just… shit, I phased?!’
I heard two separate chuckles just before a howl could be heard both in my mind and further out in the forest.
Paul POV
It was my first night back on patrol, and Bella was sleeping when I left the house. We’d been leaving the bedroom door open to the backyard, so I didn’t think anything of leaving it open when I dropped my shorts at the edge of the patio and phased in.
Sam let out a breath of relief when he caught my thoughts, knowing that Bella was still doing well.
She made it clear she didn’t want to be babysat. She felt fine, and I didn’t get any odd behavior from her, so I didn’t call Jared. ~P
You sure about this, Paul? ~S
Good to go, Boss. She knows to call Jared or Emily if she needs someone. ~P
Jacob should be phasing in any minute now. Try to be civil, Paul. I mean it. The last thing we need is fighting in our own ranks. We need all the wolf power we have until after we deal with those Cullens. ~S
I couldn’t help but say sarcastically as I pictured myself saluting, ‘Sir. Yes, Sir!’
Sam snorted, ‘Still a dick, I see.’
I barked out a laugh as I ran toward his location, ‘Always, Boss. Never claimed to be otherwise.’
Our conversation was cut short when Jacob phased in. Sam told him to play nice, giving him the same no in-fighting lecture, then phased out after Jacob responded with ‘Sure, sure, Sam.’
Of course, I didn’t actually expect him to listen to Sam’s orders, and I was right. Less than two minutes into our actual shift together, his thoughts strayed toward my mate. Thankfully, I was able to keep my thoughts on lockdown, and pretty much ignore him. His thoughts just kept getting worse, though.
About 2 hours in, I finally got fed up with his little fantasies. I shook my head and growled, ‘Was your broken cheekbone and bloody lip not enough, pup? Does she need to break your hands, too? Maybe beat those little fantasies from your head? Speaking of, how’s that cheekbone doing? Healed yet?’
I knew he told Sam just yesterday that it still hurt when he phased. My girl had done a real number on him, and though it should have healed fully within a couple of days, the dumbass didn’t see the doc. His cheek still hurting a week later during phasing meant he hadn’t healed properly. The only way to fix it now was to have the doc rebreak it and set it properly.
Shut it, Paul. She’ll never choose you. You do realize that, don’t you? She could never love you. She already does love me. ~JB
‘As a brother, dickwad. Not as a lover. And she has chosen me already. Get that through your thick skull. She will never be yours.’ Just to piss him off further, I let slip the image of Bella telling me she chose me -chose to fight to come back to me- every time a new dream surfaced in her nightmare state. Then I gave him the image of her dropping me to the grass, straddling my chest, and the fire in her eyes as she kissed me.
I could clearly hear Jacob’s wine as he processed my thoughts, but just as he was going to say something else, I heard an eerie wolf howl and saw a bunch of image flashes. Horrible, blood-filled, violent images… all starring Bella and the Cullens.
Jacob and I both let out several expletives, then I shook my head and hauled ass back toward the house as it really sunk in what had happened.
Jesus Christ! Fucking Cullens. ~JB
Fuck! Bella? Bella, listen to me, Sweetheart. I’m on my way. Just stay where you are. ~P
She was whining, laying on the grass, and couldn’t make sense of her thoughts. There was too much in her head.
What the hell? Dude, did Bells really just… ~JB
Shut the fuck up, Jacob. Howl for Sam. I might need his help getting her to phase back, which means you’ll be without a partner. ~P
Just help her. I’ll swing by Emby’s if need be. ~JB
I broke through the trees to the backyard, and the sight of my girl took my breath away.
Trigger Warning: Descriptions of blood play, abuse, and rape in this chapter. Proceed with caution.
One Week Later…
Blood. It was everywhere. I was naked and covered in it. There was so much of it that it was even invading my mouth. That tangy, metallic warmth made my stomach roil and I had to force back the bile rising up my throat.
I wasn’t allowed to get sick. I wasn’t allowed to scream out. I wasn’t allowed to voice any pain I may feel. It was against the rules of today’s game.
Even knowing that they had poured my own preserved blood over me so they could lick it off me, and I was forced to endure each of the Cullen men taking turns violently raping me while covered in my own blood nearly head to toe, I didn’t make a sound. Besides, I could barely breathe because the pain was so intense. How could I possibly gather enough air to scream?
They had brought me to Edward’s meadow. There were mirrors in a circle around us, showing me the gruesome scene I was the center of. I looked like I just stepped off the scene of the movie Carrie.
Everything hurt. So fucking much. At some point, I found my eyes in one of the mirrors, and everything else faded away. There was no more pain, no more raspy tongues licking, no more blood, no more men. My eyes, though. My eyes looked dead… empty.
**************
I shot straight up in bed with gasp, my body covered in sweat and bile rising in my throat. I scrambled out of bed toward the open patio door, my hand covering my mouth until I reached the grass.
