Victoria stopped, looked around me and grinned. In a flash she was gone and I heard a gasp and another thud. I turned to see Victoria burying her teeth into Samantha's neck, whose eyes went white in an instant.
"No!" I shouted. Victoria looked up at me, blood dripping from her mouth.
"Oops. Sorry, Isabella," she said with mock sympathy. She licked the blood from her mouth and appeared in front of me, grabbing my arms. Fuck.
"I have an idea," James said, blurring to Victoria's side. He was still holding the gun. "It might be fun. And if you do this, Bella, I promise you won't be tortured this time. Sound good?"
I wondered what sick, twisted scheme was boiling in the back of his head. Suddenly Victoria moved and we were inside the house now. I didn't see the others. I wondered where they were.
As if on cue, Christina walked out, rubbing her eyes. She glanced at me, then at Victoria and James. She seemed entranced by them as I had been when I first met them. I saw the look in their eyes as they stared back at her.
"N-no!" I shouted, eyeing James. "She's just a kid!"
James glanced at me and feigned a hurt expression. "What? Dear Bella, do you really think that I am that vile that I would kill an innocent child? Surely you're mistaken!"
I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by a snapping noise and a muffled scream. I quickly turned.
Oh. My. God.
No! No, no, no, no! NO! FUCK NO!
Christina was lying on the floor, her body lifeless. Victoria stood over her, grinning maliciously.
"So fragile," Victoria purred.
I exploded. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU BITCH!" I practically flung myself at her, rage consuming me. She sighed and stopped me with a single finger. Her fist connected with my stomach abruptly after, causing me to lurch forward in agony.
"Stupid girl," she giggled. James laughed too.
"I don't understand you humans and your pointless attachments. Oh, that reminds me." He grabbed me and pulled me back before placing the shotgun in my hands. I stared down at it, confused. Then realization hit me.
"No…" I breathed.
"Oh, yes. You're going to finish the others off," James ordered, smiling at me. "It's either that or you receive double the torture."
"I…I can't!" I shouted. "I won't! I'm not a killer!"
"Oh, come now, Isabella. Do you really care about a couple of insignificant lives? Do they mean anything to you? No, they don't. You care about yourself. That's all there is to it. You are what's most important in your life. You owe them nothing. Think about it. Think of the fun! Besides, dear, do you really want to go through more torture?" Victoria asked.
"Do it," James purred. 'If you don't, we will. And we'll make them suffer. Don't let them suffer, Bella. Make it quick and painless. You'd be doing them a favor."
Victoria moved closer to me, her face inches away from mine. "Do it," she breathed.
I tried to black out the rest of the images from my mind. In the end, I couldn't do it. I couldn't pull the fucking trigger and save them from an agonizing death. Instead I watched. I watched as they were tortured beyond human endurance. I remember the screams. I remember the blood and the faces. I remember the self hatred. I remember the anger. I remember the tears. I remember wishing God would kill me. I remember trying to kill myself.
But mostly I remember the choice that I refused to make. How easy it should have been to pick up that gun and take away their pain. But I was too weak, too fucking pathetic.
And as the two demons stood above me, their soulless laughter echoing amongst the carnage, I realized something.
I was not a human.
I was their slave. Their toy. I was worthless.
I was a monster, no better than them.
I had killed that night. I killed an entire family by allowing them to take me in. It was my fault. Their lives had ended because of me. I did nothing to stop it.
Monster. Murderer. Slave.
The memories fade away, leaving me standing in darkness. The pain, fear, hatred, anger and sorrow wash over me, causing me to fall to my knees and cry. I am lost. Alone.
Why? Why me? Why am I the one cursed? Why did it have to be me? Why?
"Bella…"
That voice. I know that voice. It's the same voice from my dreams. To me, it sounds like the voice of an angel.
"Go away angel, I don't deserve you," I cry.
"Bella…" she called again. "You aren't a monster."
How could the angel say that? How could she think that? Of course I was a monster. The things I did…
"Were not your fault, Bella. You had no control over them. You are a gentle, loving person. You are no monster," the angel stated. "And you are beautiful too."
No. I can't accept that. I won't. I just…can't…
My eyes slowly opened, dampened by the tears that fell caused by the nightmare. I shook off the painful images and realized that I was lying on a couch, a pillow beneath my head. Where was I?
I sat up, a bit too quickly, and felt a surge of pain shoot through me.
"Fuck! Ow…" I grumbled. I heard a soft chuckle in front of me and looked up, yelping in the process.
The vampire woman was there, sitting on a chair several feet away from me. Now I remember. I had broken into her house, she had caught me and…I was still alive? What the hell? She seemed to notice my growing distress and looked at my sorrowfully.
"I'm sorry for scaring you earlier, dear," she said softly. Her voice was so sincere…so warm. It was nothing like the fear inducing voices of the other two.
"Um…y-you aren't g-gonna eat m-me?" I stammered
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