Several things happened at once. One, Edward knocked me backwards into the wall, away from Thomas’ approaching form. Two, a lot of different emotions pressed down on me, threatening to crush me. And three, Edward turned towards me, shouting one word as a group of guards closed in on him. “Run!”
But there was no where to run to...
Then I heard Carlisle from one of the cells, whispering urgently.
“Bella, do you still have the keys?”
I quickly pulled out the keys and hurried to unlock Carlisle. Despite my fumbling fingers, I eventually got all the Cullen’s out.
Edward, now fighting off several guards, looked at me frantically and mouthed the word “run” again. What was he, nuts? I am not leaving without him.
I quickly turned invisible again and snuck up behind one of the guards that had one of Edward’s arms twisted behind his back. I slammed my fist down between his shoulder blades and watched as he fell back against the wall, mystified as to who hit him. I chuckled silently to myself before moving onto the next guard.
But after I hit the third guard, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, then a powerful blow to the back of my head.
And then the darkness overtook me…
The first thing I noticed was how incredibly uncomfortably I was seated. Then I noticed the voices.
“How long has she been out?” I vaguely recognized this as Thomas’ voice.
“Twenty-one hours, sir.” I didn’t recognize this voice but I assumed it was a guard’s.
“Did you take care of the mate?” Thomas’ voice again.
There was a pause. I realized they were talking about Edward. Then, suddenly, the dungeon memories flooded my mind and I sank in defeat. They must have got me.
“Um, no sir—he got away.”
Edward got away? Yes! Except now I was stuck. I vaguely remembered that my eyes were still closed. I cracked them open.
We were in a room I hadn’t been in before, but it was decked out in the same medieval décor that the entire mansion was decked in. I was surprised there wasn’t a throne. Thomas sat at a desk in the corner, his eyes furious as he listened to the guard. I was in the corner, my legs and arms bound in some unrecognizable metal.
“YOU DID WHAT?!” Thomas exclaimed, jumping up and sending the chair he had been sitting on flying backwards.
“Well, uh, sir—after you left with her” He nodded in my direction. “—the rest of his family came to his aid and we only had ten men…they, uh, all got away…” The guard looked down at the floor, an embarrassed look crossing his face. Thomas’ face turned pink and he slammed his fist down on the desk, the wood splitting under his touch.
“ALL OF THEM?? YOU…” And Thomas’ colorful vocabulary took it’s course, a stream of curses pouring out of his mouth. I grimaced at the rage and rancor that emanated from him, causing me to feel the same.
Thomas finally looked over at me, and he immediately composed his expression.
“It looks like sleeping beauty is finally awake…” He strode towards me, lifting my chin with his finger. “And in good condition too…except for that terrible bump on your head.” He laughed darkly and yanked me up by my forearms, ignoring the groan of my dormant muscles.
“Don’t try anything funny now, you hear me? You are to help me vanquish the Volturi once and for all.”
He pushed me toward some steps, growling as I dragged my feet. I tried to speak, but my throat was dry.
Finally I managed: “I will not do any such thing!” And I stared hard at Thomas.
Untie these chains.
Thomas, zapped in mind-control, started to bend towards my chains before shaking his head.
“You little…” His face contorted with fury as he realized what I had done and he slapped me. “Don’t you dare try any of that funky stuff with me. I’m warning you…” I stiffened at his harsh tone and he continued to drag me up the stairs. At the top was a round room with nothing inside. No windows, no furniture, just a bale of hay. Thomas pushed me inside.
“Sleep well…” Thomas chuckled darkly before shutting the thick metal door.