Chapter 4: Interview with the Vampire

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James carried his prey effortlessly, not that Bella was the least bit resistant. They made the miles vanish, James all the while using every trick in his repertoire to throw any pursuers off the scent. The expert was not only adept at tracking, but at covering his own tracks as well.

Bella hadn't eaten, nor slept now for more than 24 hours, their only pauses when she had to heed nature's call. Finally, they came to an abandoned home situated in a tangle of trees and shrubs, tucked away in the forest. The surroundings were lush and green, and if she had to guess, Bella would say they were back in Washington State.

The house was furnished, surprisingly enough. James seemed to have a taste for the finer things in life. He probably snatched all this right out from under the very noses of the store managers No doubt it was as if a blur sailed past each one, their eyes deceiving them. It was impossible to move such massive pieces of furniture. In their minds, there could be no explanation for the disappearances, but Bella knew better now that she'd become part of the supernatural scene.

Her captor eased her down to an overstuffed sofa. The red-haired, female vampire appeared a second later.

"What is she doing here? You bringing stray humans home with you now?"

Gesturing to Bella, James hooted, "Nah, just this one. You got a problem with that?"

"As a matter of fact I do. We'll have to feed her, clothe her and keep her clean."

"Not for long."

"Why the hell don't you just suck her dry right now, and dispense with all the responsibility?"

"And why don't you just keep your trap shut?"

James looked his mate up and down, snickering. "Ha, I see it all now. You're jealous, aren't you, Victoria?"

"Jealous, of a mere human? Don't make me laugh."

"Not to worry, I won't. In the meantime, go to McDonalds, and bring my guest here, a hamburger, French fries and a coke."

"Why don't you do it?"

"Because sweetie-pie, someone has to watch her. I kidnapped this little human, so that someone should be me. Besides, I don't trust you. You'll drain her herself, and I won't even get a measly sip."

With a toss of her head, Victoria's wild, red tresses swirled about her face like an animated Medusa. "I don't like this one bit, James."

"I don't give a damn what you like. Now get moving, and bring the girl something to eat, will ya?"

Glaring at him, Victoria left, and James immediately sat next to his prisoner. "Well, I guess I told her, huh? Can you believe what she said? She'd let you starve, and I can't have that. You'll be juicier with a full belly. Can't stand dehydrated humans. The blood gets thick and gummy. It sits in your gut like a cannon ball."

Bella said nothing, just sat there, hands in her lap, staring at him. He was beautiful, she had to admit—sandy hair, sensual lips, chiseled features—but those ebony eyes ... She wondered if at one time, they had been a pale blue. The thought entered her mind that she might even have found him attractive if she didn't fear for her life.

James jostled her with his elbow. "So, Bella, tell me about yourself."

"What for? All you need to know is I'm your next meal."

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