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I Need You to Love Me

A penny for your thoughts… A picture so it lasts… Let's knock down the walls of immortality Your fingers on my skin… only you can hear my fear… only you can help me heal… i see forever with you here. It's never enough, no matter how many times I try to tell you this is love. If tomorrow never comes, I want you to know right now that I'm gonna love you until the day. I'm gonna love you like it's the last night on Earth. And though I'm undeserving, I need you to love me.

All of this belongs to the great stephenie meyer. I am just playing with her fun toys.

6. Chapter 6

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Chapter Six-

All of the vampires stood in shock. They were all immune to the screams of the pathetic creatures crying out in agony during feedings. But, to hear one suddenly scream like a banshee for no reason- within the confines of their own fortress no less- took them all off kilter. A second after Gia’s screams began, all heads snapped to look at Alec.

The observing boy did not notice it. He was too busy staring at the corridor that carried those eerie screams. He swore that his head heart actually beat again- only to lurch and freeze. Even when dying, he had never heard a human to sound so terrified. Nor had he ever heard such pain- not from humans, not from his or Jane’s victims.

Not even waiting to be dismissed, he took off running. His thoughts blazed at a mile a minute. Jane had been with him in the throne room. Even she was too smart to let a petty grudge cloud her senses. She would not punish a prospect favored by Aro. He remembered those vile humans. There was no way that three human females could sneak into the Volturi castle and harm Gia. There was no way that they would know where she was. Could it have been her friends? But then what friends would they have been?

Dreams! How could he have forgotten? The memories that had been brought from her memory that day! They still would weigh heavy on her subconscious. He burst into her room. Gia lay on the bed, writhing. Sweat drenched her body, filling the room with a salty smell. Her eyes were pressed tightly together. Her arms covered her chest. Her hands clenched on to her shoulders so tightly that her hands were white.

“Gia!” he rushed over to her. He seized her shoulders and gently shook her, “Gia! Wake up! It’s just a dream! It’s just a dream!”

Gia thrashed about. She struck him several times. Her blows bounced off of him like paper on stone, only hurting herself in the process. Gradually, her hits became harder and harder. He heard the bones crack in her hands as her screams grew louder and louder.

“GIA!” he yelled frantically. He seized her arms and pinned them in between their bodies. Her navy eyes snapped open. They were already tear-filled. She screamed again. Quickly, she gathered her wits, realizing where she was and who was holding her.

“Alec,” she sobbed. She turned her head into his chest for the hundredth time that day and cried. His shirt was sticky and salty from all of her shed tears. He did not care about pristine for once. He concentrated on the sobbing creature in his arms- the only human he had ever even thought to care about.

“It’s all right, Gia. You’re safe now. I’m here,” he whispered in her ear, acutely aware of how many of his coven were standing in the room. Heidi looked on with revered sweetness. She had always known it! Marcus surveyed the scene with great interest. His youngest vampire clung to the human much like the Cullen boy did to his love. The bond between the two was weak- very very very weak. Still, he held her like it was the last night on earth. The Great Historian himself was thrilled. A friendship between the two would ease her transition from human to vampire. Jane could only stare.

Grinning with pleasure, Aro strode forward. He did not have the slightest clue as to why the girl was screaming. He hoped that it was not something one of his coven had done to her. Alec still held her protectively as she cried. The young vampire looked at his master warily. Aro arched an eyebrow. Both new that Alec could not deny the master what he wanted- even if he wanted to. Gingerly so as to not disrupt her, Aro placed a finger on her shoulder and opened his mind…

It was bitterly cold, the wind biting at her exposed skin, tearing at her hair. She backed up slowly, fear permeating from her navy eyes. She turned suddenly and ran. She could hear her pursuer behind her. His breathing was heavy and labored, not like hers. She caught her leg on the wheel of a moped and fell to the ground, twisting her ankle. Useless, she thought. Just like the heroines in movies. She stood up and kept moving, ignoring the blossoming pain in her ankle. She only knew that she had to keep going.

She was almost to the corner when a strong hand grabbed her wrist. Without so much as a grunt, her attacker flung her around into the alleyway once more. Gia yanked her arm free of his grasp and ran, searching for anything that could be used as a weapon, for anything that could help her escape. On the ground were shards of glass, fragments of a broken windshield. She picked up the largest one, which was barely nineteen centimeters. Two hands grabbed her shoulders and spun her around.

She faced a devilishly handsome man. His pugnacious eyes glared down on her, glimmering with triumph. Resolutely, she yanked up as hard as she could, slicing his face. The boy in front of her howled in pain.

“You bitch,” he yelled, slapping her face. Gia’s head swerved and hit the cement wall behind her. Her head felt like it had exploded. She saw stars. It hurt to think. Slowly, Scipio walked toward her. In one last attempt, she shoved against him with all of her might. He stumbled back- but only about a step. Gia slumped against the wall, unaware of her attacker’s close, haunting presence.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” he asked in a low, ragged voice. He slowly walked toward her, obviously enjoying himself immensely. “No where to run? Nothing else to fight with?” He laughed mercilessly as he stopped in front of her. He stood there for a moment, doing nothing. And then, he suddenly grabbed her by the arms, pinning her effectively. She tried to scream, but he forced his mouth onto hers, his tongue pushing her lips open.

She tried to fight against him, but there was only so much that a petite girl like herself could do. She bit down hard on the tongue that had invaded her mouth and jerked her mouth away, spitting his blood out. He growled at the injury and slapped her hard across the face. “You little bitch,” he said.

