L I S A

"Don't go near the dungeon. Ever." A voice called. It was soothing and brushed away all my fears.

Instead there was fear rested on her eyes as she spoke to me in the lightest tone ever.

The lady tucked the strands of my hair behind my earlobe placing wet and warm kisses on my forehead.

I nodded in agreement, thawing under her motherly concerned gaze.

I was playing with the ball and there were my friends I couldn't recall the names of.

We're kicking it around the silent hall only crowded by our yells and joyous screams. I was unaware of this part of our house but I didn't care.

I was lost in my game.

I kicked the ball in a way it began to slip down the stairs.

I followed after shortly and with feeble attempts to catch it between my clutches I continued to wander.

It went further down to a murky closed room behind a steel ajar door adorned by shackles.

My heart was skipping a beat every now and then as I peeked inside through the gap and heard the whispers.

I was adventurously scared as to what might come next.

The whispers continued as I brought my ear closer to the gap. I couldn't understand what they're saying until I did.

They called out . . .

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I didn't want to get up. My head was throbbing in pain along with my whole body.

Why did this have to hurt so damn much? I couldn't think straight. What happened to me? How did I end up . . . Oh right!

My eyes hovered everywhere to check if that thing was still there but the place had nothing but darkness.

A never-ending darkness wandering over the cave with foul smelling air surrounded me.

I'd wished my trip to be a little better than this―a lot better actually.

I elevated myself up on my feet and shook off the dirt that masked my dress. My face was sore and dusty.

Lord knew how bad I had to be looking right now! Upsetting enough was my imprisonment that now I had to endure a muddy face with hungry tummy groaning deep than my whining.

I had to get out before It'd decide to come back.

My head fell back defeated as I tried to rise up on my foot. I looked up and saw the light almost vanishing away, it was the nightfall soon.

And perhaps going out right now would only cause me more troubles.

I had to. I reminded myself and balanced my wobbly feet. Clumsy might my steps would be were no compared to my bent backbone.

My spinal cord was an aching mess. The pit that allowed the light to fall inside also demonstrated how high the fall really as and I wasn't much surprised if I had a throbbing back and ham-fisted feet that wanted to dance ridiculously.

I was on my own and at some point I was glad that no one could see me like this, especially her-wait! Her! Jennifer!

The thought of her lying somewhere in this cave invaded my mind and my eyes went off to find out her whereabouts before my body had a say in the topic.

I scampered leaning on the walls of the cave for support no matter how disgust I'd felt in my gut because of the webs, I had to find her.

That thing was after me, what were the odds of Jenna being safe. Aman, that man, what about him? Was he a pawn in this game just like Edward or was he just another stupid victim?

I heard a hiss coming from the back as I turned around. Probably there was another way out of this hell pit.

I jerked in excitement and then carefully dawdled towards the sound containing my joy of liberation.

What if I found her here? The mere thought of making Jenna accustomed to this situation was draining.

I peeked through the hallways before sinking myself further in but it was same as abandoned as the woods where I'd wandered.

If only it was freed from this rusting and ancient smell that had witnessed the ages go by in peace.

As I walked I felt the joints of my ankles, thighs, knees aching with the whole day's events, so much to bear, so much to contain in one day.

I wanted to just grab someone's shoulder and cry all my tears out before I could finally fall asleep but that wasn't happening anytime soon.

The hiss was barely audible as I went further in. The sound seemed to be engulfed by the thickness of the walls of the cave.

I was embraced by suffocation everywhere I went, my soul begged to be freed at this moment.

The overwhelming smell and lack of uncontaminated inhaling was getting on my nerves, disconcerting the steady rhythm of my cardiac muscles.

I was running out of fresh air and my head was already dizzy even after snoozing for an hour or so.

I put my weight on the walls as I walked. With rarely any ideas of my whereabouts I was silently cursing Edward for all of this.

There was no other saying in my head than the one that this whole thing was his fault. Who asked him to bring me out here?

I remembered Jenna and Aman again and the sudden wave of wariness hit me hard across my face. Were they even looking for me?

I'd rather they didn't because I had no idea what was lurking out there in the shadows at this hour. They'd just lose against them.

Were these creatures had anything to do with Edward? Were they vampires as well?

"I'll bring her to you."

What had he meant by that? He would bring me to whom? Those vampires, were they after me as well? That was why they didn't kill me?

"Elisabeth!" I heard a yet familiar sound echoing in the halls, shaking my insides.

I was petrified and relieved at once because I knew the person and I'd known him well.

As soon as I twisted back arms wrapped around my body and pulled me into a firmed, cold embrace.

I didn't resist it.

As much as I hated it, this was what I'd desired. To cry on his shoulders as he held me close and I loved it.

I couldn't hug him back-not because it would be awkward but my hands were pinned down by his arms and he was really tough.

"I can't breathe Edward." I blurted.

He quickly pulled away giving me some space and I swallowed a deep breath. I looked at him again and he looked . . . different.

Nicer just different, maybe he didn't have that same rude impression anymore or perhaps I'd really missed him.

His eyes were different. It had slight freckles of brown on the golden circles as if his pupils were gilded with some brownish garnishing.

He looked down at me; from where he stood he looked taller. His eyes were piercing into my soul and I felt bare under his gaze.

I wanted to know his next actions before he decided to make his intentions vivid.

Much to my surprise he drew me closer to his chest again and firmly grasped me between his arms whilst roughly and passionately devouring me into his mouth as his body leaned in, capturing me in every way possible.

My heart beat louder and I suspected he could hear it. It didn't matter as my mind was bursting with this new surprise.

Our lips crashed and I could feel nothing more than him around me. So close he was that the air was insufficient to feel my lungs and I gasped continuously.

I was stunned, impressed, shocked, scared, sick and angry at once. Never had I ever felt such a strong box of emotions bouncing inside of me and I stilled waiting for him to stop.

He didn't.

He was taking me aggressively. I must have slapped hard across his chest but it yielded nothing except an addition pain.

My eyes were rolling at the back of my head and I didn't know the reality that lurked around me.

What was happening? The sensation was making me jump but the lack of space was an obstacle on my way.

He hurled me against the wall pinning me with his giant body and deepened the kiss.

I must've moaned that now he had a wide excess to my mouth.

Stupid!

The experience was making my whole body burn with pain. I'd say it was a disaster.

My legs could barely make me stand tall and my lips were sore at his kiss, my hands ached along with my waist which he'd held so tightly and I was running out of breaths.

I was going to cry soon . . . no wait! . . . I already did.

Some of the water I'd expected to be sweat turned out to be the evidence of the pain he was causing me, besides the red marks on my body.

He was suffocating me.

When did he turn into this kind of animal? But he drank blood and hunted, of course he was always an animal! What had I expected?

"Ed-you're hurting me." I let out a long whimper mixed with fear and pleading.

It must've taken his entire self-control to hold him back from me as he leaned back from my body.

But even then he took his time. He looked angry. No other emotion, no hurt or guilt, just pure anger.

How could he not feel guilt? He hurt me so badly and there was no remorse! Did I really mean this little to him?

That was my first . . . kiss and I lost it to someone like him. I doubted if he even knew it was my first kiss and why would he?

He did what he desired and he was satisfied with himself-no matter the consequences.

He smiled a half-hearted smile and brought himself closer once more.

My heart thumped a great deal faster in fear as he perched a slow, light and gentle kiss on my cheek. I let this one go.

"I missed you." He admitted.

"Why?" My voice was barely audible as if it was meant for only my mind but unfortunately I'd said it out loud.