The Writer
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 05
My whole being went numb at his words. I stared down at the floor for a moment and then looked back up into those red, red eyes. "That's complete bullshit." My voice was weak, thready, even to my own ears. "Jake wasn't that thing you killed. There's no way. He was my best friend. I would have known something like that about him."
Parts of my last conversation with Jake played through my mind even as those words left my mouth and my conviction went right out the window as I admitted to myself that Jake certainly did have secrets he kept from me.
Now I knew why.
He smirked at me cruelly. "None of that changes the facts Isabella. Your friend was the wolf that I killed when I found you. Get that into your head and deal with it now. I'll give you these few hours to get over it. I am not the type to coddle and I don't do well with tears."
I stared at him, not quite believing that someone could be so unfeeling. "You fucking bastard."
He smiled at me, but it was cold, unfeeling. He was obviously used to being called such names and I had the feeling that such trivial things had ceased to pierce his emotional armor long ago. "Thank you for the compliment."
I had heard the term "seeing red" many times but I'd never had cause to even come close to experiencing such a phenomenon. Now, I understood it perfectly as white-hot rage filled me and I launched myself at him, striking him anywhere I could reach.
He soon seemed to tire of it though and he pinned me to the wall, his body flush against mine. It was moments before I registered the fact that he was kissing me and I gasped, unknowingly giving him the access that he wanted as his tongue invaded my mouth, plundering, dominating, conquering.
I was helpless and he was a hateful bastard. A gorgeous hateful bastard that my body was more than happy to respond to as I began to kiss him back, feeling myself become wet, my center aching with need as I moaned into his punishing kiss.
He broke the kiss and smiled his cruel smile. "You have fire in you. I would expect no less of my mate. But know this. I am the dominant in this mating and always will be. You shall obey me. Set your mind on that now my mate, or suffer the punishments when you rebel. Show me respect and deference at all times and our lives together will be good."
I tried to knee him in the balls and the fucker laughed at me. "Oh Isabella, we are gonna have some fun, aren't we?"
He broke away from me and strolled to a chair, draping himself into it casually as he lit a cigarette. "Fun for me anyway. Something tells me that you won't enjoy it so much at first. Not until you learn the rules and not to break them. Until then, life may be a bit painful for you."
I glared at him, my mind racing with all the things that he could do to me that would be painful. "Are you going to torture me? Rape me? Is that it? Is that how you plan to make me comply?"
He laughed, a true, honest to god laugh and god help me, it was beautiful. "You think I need to rape you? Isabella, I can smell your arousal. It fills the room from just one kiss. No darlin' I don't think rape is anywhere in your future. As for torture, that depends on your definition. If you consider a good old fashioned ass whoopin' torture, well then I guess so."
I looked at him in disbelief. "You think you're gonna…...oh fuck no! No way. I'll fight you tooth and nail asshole. There's no way I'm letting you touch me again."
He 'hmm'ed and nodded, taking a deep drag from his cigarette as his narrowed eyes pinned me where I stood.
"Yeah, I figured you'd say that. That's why I'm considerin' not changing you until I get you trained. Less hassle that way, not that I couldn't handle you as a vampire, trust me on that."
I sneered at him. "I trust you on nothing."
He shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, that'll change with training."
I glared. "You make me sound like a dog."
He stubbed out the cigarette. "Nope, not a dog. A vampire mate. A submissive vampire mate. That is what you are."
I scoffed. "Fuck you. I am no ones mate and I'm certainly not submissive."
He grinned and stood from the chair. "Oh, but you are my sweet Isabella. You just don't know it yet."
He moved to the door that I knew to be the exit. "I'm going out. Remember what we talked about. You won't escape and anyone you contact is dead, I don't care who they are."
He left and I heard the lock engage. I didn't relax for at least ten minutes but when I did, I broke….completely, right where I stood. Jake was dead if my captor is to be believed and I hate to admit this but the asshole really has no reason to lie.
Tears streamed down my face in a steady torrent as sobs tore from my chest. God. I had never felt such pain. My friend, my brother, Jake was dead.
I stayed in that spot on the floor for what must have been hours, vacillating between periods of uncontrolled sobbing and stunned numbness. I was a mess and had no idea how to feel or how to get beyond the wreck that my emotions were currently in.
One thing I was sure of though; I hated Major Jasper Whitlock with every fiber of my being and always would.
I was startled out of my stunned reverie hours later by the sound of the door opening. I didn't bother looking up. I knew who it would be and if it wasn't, there was no need to get excited. I knew to take him at his word that anyone who found me would be killed. I felt the truth in the words as he spoke them.
