Vanity and Patience (10/?)
Title: Vanity and Patience
Author: Achelle
Category: Books, FanFiction - Twilight
Rated: NC-17 or MA
Genre: Romance, angst, smut, Pre-Twilight/Midnight Sun
Status: In Progress
Characters/Pairings: Emmett/Rosalie Canon Pairings
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and its characters, or plot. The characters, books, and plot are property of Stephenie Meyer. I make no money from writing this. I just love Twilight.
Warnings: Rated NC-17/MA for a reason. Some chapters may contain adult language, violence, assault, and sexual content. Lemons in future chapters
Summary: Rosalie is content to live her vampire life to its fullest, regardless of her resentment to her immortal situation. One day while hunting she comes across a dying man with an innocent face that she cannot resist. In an act of strength, she brings him home to change him into one of them. How does the vain and selfish Rosalie deal with an irrational newborn vampire who can’t see past his lust for blood to even notice her? Will she be able to swallow her pride and have the patience to stand by him? Will Emmett be the man who can change her life for the better?
All Chapters are Rosalie's POV.
Chapter 1
Previous Chapter
AUTHOR'S CHAPTER NOTES:
Chapter Specific Warning: Violence and assault in this chapter. Sex is implied. Do not read if any of this if you are sensitive to any of those issues.
Thanks to my beta, Beth, aka Ledybug
Playlist:
- Madonna - Material Girl
- Alanis Morrisette - Uninvited
- Pink - U + Ur Hand
- Toad the Wet Sprocket - Hold Her Down
Chapter 10: The Uninvited
It had been a month since my first hunt alone with Emmett. I had since grown accustom to his constant indifference, and no longer did I try to get him to pay heed to me. He will notice me in time as sure as Esme said he would. I was positive that if I stood by him and everything he went through, he would some day appreciate all of my efforts. I tried my best not to take any fit personally, but my challenge with Emmett was my sensitivity to everything he did. When it came to him, my feelings were a fragile mess.
In the past two weeks there had been reports of human deaths caused by large animals in the paper-but the markings were very characteristically vampire killings. It had crossed Carlisle and Edward’s mind that it could have been Emmett, but the probability was low since he was constantly monitored by one of us at all times. He had no chance to escape and kill on his own.
Today we were in Washington D.C., only a mere couple of hours drive away from Appalachia. Carlisle and Esme wanted to take me shopping at Woodward and Lorthrop for a new dress, as they’d be shopping for their own outfits for a special occasion. Being such a revered doctor, Carlisle had quite a large amity with the local people and often received invitations to many social events and lavish parties. He and Esme decided to take me along this time to a local formal dance held annually by one of the town’s wealthier families- the Appalachia Winter Formal.
We spent most of the car ride discussing the possibilities of the recent murders, effectively avoiding the subject of their reason to ask me to come along on this trip and to the party. I knew before they could even tell me; they wanted me give me something to preoccupy my thoughts with. Although I grew to be at peace with Emmett’s indifference and was no longer angry, I was still in a constant state of melancholy. My parents’ concern was always out of love, but also very transparent to me, though I never made them aware that I knew of their generous motives.
I smiled as I stepped into Woodies, as it reeked of expensive designer perfume. It was crowded with customers being that it was the weekend. I rode the escalator to the women’s department on the second floor. I ran my hand through the dresses along the racks, feeling the fabrics. A plethora of formal garments were displayed, hanging gracefully from hangers, calling at me for my purchasing pleasure. Shopping was exhilarating to me, and fashion was my best friend. The scent of silk, organza, charmeuse, and satin brightened my spirits immediately.
I began to make some choices from the racks: different gowns and lovely dresses by luxury designers from all over the world. My body was suitable for anything, and I was simply able to fit in things directly off the rack, no alterations needed. After trying on a few dresses that didn’t fit the right look I was searching for, I stood perusing the dresses in another section of the store.
“Find anything you like?” I heard a familiar deep voice ask me from behind.
“Yes, everything,” I answered, turning to Carlisle with a small grin, “but I’m having difficulty finding the one that I absolutely love.”
Carlisle returned my grin, smiling warmly as he stood there with a new suit in hand. “How interesting, your word choice at this moment, dear Rosalie.”
I sighed. “Is this the time for your talk about love now, too, Carlisle?” I teased him, arching my perfect brow.
He chuckled switching the new suit he carried folded over one arm to the other.
