Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Isabella ( Chapter 2 )

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Isabella

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Isabella Swan stood in front of the kitchen table, a wonderful meal of her father's favorite foods laid out before her. She knew that the past weeks sudden murders, as well as her sudden withdrawal from him had worried him. However, Bella couldn't help it.

Her hand ghosted over her ribs, barely feeling part of the spot where her skin was scarred. A cold shiver went through her as she remembered how she had gotten that particular scar. No she thought to herself, don't think about it. It was bad enough that she remembered what had happened every night. She didn't need to remember during her waking hours as well.

But she couldn't help it, for her mind began to force her to remember the spine numbing terror she had felt, the hot breathing and male voice that had whispered into her ear, the hard, muscled male body that had hovered and pushed itself into her, the frantic movements that seemed to mimic the act of something she had only read about.

She felt tears coming to her eyes as she remembered the fact that she had been unable to scream due to the lump of surprise and terror that had quickly wound through her. She remembered when her mouth was gagged after awhile, though she had already been blindfolded and restrained to what had originally felt like a bed.

But what she remembered most of all was the pain, the terrible pain that washed through her body, just under and to the side of her right breast. She remembered the smell of burnt flesh that had permeated the air as the pain entered her. Her terrified screams, though muffled, were surely heard, and - at the time - she had wondered why no one had rescued her at that time. It was only later that she realized what she didn't know at the time; everyone - except for her and whoever it was that had taken her - was gone from the store, leaving it empty.

She shook her to dispel the memories as she turned and headed upstairs. She knew that she looked like a mess; she had accidently gotten flour everywhere when she first began cooking, and knew that there was still some on her. Plus she knew that, if she were to look in a mirror, her eyes would be a bit red from crying. She decided to take a quick shower before her father got home.

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She was halfway dressed when she heard the front door open and close.

“Dad, I'll be down in a minute. There's food on the table if you want some,” she called down. Receiving no answer, she frowned, grabbing the sweater and cotton lounge pants that she had pulled out before, and pulling them on, fighting with her still wet hair as she tried to towel dry it as best as she could.

Once she was sure that she had dried it to the best of her abilities, she walked down the stairs. Not seeing anyone in the living room, she figured that her father had already smelled the food before she had yelled before, and was stuffing his face, though she couldn't hear anything coming from the kitchen.

Walking into the room, she frowned once more as she noticed that it was empty; at least, she thought it was until she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Turning with a plan to scold her father, she was brought up short when she noticed that the man behind her was definitely not her father.

She vaguely recognized him, but he was definitely a stranger to her. Though, she had to admit that he was handsome, with bronze hair and green eyes. Yet, something about the way he was looking at her made her uncomfortable, and she backed up, putting as much distance between them as possible.

“Who…who are you?” she asked, her throat dry. Swallowing hard, she pressed herself against the wall that had stopped her from going any further. Her eyes darted around the room, and she silently cursed at the fact that he father hadn't gotten a house that had a back door in the kitchen like most houses do around where they lived.

The stranger let out a sigh as he shook his head.

“And here I thought you would remember me,” he said, and she felt as if a bucket of ice had been thrown onto her. She recognized that voice. It had been in her nightmares just as much as what had happened to her had been. Her body tensed up, and she shook with fear as she unconsciously pushed herself up against the wall in an attempt to flatten herself to it.

“S-stay a-a-away,” she stuttered, fright covering every word as he began to walk toward her. He was taking baby-steps towards her, as if he knew that she was scared, and teasing her. However, now that he was away from the door way, Bella saw that she could get away from him, though she would have to be fast in order to do so.

She waited until she was positive that she would get away, and used the distraction he was providing by talking about something she just wasn't focused on to make a break for it. She pushed herself away from the wall, running around him towards the only door out of the house.