As my body trembled, I fell to my hands and knees, clutching the grass. My body violently expelled the contents of my stomach, but it only made my trembling worse. Every muscle in my body hurt, reminding me of my nightmare, which caused me to throw up again.
After several minutes of coughing so hard I couldn’t catch my breath -as well as my nightmare on repeat in my head- I finally tilted my head to the sky and screamed as forcefully as I could, giving the pain in my head and body a voice.
The pain became bone-deep, the trembling progressed to full-out quakes, and I clawed at the grass to ground myself to something real.
Snap.
Snap, snap, SNAP.
It sounded like twigs snapping in the woods, but each snapping sound correlated to more pain in my body. Just as I realized the snapping was my bones breaking, I released a spine-chilling cry to the heavens… that ended up as an eerie howl in the night.
My head was suddenly filled with chaos, but one thing stood out to me as my mind swirled with flashes of my nightmare… Paul’s voice.
Fuck! Bella? Bella, listen to me, Sweetheart. I’m on my way. Just stay where you are. ~P
What the hell? Dude, did Bells really just… ~JB
Shut the fuck up, Jacob. Howl for Sam. I might need his help getting her to phase back, which means you’ll be without a partner. ~P
Just help her. I’ll swing by Emby’s if need be. ~JB
I couldn’t get a grip on my thoughts, especially with them talking in my head. I only thought was, ‘Paul? How… Did I just… shit, I phased?!’
I heard two separate chuckles just before a howl could be heard both in my mind and further out in the forest.
Paul POV
It was my first night back on patrol, and Bella was sleeping when I left the house. We’d been leaving the bedroom door open to the backyard, so I didn’t think anything of leaving it open when I dropped my shorts at the edge of the patio and phased in.
Sam let out a breath of relief when he caught my thoughts, knowing that Bella was still doing well.
She made it clear she didn’t want to be babysat. She felt fine, and I didn’t get any odd behavior from her, so I didn’t call Jared. ~P
You sure about this, Paul? ~S
Good to go, Boss. She knows to call Jared or Emily if she needs someone. ~P
Jacob should be phasing in any minute now. Try to be civil, Paul. I mean it. The last thing we need is fighting in our own ranks. We need all the wolf power we have until after we deal with those Cullens. ~S
I couldn’t help but say sarcastically as I pictured myself saluting, ‘Sir. Yes, Sir!’
Sam snorted, ‘Still a dick, I see.’
I barked out a laugh as I ran toward his location, ‘Always, Boss. Never claimed to be otherwise.’
Our conversation was cut short when Jacob phased in. Sam told him to play nice, giving him the same no in-fighting lecture, then phased out after Jacob responded with ‘Sure, sure, Sam.’
Of course, I didn’t actually expect him to listen to Sam’s orders, and I was right. Less than two minutes into our actual shift together, his thoughts strayed toward my mate. Thankfully, I was able to keep my thoughts on lockdown, and pretty much ignore him. His thoughts just kept getting worse, though.
About 2 hours in, I finally got fed up with his little fantasies. I shook my head and growled, ‘Was your broken cheekbone and bloody lip not enough, pup? Does she need to break your hands, too? Maybe beat those little fantasies from your head? Speaking of, how’s that cheekbone doing? Healed yet?’
I knew he told Sam just yesterday that it still hurt when he phased. My girl had done a real number on him, and though it should have healed fully within a couple of days, the dumbass didn’t see the doc. His cheek still hurting a week later during phasing meant he hadn’t healed properly. The only way to fix it now was to have the doc rebreak it and set it properly.
Shut it, Paul. She’ll never choose you. You do realize that, don’t you? She could never love you. She already does love me. ~JB
‘As a brother, dickwad. Not as a lover. And she has chosen me already. Get that through your thick skull. She will never be yours.’ Just to piss him off further, I let slip the image of Bella telling me she chose me -chose to fight to come back to me- every time a new dream surfaced in her nightmare state. Then I gave him the image of her dropping me to the grass, straddling my chest, and the fire in her eyes as she kissed me.
I could clearly hear Jacob’s wine as he processed my thoughts, but just as he was going to say something else, I heard an eerie wolf howl and saw a bunch of image flashes. Horrible, blood-filled, violent images… all starring Bella and the Cullens.
Jacob and I both let out several expletives, then I shook my head and hauled ass back toward the house as it really sunk in what had happened.
Jesus Christ! Fucking Cullens. ~JB
Fuck! Bella? Bella, listen to me, Sweetheart. I’m on my way. Just stay where you are. ~P
She was whining, laying on the grass, and couldn’t make sense of her thoughts. There was too much in her head.
What the hell? Dude, did Bells really just… ~JB
Shut the fuck up, Jacob. Howl for Sam. I might need his help getting her to phase back, which means you’ll be without a partner. ~P
Just help her. I’ll swing by Emby’s if need be. ~JB
I broke through the trees to the backyard, and the sight of my girl took my breath away.