I had to ask to see what he had on his arm. I was always excited to see new merchandise within the family, dressing them up mentally like living dolls. Early on in my human life when I would see Dr. Cullen-as I knew him back in Rochester- and his family, I was irritated with them because they were much more beautiful than I could ever be. I laugh at that now, and these days I actually carry a devotion to the beauty that my new family possessed. Dressing up with them and prancing around caused quite the spectacle, and I absolutely drowned in the pleasure and power of our family’s aesthetic qualities.
After admiring his perfectly chosen black double-breasted tuxedo, Carlisle cleared his throat. “So Rosalie, I do not pretend to be oblivious to the fact that you know we brought you here to brighten your mood. I cannot stand to see you so regularly downhearted.”
So he did notice. I gave small forced side-smile and looked down, nodding my head as I looked away. I pushed some lace dresses by Madeleine Vionnet aside as I pretended to search the rack in front of me, my other hand finding a lock of hair to twirl around my fingers. I knew unlike my tender moment with Esme last month, I could not deny my feelings any longer. It would be wasted effort as they shared so much with each other. No doubt would Carlisle know exactly what was said in that conversation.
“Love can be many things, sweetheart, but easy is not one of them,” Carlisle mused.
“Tell me about it,” I breathed out heavily, looking up at him.
“Obviously a bit more than carrying a torch for someone is it not?” he smiled.
I grinned at the fact that he knew exactly how I was feeling. “I’ve become a big old sap because of him,” I sighed.
“It is no walk in the park… to be cully to a newborn.” Carlisle seemed to stare into the distance as he said that statement, probably reliving his first year with Esme in his mind. His eyes danced happily during his moment of reflection, in obvious adoration for his wife. He shook himself out of his dream and looked at me thoughtfully.
“Esme as a newborn; I wish I could have seen that. Did you even have half the problems that I do with Emmett?”
“I had problems, yes. She was erratic and moody as well-maybe not as much as Emmett, but still very unstable and somewhat dangerous. I just had to wait. I had eventually developed a tolerance for her; it came as naturally as I fell in love with her. That doesn’t mean that it came without challenge, complexity, or heartache. Many days I would wonder if she’d ever return my affection, but I was full of determination and patience. In the end, it was the greatest trouble I have ever endured, like a victory over the largest epic war.”
Carlisle watched as a glum expression took over my face. If there was any victory at the end of this journey I still have yet to catch a glimpse of it in the horizon.
“He also cares about you, Rosalie. There is no hesitation in my mind or my heart of this as I observe his actions around you.”
“Really? He sure has a funny way of showing it,” I muttered sarcastically.
“And you don’t think it is out of his concern for you that he keeps his distance from you? That he would rather not harm you like he has done in the past? Rosalie, he may not show fondness towards you that you desire from him, but he clearly takes heed in your safety and well being, and places it above everything else-aside from thirst, of course.”
Turning back habitually to the rack of dresses, I furrowed my brows as I cocked my head to the side, trying to absorb Carlisle’s words. Could he be right? I pushed each hanger one by one with my fingers distractedly.
“He could very well have feelings for you right at this moment, but have not the faintest idea what to do with them,” Carlisle continued, watching me paw a beaded gown. “Newborns are just as mystified as they are temperamental. He will love you in due time, if he does not already.”
I nodded looking back up at Carlisle, giving him a hopeful smile, and he returned it with one of his own. He placed a firm, comforting free hand on my shoulder. It was a far stretch to even believe that Emmett loved me at all right now, but hearing it from Carlisle gave me some trust in the possibility.
“We just want you to be happy, Rosalie. Esme and I-even Edward-we all do. You deserve happiness.” He smiled warmly as I breathed a sigh of relief in response. “All will reveal itself in due course, my dear.”
“There you are!” a musical voice exclaimed from down the aisle. I whipped around to see Esme approaching us gracefully with an armful of yellow satin. Excitement shined in her golden eyes as she neared us. “I think I found something absolutely exquisite!”
“Really, Esme? You’ll have to show me this new exquisite piece of fabric you’ve chosen! Buttercup will look great on you.”
“Oh, well Rosalie, my dear, this dress,” she said holding it up, “is for you. It’s a Jean Patou.”
I took in the gown that flowed gracefully to the floor in what looked like a sweeping train, my mouth hanging open. I was speechless at its loveliness. Patou was a genius French designer who marketed to wealthy American women, and I was beyond ecstatic wear an original. The Great Depression was taking a toll on luxury fashion markets, leaving gems like this easier to find for families such as ours.
