Something about this small, dark room reminded me of James. It wasn't the same place, though. This room wasn't the ballet studio; there were no mirrors, the floor was cold, hard concrete, not wood, and there was no blood thirsty vampire out to get me – at least not yet, anyway.
"Where am I?" I asked the darkness, not really expecting an answer. Why wasn't I in my bed? And for that matter, why wasn't I in my house? I tried to move and found that I couldn't. "Well, that's just great." Metal cuffs cut into my wrists and ankles, binding me to the wall behind me. Soft, feminine laughter made me jump – well, more like jerk awkwardly against my bindings, but you get the point. My heart hammered in my chest.
Could it be that Victoria had finally gotten past Edward and the others? And if so, then why hadn't she killed me yet? None of this made sense, but I was alive and that was all that mattered – for now.
"Victoria…?" I asked weakly, trying my hardest not to quake with fear. That sinister laughter drifted from across the room – sounding closer than before – and I shuddered. It seemed to come from every direction; not that I could even see anything in the room anyway. Stupid, weak human eyes.
"Silly, silly Bella…"Rosalie purred, suddenly appearing in front of me. In the dark, I could only make out her pale face. Her features just as striking as ever, even when her black eyes narrowed and she hissed softly.
"Oh, Rosalie….you scared me. Can you…um…help me out of here?" Her dark eyes looked amused as she watched me struggle against the shackles holding me to the wall. Slowly, she smiled and her eyes changed to a deep blood red.
Oh, crap.
"Why…would I let you go now, after all the trouble I went to getting you away from your precious Edward?" She took a step closer, and I realized with an enormous amount of surprise that…………
She was naked. And worse yet, I was staring and I couldn't stop myself. Her pale body stood out against the curtain of darkness, and her red eyes seemed to almost glow. Before I could stop them, my eyes took in all of her; the graceful curve of her neck, her perfect, round breasts that were so unlike my own, and the curiously wet, blond curls between her legs.
Rosalie laughed again, and pulled my chin upwards sharply, forcing me to look into her disturbing eyes. I blushed furiously. What was I thinking?! This was Rosalie – Edward's sister, technically, someone who hated me. She was in love with Emmett and I had Edward.
Wasn't that enough?
Something told me it wasn't enough, and that it never would be. That I would always want more, and that, maybe, Rosalie…could give it to me.
Wait….what?!
The shock of icy fingers on my bare skin jolted me out of my thoughts, and I struggled to bite back a moan. Wait….bare skin? My clothes were on the floor, ripped to shreds. Holy shit. A lump formed in my throat.
"Ro-…Rosalie! What are you doing?" I managed to choke out. Her fingers drifted lower, dancing around my navel and darting toward the space between my legs. I let out an unsteady breath when her lips found my neck. For a wild moment, I thought she was going to bite me – to change me or kill me.
But that's what you want, right? To be one of them; to be a vampire. A voice in head my head whispered. Wonderful, now I had voices in my head. It did have a point though.
"No Bella," Rosalie mumbled against my neck, licking the skin there when she paused. "I won't bite you, nor will I kill you." Her cold tongue trailed along my collarbone and I shuddered. "At least not yet…."
"Then…what are you going to do?" I gasped when I suddenly felt her teeth gently graze my skin. It burned, but with much less intensity as it did when James had bitten me. And, oddly enough, I liked the feeling and I arched my back, pressing myself against her frigid body.
"I think you know exactly what I'm doing," She growled huskily. "Now, shut up." With that, she grabbed a handful of my hair and crushed her lips to mine. The kiss was harsh and cold, yet passionate and exhilarating. Edward never kissed me with this intensity. I struggled against her and tried to pull away, but to no avail. Her grip was tighter than the steel around my wrist and ankles. My mind clouded over when I felt her hands roaming over my body, squeezing and pinching anything to make me squirm and writhe under her. I forgot all about Edward for a moment and just gave in to Rosalie's lustful demands.
I whimpered when she detached her mouth from mine, but hissed in delight when she latched onto my breast. Her teeth grazed against my skin, making it burn painfully, but pleasantly. Maybe I'm a masochist, ha. I arched my back as best I could, to bring her closer to me, but she stepped away with a mischievous gleam in her eerie eyes.
"What would Edward think about this, my little slut?" I blushed and suddenly felt dirty and exposed. I shouldn't have let this happen, I should have stopped Rosalie, and I shouldn't have enjoyed any of this…
But I did
"I…I….Please, Rose…stop...I won't tell anyone if you--"
Her cold laughter interrupted me, "Why would I stop when you obviously enjoy this so much? Edward will never touch you like I can; he'll never make you feel the same. "
She had me there.
She sighed and stepped forward again, but this time, she reached above my head and unlatched the cuffs on my wrists. And then I was completely free. I could go running off into the night – assuming it was still night – and scream that a mad vampire wanted to have hot lesbian sex with me.
……I could do that……
……but I didn't.
"You can go if you want," Rosalie said, as if reading my thoughts. "Of course, you'd have to out-run me and with your track record of accidents….Well, let's just say I doubt you'll get far."
"Shut up and fuck me." I said, startling her for a moment. After a moment of silence, she smirked and kissed my forehead gently.
"Good girl. Now, lie down."
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I woke up with a start, my heart hammering against my ribs hard enough so that the sound echoed in my still room. Sunlight was just barely peaking through the blinds on my window, and the clock read "6:00 AM".
It was just a dream then? I tore the blankets off my body and smirked.
…I was still naked. I really had shared a wild night with my boyfriend's sister. The proof was in a little 'R' shaped cut on my inner thigh – Rosalie's way of marking her territory.
Vampires are very kinky beings.
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