Heartache

Bella

The vision lifted. “Edward!” I screamed as I sat straight up, clutching my blanket to my chest, while my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. I looked around, my eyes moving quickly over every inch of the room I was in. I wasn’t in my assigned room, which only added to my anxiety. Edward was going to kill. He–I sank back in the bed, my heart skipping a few beats as my chest tightened painfully. Oh, God. Edward. I was dreaming about Edward. What in the hell was wrong with me? I shouldn't feel bad for the monster that has imprisoned me, but I do.

My heart aches for him. Ara and him were married and so much in love. Love…something I have never experienced but can imagine how painful it must be to lose. Was their deaths what made him into The Beast? Why wasn't his father happy for his son? So what if she wasn't royalty, why should it matter? A noise just outside of the room spooked me. I jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room. I had to get back to my room before Edward realized I disobeyed a direct order. I was only ever to leave my room to serve him.

However, the moment I ran out of the room, I froze. Oh, God. I was in the adjoining room to Edward’s. My heart sped up so much that I got dizzy as I struggled to breathe. I was going to die. He was going to kill me. If last night told me anything, it was that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. I hurried out of the room to the kitchen. Maybe if I was on my best behavior, he would spare me, because I couldn't explain how I ended up in his chambers. All I remember was him biting my neck. My hand flew to my neck, but there was no wound and no pain.

When I made it to the kitchen, the chef eyed me curiously. “Bella, what are you doing here?” He asked.

“I need to take Edward breakfast. Please, give it to me,” I told him.

“He was already presented with his breakfast. He–” Oh, God. This day can't get any worse. You can't die multiple times in one day, can you? I raced to the dining hall. Maybe if I begged for mercy, he would–I skidded to a halt just inside the door to see Edward shoveling grits into his mouth. His nostrils flared before his head whipped around to stare at me.

I wrung my hands together as I rushed forward to throw myself to the floor in front of him. “King Edward, I am so sorry. I won’t be late again. Please, spare me. I–”

“Bella, enough of this,” he said as he reached down to pull me to my feet. He searched my face for a moment before pulling me onto his lap with his arm around my waist. I stared at him not sure where the tenderness that I was feeling had come from. He brushed my hair off my neck before tilting my head to kiss the tender skin there and gently sinking his teeth into me. I uttered a small moan as I helplessly relaxed against him. I had to be dreaming, but yet I knew that I wasn't. I began to feel little spurts of pleasure move through me as he continued to drink. I started to drift off, and all I could think was: What was going on? And why now? Something has clearly changed.