Her Ruby Eyes

Chapter 11

Isabella glared down at the Hewitts, arms crossed. They were all present in the throne room. She took note of her bonds with her twins before taking a deep unneeded breath.

"So...what should I do with you now?" She asked, pacing back and forth in front of them slowly. Her bright ruby eyes seemed as if they were gaping into their soul. The depth of the knowledge and calculating power she held in her very being. The silence was deafening. Her boots barely making a sound as she walked passed each human in front of her. Smiling sharply , she turned to stare at the wall, hands clamped behind her back. "As a matter of fact I should kill you all right here and now." Out of the corner of her eye, she watched with amusement as they stiffened. "Since you're the only people outside of my state that know of my kind as of now. I know you know we are inhuman. You know that with just a swipe of my hand," She bent down in front of Luda Mae who was shaking silently, grasping her chin and forcing her to look into her eyes. "I can behead you from where you are. With you and your family's history, I suppose that I can let you leave, since you are doing it for survival but at the same time I won't. Since you've decided to kill and eat children as well, I will take matters in my and my family's hand." She let Luda Mae's head go and let out a low whistle. Mike teleported next to Isabella with a curious look.

"Are the children stable?" She asked concernly. Mike nodded and held out the clipboard he kept with him.

"Yes they are fine. Bandaged up, conscious, and frightened but fine nonetheless. Envy hasn't left Wrath's side yet.

"I want you to bring them to me. This is their matter to and I want their opinions on this." She asked. Mika nodded and disappeared again and she looked at Rosalie worriedly. She was being held back by Emmett, growling softly, as she glared viciously at the Hewitts. "Rosalie."

Rosalie's black eyes flickered to hers and She waved the angry vampiress forward. Emmett cautiously let his wife and mate go, watching her dart to Isabella. Isabella herself gently grabbed Rosalie's hand and squeezed gently. "I want you to help me keep the children calm. Can you help me with this? They may be well into their teens but they are children nonetheless and they really need us. I ask you to please try and calm the rage you are feeling because they will get their punishment."

Rosalie breathed in, held the air in her dead lungs and let out a deep exhale, nodding slightly. "I will try to hold it."

Isabella nodded approvingly. The elevator dinged and heads turned to watch the bandaged teens file in with apprehension. Three that were on the hook were being pushed by wheelchairs. Two females and one male. The one Isabella found strapped to the table was walking closely by the brunette that was seated in the wheelchair. And the two she found shivering in the freezer were being carried by their nurses in thermal blankets. Some started whimpering as soon as they saw the cannibalistic family, the rest started crying. Isabella and Rosalie met up with them. The light brown eye boy looked at her with recognition and limped forward faster. She smiled and held out her arms, drawing him in a hug.

"I haven't thanked you enough have I?" He asked, she giggled and pulled back.

"You don't have to, you and the others are worth it." She fingered his bandaged head lightly. "And do not be scared because my family and I won't let them near you." She called out to the other teens. They stared at her with gratitude and relief. Her smile became warmer and she led them to the thrones. The nurses sat the ones they had in their arms on the smaller thrones. She led the boy to his seat on her very own thrown and the wheelchairs were sat in front of the thrones. Rosalie tended to one of them. She watched as Charlotte, Vicky and Maria flit towards the others.

She cleared her throat and silenced the whispers that were going on the room. They were looking at Thomas who was now wildly trying to break through his confines with grunts and growls. The hairs on her neck stood on end and she leaned forward, a low snarl booming from her chest and she bared her fangs at him. When he flinched back and ceased, she stood back up straight and pushed the hair that had fallen in her face back.