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Without You

Summary:
Bella is on her own when she finds the clearing. When Laurent finds her there, her werewolf saviors are nowhere to be found. Is Laurent a good guy, or will his bad side overcome him? Thanks a jillion to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the wonderful banner!!! :D


Notes:
So, I had this story on here for a little bit... but then I deleted it. I totally forget why, actually. So, if you've read it already, you don't have to review... until I put up new updates, that is :)


6. Let the Torture Begin

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When we got into Denali, Laurent slowed down considerably. We were in a more populated area, so there was less room to maneuver a vehicle that was going ninety miles-per-hour. Laurent and Irina had stopped talking. It was clear that he was becoming more and more irritated with her as the drive went on.

“Are you awake, Bella?” asked Laurent.

“Yes,” I replied quietly.

“Good. We're here,” he said.

I sat up, cramped from lying across the backseat. I gazed out the window. Laurent was slowly driving down a long lane lined with trees. There was snow everywhere, and it kind of looked like frosting. I laughed, picturing the landscape covered in frosting, but hid it behind a cough. Laurent pulled to a stop as soon as the trees ended.

I gasped. Behind the trees was the most extravagant house. The outside was made of stone, almost like a castle. It gave off that kind of castle vibe, anyway. The windows were huge, opening onto big rooms filled with chic furniture. There were at least three stories. It was the biggest house I'd ever seen. The front door was framed by a huge stone archway. On the left was a detached three-car garage. Laurent pushed a button on the garage remote he held in his hand and the door crept open.

Inside were two identical black cars. I didn't know what they were called. I had no idea how vampires could afford such nice things. It must have had to do with the endless time they had on their hands.

The car rumbled to a stop. Irina hopped out and sauntered out of the garage. Laurent opened my door for me. I got out clumsily, my entire lower body asleep.

“Ready to meet the family?” he asked. I assumed the family was the rest of the Denali clan. They were the ones that the... Cullens had lived with before they moved to Forks. I felt a pang of homesickness as I thought of the home I had abandoned.

“Ready as I'll ever be,” I replied. Laurent put his hand on the small of my back and led me out of the garage up to the front door.

Irina had already gone in, probably before Laurent and I had even gotten out of the car.

Laurent grinned, placing his hand on the door knob. The door stood several feet taller than I did. He pushed it open. Not so much as a creak escaped.

“Oh,” I sighed. The front room could fit my entire house inside it. Laurent nudged me over the threshold and closed the door behind us. The entryway had cream colored tile. There were a few steps down to get to the main floor. In the middle of the room sat an in-ground fountain. The water flowed merrily down the rocks, making soothing splashing noises in the pool at the bottom. The carpet was also cream colored, matching nicely with the black couches and end tables. A fireplace sat on one wall, it crackled comfortingly. There were various archways leading to other branches of the house.

“What do you think?” asked Laurent.

“Wow,” I breathed. He laughed.

“So you are the infamous Bella?” asked a voice. It was male. A man stepped out from one of the arches.

“Eleazar!” exclaimed Laurent. “How have you been?” Laurent glided down the steps and met Eleazar in front of the fountain.

“Wonderful,” said Eleazar. He had black hair, it was rather long. He was tall, almost as tall as Laurent. He stood in a way that said he was the head of the household. “Bella, come sit.”

I obeyed, shuffling down the steps and plopping onto the nearest couch. Laurent sat on one side of me, Eleazar sat on the other.

“So, Bella, I'm Eleazar,” he said, sticking his hand out. I shook it. His skin was hard, cold, not unusual. “I know that you are escaping from Victoria, and I can assure you that you are completely safe here.” He had a strange accent.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

“Where are the rest of you?” asked Laurent.

“Oh, Katrina and Carmen are shopping,” he said, waving his hand. “They never stop. We might have to buy a second house just to fit all their possessions.” I couldn't imagine all the things they'd need to buy to fill up the house I was in, let alone another one.

“I remember when they dragged me along on one of their little outings. They called me 'bag boy' for at least a month after that,” laughed Laurent. “I'm never going again, I can tell you that much.”

I felt awkward sitting in between them. They were chatting like old friends, and I didn't really have any idea what they were talking about.

“How are you and Carmen getting along lately?” asked Laurent.

“Magnificently,” answered Eleazar. “The other day she told me she wanted to have another wedding. She just wants another dress, I bet.”

“I heard that,” interjected someone. The front door was open and there were two women standing in the doorway.

“Carmen, have I told you how beautiful you look today?” asked Eleazar.

Carmen dropped her bags in the entryway, not buying Eleazar's little attempt at flattery.

“I'd just like to inform you that I want another wedding because I'd get to pick out the bridesmaid's dresses, not mine,” said Carmen, raising an eyebrow. Her voice was a little deeper than Irina's. It was smooth, and she had the same accent as Eleazar. I wondered where they were from.

“Spain,” answered the other woman. My mouth dropped open. I remembered what... they said about the one named Katrina. She was gifted like... like he was. I assumed that she was Katrina.

“Oh,” I murmured.

“Yes, Carmen and I are originally from Spain,” said Eleazar, not phased at all by Katrina's interruption. “And if you have any other questions, please, feel free to ask.”

Eleazar got up and offered me his hand. I thought for a second before taking it. I hardly knew him, but he seemed trustworthy enough. He led me to the steps.

“Bella, this is Carmen.” He gestured to the one who spoke first. She had chocolate colored hair and stood almost as tall as Eleazar did. She stood with what only could be described as confidence.

“Hello, Bella,” said Carmen, kissing me on both cheeks. I tried to keep the surprise off of my face. “Welcome to our home.”

“This is Katrina,” said Eleazar, shifting me towards the other woman.

“Call me Kate,” she said.

It was quiet then. I could feel the both of them scanning me over. I felt so self conscious.

“I think... I think we need to go shopping,” said Carmen.

If there was one thing I did not want to do at that point, it was shopping.

“I agree,” said Kate, grinning wickedly.

“Shopping? I'm coming!” exclaimed Irina, bustling in from another room. They were in the door less than five minutes and already wanted to go shopping again.

I looked to Laurent, eyes wide. He was lounging on the couch. He frowned apologetically, and I realized there was nothing he could say to change their minds. I sighed.

Carmen took one of my hands, Kate took the other. They led me out of the house without another word. There was not a thing I could do to escape my shopping trip. Let the torture begin.