"Isabella."
I continued to stare. "Yes Satan?"
I saw him smirk out of the corner of my eye. "I prefer Lucifer."
He moved over to his favorite chair and sat. "Now that I have your attention, I would like you to rise, go bathe and ready yourself for traveling. The Volturi jet has arrived and we will be boarding in approximately three hours.
Move quickly enough and you will have time to eat. Continue to sit and stare and I will bathe and dress you and you will not eat. Don't say I never give you choices."
I got up and glared at him. "Whatever, you cocksucker."
He smiled and lit a cigarette. "Can't say I've ever done that so I can't give you any pointers from that perspective but you'll learn in time."
I was livid in an instant especially since I didn't have a comeback for that. "Asshole."
"We can explore that option too if that's your preference although I hear it's pretty painful. You may want to rethink that one."
God, how I wanted to kill him in that moment. The cocky, arrogant, gorgeous fuckwad. I hated him down to the marrow of my bones.
I now knew that my only option was complete silence otherwise he would certainly drive me to insanity in my unresolved rage.
Grabbing the bag that he had brought, I slammed my way into the bathroom and got ready for the day. I was shocked that everything fit perfectly. He certainly hadn't asked my sizes. Maybe it was some super vampire perception? Why did I give a shit? I shrugged at my reflection and left the bathroom, tossing the bag back on the bed and sitting down.
"Very good Isabella. Now, would you like something to eat?"
I remained silent as I had resolved to do. He nodded. "So, we have arrived at this stage of your training. Very good. I hadn't expected it so soon, but this is progress. It means that you will break sooner rather than later. This pleases me."
I glared at him. "I'll never break, you fuckwad."
He smiled. "You just did. You had resolved to maintain silence. You failed."
Tears of anger and hopelessness sprang into my eyes as I realized the truth in his words and I looked down, watching as they fell into my lap. "Why are you doing this? Why are you so cruel and heartless?"
"I'm Vampire. I'm not human. I have had to fight from the very first hour I awoke to this existence. I have never lost and none of my opponents have ever seen the light of another day. Is that a sufficient explanation?"
I looked up at him feeling blank, absent, defeated. "Yes."
My whole being went numb at his words. I stared down at the floor for a moment and then looked back up into those red, red eyes. "That's complete bullshit." My voice was weak, thready, even to my own ears. "Jake wasn't that thing you killed. There's no way. He was my best friend. I would have known something like that about him."
Parts of my last conversation with Jake played through my mind even as those words left my mouth and my conviction went right out the window as I admitted to myself that Jake certainly did have secrets he kept from me.
Now I knew why.
He smirked at me cruelly. "None of that changes the facts Isabella. Your friend was the wolf that I killed when I found you. Get that into your head and deal with it now. I'll give you these few hours to get over it. I am not the type to coddle and I don't do well with tears."
I stared at him, not quite believing that someone could be so unfeeling. "You fucking bastard."
He smiled at me, but it was cold, unfeeling. He was obviously used to being called such names and I had the feeling that such trivial things had ceased to pierce his emotional armor long ago. "Thank you for the compliment."
I had heard the term "seeing red" many times but I'd never had cause to even come close to experiencing such a phenomenon. Now, I understood it perfectly as white-hot rage filled me and I launched myself at him, striking him anywhere I could reach.
He soon seemed to tire of it though and he pinned me to the wall, his body flush against mine. It was moments before I registered the fact that he was kissing me and I gasped, unknowingly giving him the access that he wanted as his tongue invaded my mouth, plundering, dominating, conquering.
I was helpless and he was a hateful bastard. A gorgeous hateful bastard that my body was more than happy to respond to as I began to kiss him back, feeling myself become wet, my center aching with need as I moaned into his punishing kiss.
He broke the kiss and smiled his cruel smile. "You have fire in you. I would expect no less of my mate. But know this. I am the dominant in this mating and always will be. You shall obey me. Set your mind on that now my mate, or suffer the punishments when you rebel. Show me respect and deference at all times and our lives together will be good."
I tried to knee him in the balls and the fucker laughed at me. "Oh Isabella, we are gonna have some fun, aren't we?"
He broke away from me and strolled to a chair, draping himself into it casually as he lit a cigarette. "Fun for me anyway. Something tells me that you won't enjoy it so much at first. Not until you learn the rules and not to break them. Until then, life may be a bit painful for you."