“Esme, that is marvelous,” Carlisle gushed. “Well… I had a thought, maybe when we get home tonight the whole family should go hunting together and have some fun, don’t you agree?”
“Oh Carlisle that’s a wonderful idea, don’t you think so Rosalie?” Esme turned to me as she held the gown above head level between us.
“I think…” I began, pausing to feel the luscious shiny satin with my fingers, “this gown is amazing.” I squealed like a little girl at a candy store, leaving Carlisle and Esme to laugh at my reaction.
It was sleeveless with a V-neck, and the back dipped low in an elegant and classy way. The front was ankle length with a sweeping train in the back. Crystal beading adorned the two-inch thick straps, and a cluster of the same beads made a brooch below the center of the bust. It was exactly what I was looking for.
“Simply exquisite, like you just said,” I raved, feasting my sight all over the gorgeous item of clothing. “And if you’d like to go hunting with the whole family, it would be my pleasure.” I did not keep my eye off the gown as I spoke.
We made our purchases after I tried on the gown that Esme chosen, so flawlessly meeting every expectation I had with the look I wanted for the formal. I even bought a matching pair of low-heeled gold dancing shoes and a cream fur-lined evening shawl to match.
I sat gleefully in the back seat of the Bentley as I thought about the new outfit. I forgot how some minor things could make me so happy for at least a moment, and I had to be grateful to my parents for thinking of taking me on this trip. We then made a turn onto Pennsylvania Avenue and paid a visit to the Capital Building, the Washington Monument, and the White House before returning home. The structures were just as impressive and majestic as the photos I saw in books and magazines.
Later that day we started on our journey for prey as a family. We went towards the north, which put us into the northwestern point of West Virginia. We spotted a large herd of deer, beginning our blurred chase with the herd as they went flying for their lives. Even with Emmett’s cold shoulder, the presence of the rest of the family eased the any tension with me. All of us had a merry old time chatting and laughing about memories as we hunted and pounced on the wildlife absentmindedly. We all lead them into the nearest open field in the forest, Emmett and I landing our prey on the opposite end of the clearing from the rest of the family.
“Someone’s here,” I heard Edward say from across the paddock, stiffening with alertness.
We all froze as we heard the patter of footsteps coming our way, so soft that it almost sounded like it was in my imagination. Only one species could be so furtive.
“Vampires?” Esme asked Edward, receiving a confirming nod in response.
Carlisle, Esme, and Edward quickly finished their prey before straightening up for our rapidly approaching visitors.
Emmett and I stayed where we were, only about twenty feet from the others, but not in plain sight. I knew Emmett was not going to let go of his catch, needing to drink whatever we had on hand was a priority for him.
Within seconds came four blurs from the northeast that morphed into a quad of stylish nomadic vampires with eyes as red as Emmett’s when he was first changed. They appeared in front of Carlisle, Esme and Edward, all faces serene except for the one who stood in the forefront with a friendly smile.
Although I’ve heard my family speak of them often, it was the first for me to ever witness nomads in the flesh. My speedy vampire mind was able to assess their appearances within a second from across the field where Emmett and I still drank the blood of our kill.
The front man was clearly the leader, his long sandy blond hair in a ponytail secured under a fedora hat, and clad in a black Oxford suit with white pinstripes. He donned a rather loud red and white patterned tie with a matching red hanky, setting his crimson eyes off with a bang. He was approximately the same build as Edward’s, only he was 5’11”. He looked around Carlisle’s age, maybe younger, no older than 25 when changed, but definitely older than 22.
He stood with his mate, a tall slender woman in a black and amber flapper style dress and short blond hair peaking in curls out of her mustard cloche hat. She was cute, I guess. She looked frozen at about twenty years old, definitely scrawny compared to me. She stood about 5’6” with a very slender frame- skinny, making my figure look full if I were to stand next to her.
Behind them were two men, one a stocky 5’9” muscular guy with short medium ash brown hair, looking even older than the leader. Maybe frozen at 27 or 28, I thought. He looked curious but calm, in a navy Zoot suit, his pants with wide lapels that tapered towards his ankle and long matching coat. On his head sat a Derby Bowler hat with a single blue and white feather. Definitely a look I did not favor but to each his own, I guess.
The other was the tallest of them all at 6”1’with super shiny, straight, blue-black hair pulled into a ponytail as well, but tucked and hidden in his shirt. He sported a black felt driving cap hung low right above his fierce blood-shaded eyes. He stood out the most out of all of them even though his suit was a much more understated plain solid black, as something about him seemed simultaneously awkward and tense as his eyes were immediately on Esme. His alabaster skin sported a slightly olive undertone, unlike the rest, and probably about 19 when changed.
