Kidnapped by Him

Chapter 13

Belle's POV

My breath catches as I see Damien. Holy crap I didn't expect to see him. Wait... he lives right next door to me. Who's house is this?

I push those thoughts aside as I tackle him into a hug sobbing into his shoulder gripping his shirt in my hands as he holds me.

"H-h- how is this possible?!?! Oh my god Damien I missed you!" I cry out holding him tighter. He chuckles.

"Come on belle calm down and come inside there is someone else who wants to see you." Damien replies.

I look up wiping away my tears the best I can with my hands.

"There is?" I ask looking into his eyes. He smiles nodding for me to come in. I carefully step inside and I see Alex. That familiar shy smile and black eyes. His brown shaggy hair.

I limp over to him hugging him right as if he was about to be ripped away from me. I can't help as I cry more in joy.

"This can't be happening," I whisper into his chest. He looks down at me bring my hand to his cheek looking into my eyes.

"Oh it's very real belle and it's happening," he says smiling at me. I smile back laughing. I hug him one more time then turn around to McCoy hugging him again.

"Thank you," I whisper into his ear. He nods and looks over to Damien and Alex.

"Umm belle we have something to tell you," Alex utters out looking down. I let go of McCoy and face them.

"What is it?," I question. They look to each other nervously then look at me.

"McCoy isn't the only vampire in this room." They say in unison.

"Wait wha-," I get out before I feel my knees give out, but McCoy catches me from behind. I put a hand to my head and I feel immense heat.

"I really, really, really, really don't feel good," I mumble out my eyes nearly closing. McCoy picks me up into his arms and my head lays back and I look up at the ceiling drawing the patterns of white with my hand.

"She needs some rest guys. One of you go get Anabella she's in the car." McCoy says as he carries me up the stairs.

" You okay belle?" McCoy questions looking down at me worriedly. I smile holding my thumb up.

"Haha never better," I say still looking up at the moving ceiling. He opens a door and lays me on the bed in there. Then he shuts the shades tightly making the room completely dark.

He gets in next to me kissing my forehead and pushing hair away from my face. I keep the blankets off of me only wearing my underwear and his shirt. I felt so hot it was irritating.

Soon I fall asleep as McCoy plays with my hair and I can no longer meet his eyes when darkness takes over.

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I wake up still in darkness. I stretch my arm out next to me on the bed to find it's empty. My dirty clothes are now clean and neatly folded on the chair with a new pair of underwear.

Sleepily I get up limping over to the bathroom and running the hot water. I lazily take off his shirt and my old underwear leaving them in a pile on the ground.

I step under the spray and stand there. My body feels so shut down and I just feel brain dead. So I sit down the hot water scorching my back. I put my head on my knees as the water wets my hair making it heavy.

Water drips from my hair to my face waking me up more. I stand back up leaning on my good foot. I wash my hair with the men's two in one then wash my body. I use whoever has this razor in here to shave.