Warning this is my first try at a dark theme. This story will be slightly unnerving to some; it will NOT contain rape scenes! But it will discuss slavery and abuse. It will get lighter in later chapters.
When the Missing Come Home
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FOUND HER? WHERE?" Is this for real? I had just about given up that we would ever find her body.
"We found her Chief Swan, she's ALIVE! We found Isabella, she was being held there with two other women in the mountains to the north. It really was an unexpected turn to our warrant for a drug search on a local farm." Alive? She had really survived the last ten years?
"How soon before they bring her in? Is she alright?"
"They're loading the ambulances now, so they should be there in half an hour. She's in rough shape, they all are…" What did they do to my baby!
"Who are the other two?"
"They are Stella Nichols from Mason County and Bree Tanner from Seattle."
When I hung up the phone I still was in shock that my only baby girl was still alive. After she first was abducted from my backyard ten years ago, the whole town went crazy, search parties were held, then after a while, they turned into candlelight vigils and finally, we held a memorial service on the one year anniversary of her disappearance. I haven't spoken with Renee since then, she blamed me for Isabella's abduction. Our lawyers handled the divorce, so I wasn't even sure if I could find her now. I did know one thing; I could not sit at my desk and wait so I grabbed my keys, gun, threw on my coat and headed for the hospital. I wanted to be there when she arrived. She was coming home.
Apparently, I was not the only one who had the same thought because when I arrived so had the media, along with half the town. Boy, big news does travel fast in a small town. Not that I expected anything less, but I had thought they would wait until they were actually brought in.
"Doctor Cullen are you ready for them?"
"Yes Chief Swan, don't worry, we are ready for them and Isabella will be in my hands alone. I will ensure she is returned to you as soon as possible, and Charlie, call my Carlisle," I took a deep shaky breath still trying to settle my nerves. Why was I so nervous?
"Right, thanks Carlisle," he clapped my shoulder while he shot me his famous smile and I do mean famous, all the women at the hospital compliment him on it.
I instructed my men to open a lane free of people and reporters so they could bring them in quickly and without the harassment of onlookers. I heard the sirens echoing through the streets as they approached. Unfortunately, so did everyone else which caused a frenzy to start as they all wanted a peek at the girls.
The first ambulance was rushed by the film crews trying to be the first to get a picture of them. When we had finally cleared enough room for the gurney to be pulled out, I winced looking at the light brunette haired girl with flat brown eyes; she looked like she had been through a war zone for Pete's sake. She could not have been more than sixteen. She was cover in scratches and scares and was wearing just the sheet the paramedics had wrapped protectively around her. She was shaking terribly because she so scared.
The second ambulance brought in a redheaded young woman with ice blue eyes, who looked barely twenty. Her condition was much like the first one, protected again in nothing but a sheet.
Finally the last ambulance pulled up, I held my breath when the doors opened to reveal a fear-stricken Isabella. I would know those beautiful brown eyes anywhere, she looked just like the aged sketch I had had made of her. Like the other two, she was shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. When her eyes landed on me, I knew she remembered me, but after a brief second, she lowered them down as if she was ashamed of what had become of her.
"Isabella, can you hear me? My name is Doctor Cullen. I am here to take care of you now, do you understand?" She sighed and nodded.
He reached over to take her hand and at first she flinched, but then allowed him to continue. However, when I tried, she pulled away and slid her hand under the sheet. Does she blame me for what happened? Could she possibly think I did not try to find her?
"Isabella, I need to examine you. Do you want your father to stay with you?" Watching her vigorously shaking her head with her eyes opened wide, I knew she did not want me to be here with her.
"It's okay Isabella, I'm just going to check on the others. I'll be right outside if you need me," I ducked out before she had a chance to see the tears that were welling up in my eyes.
"Okay Mark, fill me in. I want all the details."
"I can't explain it Chief, I have never seen anything like it. When we broke down the door the three girls were naked on their knees by the door and they did not move the whole time we searched the place. I recognized Isabella from the sketch. It was weird; she looked like she didn't recognize her own name."
"Did she tell you anything about what happened? Whose farm it is?" I needed answers to unravel this mystery.
"It was abandoned so the last owner is deceased, as for what happened there, your guess is as good as mine. The girls wouldn't talk to us."
It was scary being dragged away from the only home I can remember. Every time one of them touched me, all I could think was my Master was not going to be happy about it. I knew even though they came after us, we would be the ones who paid the price.
I briefly recognized one of them, but I could not place where or when I had seen him before. Oh, well it really does not matter because when the Master comes for me, he will be gone as quickly as he came. When everyone started yelling my name, I didn't know who to look at first, it was frightening.
"Isabella, can you hear me? My name is Doctor Cullen. I am here to take care of you now, do you understand?" I sighed and nodded.
I understood completely when he touched me. He was like the Master. I was his now, but why had my Master left me to him? Did my blood not taste sweet to him anymore?
"Isabella, I need to examine you. Do you want your father to stay with you?" My father? Why would I want him to watch me be examined? Was I to be passed around? He was not even like my Master, he was like me. We were food to the Master.
The minute he left, I crawled off the bed and got on my knees just like the Master had taught me.
"NO! Isabella, back into the bed, why would you do that?"
I was confused; did he not just say he was going to examine me? That was always how we stayed for the Master to examine us. I would have to pay better attention to what this Master wanted me to do. I stayed perfectly still while he ran his hands gently over me. Like the Master, his touch was ice cold. That was something I was used to feeling.
"Can you tell me what happened to you?" Didn't he already know?
"Isabella can you speak to me please?"
"Yes…Master," I did not understand why looked at me as if I hit him or something.
"Isabella, I am not your Master, you are free now. Do you understand?" What did he mean? Maybe, he did not like the way I smelled. Was I not good enough for him?
It only got worse when a woman started forcing clothes on me. What was she doing that for? The Master said we did not need clothes. They would just get messy when he fed from us anyways. Finally, I was placed in a room by myself, but that only made me lonely, I missed Stella and Bree. I missed my home.
I must have fallen asleep soon after that because the next thing I felt was a cold hand caressing my arm. I opened my eyes to see a new beautiful Master, like the last one, he had eyes of liquid gold. They were much prettier than the blood red ones of my first Master. He never said anything, he just watched me until I fell asleep again.
'God, I just want to go home,' was the last thought I had before falling asleep.
A/N okay folks, it's that time again let me know what you think of my first dark story. If you don't review how will I know?
Remember: I am not Edward and I can't read your minds. No trash talk, it's okay if you didn't like it but you don't need to kill the messenger!