“Hello, my fellow brothers,” the leader called towards them. “We were heading south but my friend here caught the scent of our kind so we decided to extend our greetings.” His voice was smooth and carried a very faint French accent.
“Good afternoon,” Carlisle said, tipping his hat to them as they did the same.
“We hadn’t the slightest idea that there was more of our kind here in the area.”
“Well yes, we uphold a permanent residence nearby.”
“Is that so?” the man asked, the information peaking his curiosity. As a nomad they are meant to drift from place to place wondering aimlessly for human kill while keeping the secret. Certainly our lifestyle would be a new concept to them. “Fascinating. I presume with eyes the color of yours; your family hunts other species as well?”
“Yes, you are correct.”
“Unbelievable,” he breathed, astonished. His eyes took a quick glance at the carcasses of deer. The others’ eyes were wide at the answers Carlisle gave. Surely this was nothing they had ever known existed.
As Emmett and I completed draining our kill, we both sprinted over to stand behind our family, facing the newcomers.
“This explains much,” Carlisle mused. “It seems you’ve caused quite a ruckus in this area with your hunting excursions.”
“Ah yes,” the man sighed glancing over quickly at the dark haired companion before turning back to Carlisle. “We apologize. My newborn here has not completely gained control and acclimated himself to this lifestyle so perfectly just yet. He is nearing completion of his first year in about a month, but there is still a lot of work to be done regarding him,” he explained, gesturing to the creepy dark haired young man.
This clarified the reason why he stood out so much.
“I see. Well, my name is Carlisle,” he said, holding his hand out to the leader. They shook hands.
“I am Claude,” he responded. “This is my lovely Seraphine, and that over there is Sherman and Viktor.” I quickly picked up that the Zoot Suit man was Sherman, leaving the strange guy to be Viktor.
“This is my family. My wife, Esme, and my children: Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett.”
“Hello,” Esme greeted them with a sincere grin. Carlisle’s arm slithered through her arms and wrapped securely around his torso.
I nodded politely, standing as still as a statue with my face serene, but I felt ill at ease as I sensed Viktor’s blood red eyes appraise me from head to toe.
Edward stood tense, nodding his head a fraction of a degree very stiffly at our new guests as he tipped his hat leisurely.
Emmett also nodded his head towards them, his chin down. He peered at them with his rust-colored eyes through a veil of his dark lashes peaking from under the rim of his own driver’s cap. If I wasn’t mistaken, it seemed he stood with his chest erect and jutting forward, making a point to flaunt his Herculean frame to our guests, a smirk playing on his face.
“You couldn’t possibly live solely off of animal blood. That is impossible,” the one named Viktor scoffed, his voice with a heavy foreign accent that I could not place.
Sherman laughed, amused by the statement. “How does that work exactly? Surely you don’t just ignore your thirst and go prancing around acting human?” he asked mockingly.
“In point of fact, we do exactly that,” Carlisle chided. “We learn to suppress and control our thirst, thus allowing us to live in peace with humans. That is how we manage to live permanently in one dwelling. And to make it a point, we all were humans once. It is not impossible to actually possess compassion for the species.”
“Truly spellbinding,” Claude considered in absolute bewilderment. “May we see this… dwelling of yours? I have never witnessed such a thing. I think we could all learn from this, could we not?” he asked looking back at the others.
“As long as we make it quick,” the woman chirped. The hair in the back of my neck stood up at the grating shrilling sound of her French-accented voice.
We spent most of the evening trading stories with our new acquaintances. We considered playing baseball with the new guests but here was no storm coming in, so we knew it was out of the question. They were all enthralled by our lifestyle, eyes grazing over our lavish home disbelievingly. I think it may have rendered Claude speechless, and possibly considering becoming vegetarian himself. Viktor snarled at the idea immediately, leaving the rest to chuckle at his obduracy.
They left in the wee hours of the morning, as Seraphine eventually vocalized her protest to stay any longer. They were on their way to Dallas as Claude had friends in the South. After their departure, the family convened outside discussing our guests while Emmett bounced a basketball around the hard top section of our estate.
“That went well,” Carlisle thought. “You can never make too many friends. It was rather odd though that they could be such a large coven as nomads. That is quite rare. What is your take on them, Edward?”