I glared at him, my mind racing with all the things that he could do to me that would be painful. "Are you going to torture me? Rape me? Is that it? Is that how you plan to make me comply?"
He laughed, a true, honest to god laugh and god help me, it was beautiful. "You think I need to rape you? Isabella, I can smell your arousal. It fills the room from just one kiss. No darlin' I don't think rape is anywhere in your future. As for torture, that depends on your definition. If you consider a good old fashioned ass whoopin' torture, well then I guess so."
I looked at him in disbelief. "You think you're gonna…...oh fuck no! No way. I'll fight you tooth and nail asshole. There's no way I'm letting you touch me again."
He 'hmm'ed and nodded, taking a deep drag from his cigarette as his narrowed eyes pinned me where I stood.
"Yeah, I figured you'd say that. That's why I'm considerin' not changing you until I get you trained. Less hassle that way, not that I couldn't handle you as a vampire, trust me on that."
I sneered at him. "I trust you on nothing."
He shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, that'll change with training."
I glared. "You make me sound like a dog."
He stubbed out the cigarette. "Nope, not a dog. A vampire mate. A submissive vampire mate. That is what you are."
I scoffed. "Fuck you. I am no ones mate and I'm certainly not submissive."
He grinned and stood from the chair. "Oh, but you are my sweet Isabella. You just don't know it yet."
He moved to the door that I knew to be the exit. "I'm going out. Remember what we talked about. You won't escape and anyone you contact is dead, I don't care who they are."
He left and I heard the lock engage. I didn't relax for at least ten minutes but when I did, I broke….completely, right where I stood. Jake was dead if my captor is to be believed and I hate to admit this but the asshole really has no reason to lie.
Tears streamed down my face in a steady torrent as sobs tore from my chest. God. I had never felt such pain. My friend, my brother, Jake was dead.
I stayed in that spot on the floor for what must have been hours, vacillating between periods of uncontrolled sobbing and stunned numbness. I was a mess and had no idea how to feel or how to get beyond the wreck that my emotions were currently in.
One thing I was sure of though; I hated Major Jasper Whitlock with every fiber of my being and always would.
I was startled out of my stunned reverie hours later by the sound of the door opening. I didn't bother looking up. I knew who it would be and if it wasn't, there was no need to get excited. I knew to take him at his word that anyone who found me would be killed. I felt the truth in the words as he spoke them.
"Isabella."
I continued to stare. "Yes Satan?"
I saw him smirk out of the corner of my eye. "I prefer Lucifer."
He moved over to his favorite chair and sat. "Now that I have your attention, I would like you to rise, go bathe and ready yourself for traveling. The Volturi jet has arrived and we will be boarding in approximately three hours.
Move quickly enough and you will have time to eat. Continue to sit and stare and I will bathe and dress you and you will not eat. Don't say I never give you choices."
I got up and glared at him. "Whatever, you cocksucker."
He smiled and lit a cigarette. "Can't say I've ever done that so I can't give you any pointers from that perspective but you'll learn in time."
I was livid in an instant especially since I didn't have a comeback for that. "Asshole."
"We can explore that option too if that's your preference although I hear it's pretty painful. You may want to rethink that one."
God, how I wanted to kill him in that moment. The cocky, arrogant, gorgeous fuckwad. I hated him down to the marrow of my bones.
I now knew that my only option was complete silence otherwise he would certainly drive me to insanity in my unresolved rage.
Grabbing the bag that he had brought, I slammed my way into the bathroom and got ready for the day. I was shocked that everything fit perfectly. He certainly hadn't asked my sizes. Maybe it was some super vampire perception? Why did I give a shit? I shrugged at my reflection and left the bathroom, tossing the bag back on the bed and sitting down.
"Very good Isabella. Now, would you like something to eat?"
I remained silent as I had resolved to do. He nodded. "So, we have arrived at this stage of your training. Very good. I hadn't expected it so soon, but this is progress. It means that you will break sooner rather than later. This pleases me."
I glared at him. "I'll never break, you fuckwad."
He smiled. "You just did. You had resolved to maintain silence. You failed."
Tears of anger and hopelessness sprang into my eyes as I realized the truth in his words and I looked down, watching as they fell into my lap. "Why are you doing this? Why are you so cruel and heartless?"
"I'm Vampire. I'm not human. I have had to fight from the very first hour I awoke to this existence. I have never lost and none of my opponents have ever seen the light of another day. Is that a sufficient explanation?"
I looked up at him feeling blank, absent, defeated. "Yes."
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