The Purge: A twilight reimagine

Chapter 2

IM sorry I completly spaced publishing this chapter since I know I said on Monday I would publish chapter 2. I want to say that this chapter wouldn't be possible without my friend Tom, who took time out of her day to help me with this chapter. She is also the reason this chapter is so long (LOL), but I love it. I've been struggling with what direction this story should take and with what will happen next. Enough talking from me; enjoy this chapter! I do have more to say, but that can wait until the end of the chapter.

Trigger warning has mentions of SA though not at graphic but just a warning for you guys

Bella's Pov

The sirens start blasting in the streets, marking the beginning of tonight's purge. I could already hear the smashing of windows, making me realize I couldn't stay here on the steps looking like easy prey. I bolted for the alleyway a little ways from my house, knowing I had a hiding spot where I could hopefully stay for the entire night and not run into anyone. I was close to making it into the alleyway, brushing against the building and boarding the alleyway. I was in such a panic that I didn't notice an arm snake out from a dark corner and grasp at my hair, making sure they had a good grip. "Not so fast, little girl!" someone says in a mocking, shrill tone as my hair is pulled tighter against my scalp. This is it. I'm done for. Why me of all people? I cry out and try to get a grip on the hand yanking on my hair. They laugh and give it a hard pull, knocking me off balance.

Now that I am facing more toward them, I can see she is a woman who looks to be a couple of years older than me, maybe in her mid-20s. Her face is contorted, she is laughing with a crazed look in her eyes, and her pale, almost white blonde hair falls straight past her shoulders. She starts dragging me across the street towards a guy waiting for her. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and her nails dig into my scalp, making it impossible to get out of her grip. The man she dragged me towards had terrifying eyes; they seemed to hold horrible secrets that only craved bloodshed. "Look what I have here, A! This little girl was trying to hide before I grabbed her." Is A supposed to be a code name or something? To make sure they aren't identified if someone gets away from them.

I tried to get a good look at the man in front of me; half of his face was badly scarred, while the other half sagged, making his cheek tug just past his chin. The way he looked frightened me and made me turn my face away. "Good job, J. You did well. She looks rather tasty, don't you agree?" I shiver, trying to keep my eyes shut, not wanting to see this while knowing death is waiting. The woman's giggles fill my ears as she presses her lips against them. "I thought we could share her before we kill her." Share me? What? Are they cannibals? Bloodsuckers? Goosebumps start forming on my body. What does she mean? It doesn't take long before my question is answered. The woman, J, pins me to the ground, urging the man, A, to get on top of me. Half of A's face lifts in a smirk at me, while the other half just stays put. As he gets on top of me, my body starts to shake, and my stomach flips, making me queasy.

I can't believe how disgusting these people are; they're sick and demented! The man drags this tongue up my neck, his rough skin scraping against mine as it almost sticks, making it feel like my neck is being scrubbed with sandpaper. The sound of my shirt ripping made my eyes snap open in panic as the cold air flushed against my bare skin. My buttons fly somewhere to my right. I flinch and pull my arms to try to get loose but to no avail. I closed my eyes again, too terrified to watch what was going to happen. The woman's giggle reappears in my ear as she joins him and bites down hard on my left ear, her tongue lapping up the blood that starts to swell. With both of them on me, I couldn't move, even as I tried to thrash them off me. Only seconds felt like hours when A's hand started on my chest and raced down my stomach. His rough fingers reach for my jeans' button and start to undo it. I don't believe in God, but I pray for this to end. "Stop, please don't do this!" I yell through stifled sobs. A heavy hand clamps down on my mouth, not caring to leave me room to breathe. My chest aches more as desperation and panic force their way up, and I feel my air supply depleting. Please, someone just save me!

BANG!BANG!

My ears ring and my head aches as two loud gunshots are fired nearby. The pressure on my body becomes heavier as the man goes completely limp on top of me. The hand that covered my mouth loosened enough for me to pull away and gasp for air. my lungs burning from the cold air rushing into my body. Opening my eyes, I saw red pouring from the back of the man, and my ears rang again when I heard a scream. My scream. Not knowing what to do, I desperately tried to get the dead body off of me; his weight was crushing me. My vision was becoming hazy with the panic attack rising, making it hard to breathe again. I could see a figure in my peripheral vision getting closer and reaching their arms out to me. I try my best to wriggle out of reach, but I am still pinned down. They pause for a moment nearby, and a second later they push the body off of me. A pale hand comes into view, leading up to a face I could only describe as perfect. My prayer was answered, and God sent down an angel. His face was sculpted with a sharp jaw, wild-tossed bed hair that was bronze with touches of red, and emerald green eyes that pierced right into me. As I tried to calm down, it took me a moment to notice my savior had a gun in his hand, breaking my delusion of the angel who saved me. Is he going to kill me like he did to them or just let me go? A million ways it could go bad were traveling their way into my mind.

He didn't say anything to me but threw a jacket around my shoulders. He turned and started walking back to what I now noticed was his car, parked in the middle of the road. I didn't know what compelled me to speak, but the thought of having nowhere to go made me think he was the safest option I had. "Take me with you." I blurted it out toward his back. He paused mid-stride, tilting his head back in thought. "Why should I?" I take a step towards him and say, "I have no other place to go." Something must have shown on my face for him to look torn, but with gunshots echoing in the distance, he didn't have much time. I hear him muttering to himself for a quick second, then he signs, "Get in and hurry before I change my mind." Not wanting him to regret agreeing, I scrambled, trying to get up and in the car as quickly as I could. The gunshots sounded closer to us, making the man uneasy. With both of us inside, the car lurches forward, going as fast as it can down the street. Maybe this wasn't the best idea for me; he could just plan to kill me later, but it was too late to go back, and I just hope this choice doesn't get me killed.

? pov

Suddenly, the night has become more exciting. There was a deafening laugh coming from the phone. "He's got her?" said the man on the line. I knew he was very pleased with the change from the original plan "It is perfect, better than I hoped for, two for the price of one." "Follow them and see if you can find out what he is planning and his use of that girl, and make sure what happened earlier doesn't happen again. I need her to be pure for tonight." I look at my partner, and he is grinning like he just won the lottery or something, though I get the sentiment of how important the young man is to our boss. "Consider it done, sir."