It was always a question to ask him, given his gift. Edward seemed to nod without an ounce of enthusiasm. “Rare indeed. Claude is impressive himself. He created each one of them and began his own coven. Very odd for wondering nomads to stick together in such a large group, but apparently he was part of some strange army of newborns in the South trained poorly-a survivor of a Volturi annihilation. They feasted on humans with no discrepancy, and the Volturi came and wiped them out. Apparently not all were killed. From his thoughts it looked like it took place during the confederacy. He is trying to do it the right way now, following law.”
“Is that so? The mid-1800s. That must be why I never heard about it. Do you think they will stay a coven?” Carlisle mused.
“I give them a decade tops before one of the two other males break away. That Viktor has an acute sense of smell-some sort of enhanced ability. He is the one that detected us on our hunt today.”
“A heightened sense of smell. Now that is a first. What a remarkable gift he has then,” Carlisle marveled.
“Eh, even so, I do not trust that man,” Edward said.
“How come?” Carlisle questioned.
“Still too young in his vampire life to be levelheaded about his decisions, yet mature enough to possess human desires-only his desires cloud his reasoning.”
Carlisle tilted his head to the side at Edward’s explanation confused.
“He had eyes for Esme, and then when Rose showed up, he turned a lustful eye at her,” Edward explained further. “I did not like his thoughts.”
“That’s disgusting,” I spewed, as a shiver ran down my spine. I looked over to Emmett who was still bouncing the basketball and shooting it into the hoop, not a care in the world across his pretty face. I suddenly felt disappointed as I figured him to react to this information with jealousy, but I guess that was too much for me to expect out of him.
“I see,” Carlisle breathed. “Do you think they will return?”
“I didn’t see it in their mind that they will. They looked set on a departure for Texas this evening.”
“Well that is a relief then,” Esme concluded, taking Carlisle’s hand in hers.
We all nodded in agreement except for Emmett who was running and leaping at preternatural speed, still shooting free throws into the basketball hoop from various spots across our estate.
The next day after school it was my turn to hunt with Emmett. Everything went as usual-us heading northwest, and him finding a bear. Was I the least bit shocked? Not quite.
Today, he still remained indifferent, but not so cold. He was actually in a great mood, especially finding a good-sized bear to play with. In an effort to salvage his pricey threads, Emmett carefully removed his cap, suspenders, and button down shirt, hanging them on a branch of a near by tree.
A stunned and entranced reaction took over as the image of his bare chest hit my eyes once more. His large frame should be against the law. Shoulders and arms so chiseled should be illegal. I wondered suddenly what they would feel like cloaked around my body. I took in that he was once again shirtless in my presence, and the sensation traveled down my body and straight to my now suddenly damp panties. My bodily reaction to him was so natural yet so out of control.
As for me, I needed to hunt myself because my eye sockets were once again turning that dark purple that I so despised as a vampire. Though I hunted yesterday, the fawn was much too small to eliminate the flaw under my eyes. I knew Emmett would not be up to sharing his beloved kill.
Leaving him to tend to his ostentatious fight with the vulnerable black bear, I searched for other prey in the area. I could not be in too close proximity to him while the scent of my arousal still lingered in the air. He was too hazardous in his hunting mindset.
I heard a pack of deer nearby and followed the trail, launching myself effortlessly onto two who stood near one another. I marveled on how skillful that move was, killing two deer with one swift action.
It was the perfect place for me to obtain my kill. Though thirty feet from Emmett, I could still spot him through the trees as he wrestled and taunted his obsession.
I had barely begun to drink the blood out of the first, with Emmett’s bare chest still on my mind. This wasn’t helping me to eliminate my stimulation. I continued to bear down on my concentration, draining the dear further of its warm crimson nectar.
Within seconds I heard a soft landing of stealthy feet behind me. Too soft for any human, yet too distinct to be any other animal than that which I was. Vampire, I thought to myself. The scent was none that I recognized, nor was it the cinnamon cedar goodness that Emmett carried with him.
“Well hello there,” a strange, accented voice greeted me from behind. It was gruff and unfamiliar.
I jumped, spinning around swiftly to see whom it was, my lips curled back into a hiss of defense. I had dropped the deer in my hand mid-drain.
There Viktor stood, his arms crossed against his chest, weight shifted onto one leg. His crimson eyes ran up and down, gaping at me from head to toe in a disgustingly obscene manner.
I could not hide my grimace in response. “Viktor,” I gagged, unenthused. I relaxed from my defenses, but still remained on edge as his eyes surveyed my body.
He stepped forward, adjusting himself in his pants as he did so.
