Lacuna ¹

54

"You said you would give me back my mom in exchange for her!"

Amélie winced at the loud voice. Her eyes fluttered open after what felt like a years long sleep. Her head was pounding, and her eyes were blurry. She could hear broken words through ringing ears. Her body was bound by ropes to an old rickety chair that sat in the middle of the ballet studio. It - thankfully - didn't take long for her eyes to clear, she tilted her head around to see where she was. Realising she was in a ballet studio, a large one, the arches were similar to the arches that Alice had drawn in her vision, she couldn't help but furrow her brows until she saw the familiar shadows of Bella and James. Her eyes soon widened as all her memories came rushing back, and she tried not to make a sound.

"I never said that," James grinned wickedly, stalking closer to her. "I said if you bring the girl here, you might get your mom back."

"That is practically the same thing!" Bella shouted at him, taking a few steps away as she began to get frustrated with the nomad. "Just give me my mom!"

James couldn't help but grin wider. The sound of Bella's mother voice started to call out for her 'Bella! Bella, where are you?' It repeated those words. Amélie couldn't help but gasp softly, it was a trap. Bella went straight to the end of the large ballet studio where a large wardrobe was located, she swung the doors open, expecting her mother to be in there, instead she was greeted with an old television playing an old tape of when Bella was little. Bella's eyes widened as everything finally pieced itself together.

"M-my mom was never here," She whispered in realisation.

"You really made it too easy," James chuckled, nearing her threatening until he stood right in front of her, his hand reached out and began to run through her hair harshly, tugging at it but for her gripped her chin harshly with his fingers, holding her in place. "But to make it a little more interesting, let's make a little video, shall we?". He flipped open the camera, pressing record. "And..action."

Bella scoffed, pointing towards Amélie on the old chair. "What about her? She's here too!"

"I didn't bring her here for the purpose you are here for," he grinned, pushing the camera closer to her face, getting a better view of the anger displayed on her face. James could only laugh. "Oh... how this will break Edwards heart...and his and only his... after all no one else in the Cullen family like you..do they?"

"They do!" Bella retaliated, still shouting.

"No, they don't!" James laughed. "Where are they now? Huh?"

"On their way to save me!" She nodded as if that was the only answer.

James couldn't help but laugh louder. "No, no, Ms. Swan... they are on their way to save Amélie..not you. She is a mate, after all. You? A measly blood singer."

"Liar!" She shouted as she raised her hand to spray him in the face with the pepper spray Charlie had given her and Amélie for defence. After she sprayed him, she ran as fast as she could towards the doors of the ballet studio, running to freedom, leaving Amélie behind, as she always did.

James snarled, running after her with his vampire speed. It was easy for him to catch up to her. He was soon standing in front of her with a vicious look in his eye. Bella couldn't help but gasp in shock as if she forgot that he was a vampire with these abilities. Grabbing her by the throat, he snarled before throwing her towards a large marble pillar. Her head hit the hard pillar with force, causing her to bleed. She pressed he hand into the wound, as she let out a loud cry of pain. She wriggled around on the floor, unable to move. James sniffed the air, taking in the beautiful aroma of the bloodsingers crimson red blood. He stalked closer to her, like a predator stalking its prey.