He stopped talking as he realized that she wasn't listening to him, and his face twisted into a look of anger as he spun around and went after her, grabbing her around the middle as she tried to get the door to open. A startled and frightened cry left her lips as she was hauled back into a hard chest, but she didn't freeze, despite how much she wished to.

Instead, she kicked her legs back, the heels of her feet connecting with his shins as hard as she could, though his grip didn't loosen as he turned her back towards the kitchen; obviously, he wasn't going to let her be in an area where she could easily escape, and the kitchen seemed to be the safest place besides upstairs. He didn't really want to try carrying her upstairs with all of her flailing.

However, he was saved the choice of having to do so when she kicked her leg back, catching him unaware as she met his member, causing him to let go as pain well up within him. With him being closer to the door, she ran towards the stairs, knowing that - if she made it to the window in her room - she might be able to get away.

She stumbled up the stairs, running towards her room, shutting and locking the door behind her before running to her window. She didn't know how long she had before he came after her, though she was answered immediately as she fought with her window - being unopened in so long had caused it to become stuck.

The pounding that came from her door elicited a shriek as she looked behind her to see her flimsy door shake in its frame. She wished she had thought to put something in front of it, but knew that it was too late to try to do so, as it would only take up too much time.

Besides, she had finally gotten the window to opened a bit, though she tensed as a loud screeching noise preambles from it; she mentally tells herself to have her father fix it when he can. She pushes the window up as hard she could, mentally cringing as more of the screeching sound hurts her ears.

It was finally opened enough that she could get out. She put her left leg out, slowly reaching for the thick branch with her left foot until she got a good footing on it. Just as she was about to pull her upper body out of the window, she heard her door slam against the wall as the lock broke and arms wrapped around her once again, pulling her back inside.

“No,” she cried as she fought him, her fingers digging into the sides of the window, but he seemed not to notice as he flung her onto the bed and held her down with her face pushed into the mattress. She felt a heavy weight settle onto her, could feel his chest pressed against her back as she struggled until she knew that there was no way from her to be free of him.

He was laying on her, his full weight pressed against her back. He had lowered himself so that he could speak into her ear, and put his legs between her so that she couldn't kick him as he knew she wished to do.

“Now, that wasn't very nice, Bella,” he said, ignoring her as tears fell from her eyes. He grabbed her arms as he sat up a bit, pulling them together to be grabbed with once hand while his other dug around his pocket for something. He pulled out the metal handcuffs that he had thrown into his pocket at the last minute before leaving his house.

Locking the cuffs around her wrists, he let her arms go, watching as she tried to wrestle her arms free. After awhile, however, he got bored of watching her, and got off of her complete, grabbing her by the hair as he pulled her up. She yelped as she followed her hair, unable to use her hands to relieve the pressure.

He let go of her hair, wrapping his arms around her waist before steering her out of the room and downstairs. He was tempted to head for the kitchen, but the struggle with her had aroused him immensely, and he was in a hurry to get back to his house so that they could have some fun together.

Pushing her out of the house, he didn't even bother with locking the door, just closing it behind him. While he knew that there was a good chance that some things could get stolen, he honestly didn't care. He had the money to replace it if that happened.

He pulled her to his car, setting her into the front seat and buckling her in before getting into the driver's side. He drove home with his prize.

Bella wondered where he was taking her, and wish desperately that someone would either notice something was wrong or a cop would notice his speed and pull him over, for he was going quite fast.

However, her wishes were unanswered as he pulled up to a secluded building in the middle of no where, and she felt any hope of escaping dwindle down when he carried her into the house, and shut the door behind him. She knew that he only hope would be when her father arrived home, and realized that she was missing.

She never noticed the police car that was still in the driveway, never realized that it was her father's, until she saw the corpse in the living room moment after being brought into the house.

A shrill scream left her when she spotted the corpse, echoing all around the house and surrounding area, and felt true hopelessness as she realized that the only person who would never quit searching for her was no longer among the living.

She was alone, and at the mercy of a monster.