Still keeping her pinned with one of his large, meaty hands, he yanked off her shirt, throwing it to the ground. Terrified, she began to struggle even more, ignoring the fact that she was half-naked. She knew what was coming next. She only hoped that someone would find her before it got that far.

He used his free hand to knock her back against the wall. Dazed, she struggled to regain consciousness. She screamed as she felt his hand pull down her skirt. She kicked her legs with all her might to prevent the appendage from going any further down. But it was no use; he was too strong, compared to her fragile body. He slapped her again, harder this time.

Her eyes rolling, she felt her muscles turn completely unresponsive to her mind’s commands. She could only mentally shrink back in horror as he forced himself upon her. She felt hot tears force themselves out of her eyes and slide down her cheeks. She almost wished that she wasn’t conscious, so that she’d at least have no memory of this.

“Gia!” she heard someone call. She frowned, and opened her eyes to see who was calling her name. Was someone coming to rescue her?! “Gia, wake up! It’s just a dream!”

Aro reeled back. That was not what he had expected at all. He looked at Gia in a new light. His pallid features were even more ghostly than before. He opened and closed his mouth several times. Nothing he thought of to say seemed appropriate. Finally, he turned on his heels and swept out of the room. The rest of the coven present gave them curious looks but did as their master did. Marcus gave Alec an appraising grin before shutting the door.

In his arms, Gia slowly seemed to become aware of her surroundings.

“Gia!” she heard Alec yell, as she came around to wakefulness again. She looked around wildly, breathing heavily. She was sprawled on the bed, her head in Alec’s chest, him looking down at her, his face pale. She began hyperventilating, terrified after having just relived the nightmare of being raped once again. “Calm down, Gia, please! It was just a dream!”

She sat up quickly, jerking away from him and ran to the bathroom, just barely making it in time before she vomited violently into the toilet. She collapsed on the cold tile floor then, tears falling freely down her face.

“Gia?” she heard Alec ask hesitantly from the door. “Are you all right?”

“Leave me alone,” she said in a broken voice. “I’m fine.”

He stood for a second at the door, and then finally leaned over and flushed the toilet. “I’ll be in here if you need me,” he said quietly, before he walked out of the bathroom again.

She waited until he was gone before allowing her sobs to finally break free from her chest. She just couldn’t contain them anymore. For hours, she laid there on the bathroom floor, sobbing and sobbing. She couldn’t do anything else. She couldn’t move, or talk, or even open her eyes. It just hurt too much.

After what seemed like an eternity, she crawled out of the bathroom and into her room, changing into a pair of sweats and a tank top. She sat down on the floor miserably, playing with a loose thread at the hem of her pants. Her eyes felt swollen from having cried so much, her head ached and her throat was raw. She felt horrible. She’d never been so affected by one of the dreams before.

Normally, she was able to stop the dreams before they ever got that bad. But this time…this time, she’d relived the entire experience from beginning to end. From the running away to the actual act of being raped. She could still feel that man’s lecherous hands on her, the burning pain of being violated and the hurt of being slapped and abused.

That had been the lowest point of her life. She had felt so violated, and robbed of the one virtue that she’d had left. She had never been a good person: she lied (though she wasn’t very good at it), she’d cheated on tests occasionally (not that she needed to) and she’d experimented with smoking, and alcohol. She didn’t do any of those things anymore. The only thing that she’d had to her name was that she had been a virgin. After being raped…she wasn’t even that.

She drew in a deep, rattling breath. She’d tried to tell herself that it wasn’t her fault, that there had been nothing she could have done. But that didn’t make her feel any less worthless. She felt disgusting, as if she’d been dumped into a pile of shit. And it wasn’t just any shit, it was emotional shit. It was the lowest of lows. And the worst part? It was knowing that there was nothing she could do to make herself feel any better.

Suddenly, she felt an arm around her shoulders and a warm presence next to her. She jerked up, looking around. It was Alec, in the same clothes; he looked worried. “Are you gonna be okay?” he asked.

She thought about nodding and lying to him. But she couldn’t do that to him now. Not after remembering all that he’d done for her. So instead of pretending that everything was okay, she just hung her head and started crying again.

He pulled her into his arms and let her cry herself out. She buried her face in his chest and clung to his black shirt; it didn’t seem to matter to him that it was getting soaked in the process. His hands rubbed soothing circles on her back. “It’s okay,” he said comfortingly. “I’m here, and I’m never going to let that happen to you again. You’re safe now.”

She couldn’t say anything in reply; her mouth wouldn’t open. Even if she had tried to speak, it probably wouldn’t have been understandable anyways. After a few minutes, she felt Alec lift her up and carry her over to her bed. He laid her gently on the mattress and then pulled the blankets up over her. Then he sat down beside her, leaning against the headboard with one of her hands wrapped in his. “Just sleep now,” he said softly.

She wiped away the tears that were starting to dry on her cheeks and sniffled. “Do vampires sleep?”

He chuckled. “No, we don’t. But you do. And you need to,” he whispered.

She nodded; in the middle of the motion, it turned abruptly into a huge yawn. Obeying her mind’s pleas for sleep, she closed her eyes. Then, remembering the nightmare, she wrenched them open again. Her eyes searched in the darkness until they found Alec’s, and held them fast. “Don’t leave?” she whispered, begging him to stay.

“I won’t, don’t worry,” he said soothingly. “But you need to sleep.”

She nodded slowly and closed her eyes again. She forced everything else out of her mind, thinking of absolutely nothing. She simply focused on the sounds of Alec’s steady breathing. And that alone was enough to lull her off to sleep.