I stepped back apprehensively, repulsed by his previous action, the growing lewd expression on his face. He was so revolting.
“What’s a pretty young dame like yourself doing all alone here in the woods?”
“I was hunting with Emmett,” I replied, slightly agitated.
“Who? Oh the big one? Where is he?”
“A few feet from here.” I did not give away his exact coordinates, effectively keeping my eyes from where Emmett struggled with the bear. Something told me I shouldn’t.
“Fascinating that you live off animal blood. I cannot imagine how to exercise such… discipline… in any of my desires,” he murmured, eyeing me suspiciously.
I stepped back once again. I detested his eyes, and I instinctively was becoming defensive once more.
His eyes narrowed and his head cocked to the side. “It’s a shame that you lust after your… brother… when you could be with someone who actually wants you.”
“Excuse me? I don’t lust after him,” I retorted, my lips slowly curling back behind my teeth. My temper began to shorten as the venom in my veins began to bubble and boil.
He stepped closer smelling the air around me, his face just inches from mine. “I beg to differ, sweetheart. The air does not lie.”
I was abashed for a moment, but then I knew I had no time to be embarrassed by his statement. I stepped back from him, a small hiss starting to form in my throat.
“He’s so young. Too young to appreciate how positively… splendid you are.”
“Not much younger than you,” I barked, irritated. “I thought you were on your way home,” I stated flatly, trying to sway the conversation elsewhere.
“I was,” he answered dispassionately, “but then I couldn’t ignore that scent of honeysuckle-like incitement that only a vampire as lovely as yourself could produce… so I followed it here… and now, here we are.”
A pang resided in my stomach as I realized that my arousal lead him here.
“A scent so sweet and floral such as your own… like roses,” he continued to whisper, sniffing the air, “a thousand times magnified while in heat.” He opened his eyes slowly again, peering at me through his heavy lidded gaze.
“Where are your friends?” I asked, my voice cracking, giving away the alarmed state I was in.
“They’re long gone, sweetheart.” He took several steps forward, closing the distance between us. He reached one hand out to touch me.
I flinched back in response and leaped five feet away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Finicky, we are,” he stated, materializing in front of me.
He reached to grab my hair but I caught his hand before he could with supernatural speed. “I said, do not touch me,” I hissed, my chest heaving in defensive alert.
“Oh, don’t be so testy,” he snorted, suddenly grabbing my shoulder with his other hand and pulling me against him. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”
His breath was foul as he whispered to me, and like a knee-jerk reaction I raised my fist to his face, with a loud crash into his jaw.
He recoiled and took a step back, snarling in response as he rubbed his jaw, eyeing me with his fiery intense stare.
I started to turn to run but his hand caught my arm and his iron grip twisted me back around to face him.
“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?”
I sucked up all the venomous saliva from the back of my throat I spit in his face.
He took one swipe across his face to dry it with his free arm, and then quickly slapped me with his backhand across my cheek.
I gasped but turned back to him only to find his fist heading straight for my head and I ducked rapid enough for him to miss.
“You will pay for that you little streetwalker,” he growled, grabbing me by my neck and squeezing.
I growled at him, as his grip, although strong, wasn’t nearly as strong as Emmett’s hand. I shoved my knee upward with great force, aiming for his groin.
He let out a huff in pain, stepping back and letting me go for just a second to cup his area with his hands before lunging at me as I tried to make a quick run for it again.
He fell on top of me, both of his hands holding my wrists against the ground above head in brute strength, his weight on my body and preventing me from escaping. He grumbled and sneered at me, his crimson eyes furious and crazy. I kept my legs shut and thanked God I was wearing trousers today as I struggled beneath him. I realized then that I couldn’t get myself out of this mess without the help of someone else.
My mind was able to process many things in a matter of seconds. I turned my head in order to search in Emmett’s direction, but I was suddenly overcome by panic and apprehension. All that remained in that clearing was the abandoned carcass of the bear. I suddenly grew frantic, feeling alone and abandoned, reliving my last human moments once again but now as a vampire. There was no sign of him my peripheral vision, the surrounding area eerily silent except for the sound of my panting in struggle and Viktor’s growls.
Emmett was nowhere in sight.
A newborn stranger was assaulting me… and I had lost my Emmett.
Author's End Notes:
It sounds like its rape but I’m not exactly sure what it is. Actually neither I, nor Viktor, know exactly what he’s trying to do. He doesn’t quite understand how to woo a female. He’s going caveman over her, and not being well received, so he has to assault her to get what he wants.
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