Chapter 4: Vacation

I sat on the large bed and stared out the window as the words of the vampire king rang through my head.

After sending his guards to find the Cullens Aro had set his red eyes on me as he contemplated what to do with me. I was sure he and his brothers would agree that it would be best to kill me, but the kings just stared.

''We must keep her alive, Aro. You know this.''

I nearly jumped from Caius' words, They had my eyes widening with surprise.

I gaped at him before flickering my eyes to the two other kings that seemed a bit annoyed by Caius. Maybe they disagreed with him and wanted me dead.

''Why do I need to be alive?''

Aro offered me an almost sad smile as he let out a sigh. He stood up from his throne and gracefully glided toward me.

''We simply do,'' he said as he stopped in front of me.

His short answer didn't satisfy my curiosity at all and it left me feeling frustrated, but relieved. They needed me alive for some unknown reason ad maybe in that time I had I would be able to convince them to allow me to go home.

''And that was not what I meant,'' he said at he threw a glare at his brother.

Turning his attention back to me he smiled.

''I have a gift, by touching someone I can see their memories.''

So that was how he knew what had happened in the jet. He had seen it in Laurent's memories. It reminded me a lot of Edward's gift.

''May I?" He asked as he held out his hand.

I had to admit, Aro was good at making a person feel comfortable. From the way he spoke, he made it sound like I had a choice and for a moment I almost said no, but I knew he was just being polite.

Edward had told me all about these vampires and they were nothing, but cruel in the stories.

With a sigh slowly lifted my hand and placed it in his. His skin was smooth and as cold as ice, like every other vampires, but there was something different about touching Aro.

It was as if though I could feel the power thumping through his body. It was almost like he had a heart beat pushing his power through his body. It was odd.

His eyes slide closed for just a moment before they flew open, Aro looked at me with a smile that had chills running down my spine.

''Well,'' he hummed.

What happened next had my world crashing down. He had revealed so much to me and I felt like an imbecile for falling for everything. It was all just a game, a horrible, cruel, and twisted game played on me, but it had opened the door for a new opportunity.

Aro had offered me something, something that I had always wanted, but it came with a price. One I wasn't sure I wanted to pay, but he told me to take my time and think about it. As much as I wanted to say I wasn't even considering the deal, I couldn't.

His words kept spinning in my mind as I wondered what it would be like, but even though I knew I had been used I still could not find it in me to agree to what Aro wanted from me.

Letting out a sigh, I closed my eyes as I tried to push the thoughts away. I just didn't have the strength to think about this.

I looked around the room, desperate for a distraction against all the things running through my head, but found nothing. There wasn't even a TV.

A part of me didn't want to leave the false sense of safety I had in my room, but I stood up and walked to the door.

The halls were empty and I was partly surprised by that. I had assumed there would have been a guard or something at my door to make sure I didn't try to slip away, but I guess they knew I wouldn't. There was too much at risk for me to just leave.

Letting out a sigh I began to walk down the hall. The inside was more beautiful than the outside. There was art everywhere you went, paintings, drawings, sculptures, It was amazing and I often found myself gazing at one thing or another for minutes at a time.

I was so lost in the beauty surrounding me that I almost didn't hear the familiar voice.

''Well, she had this…fire in her eyes when she spoke, it was gone quickly, but it was there and it was amazing.''

I frowned when I heard Laurent speaking. I wondered who he was talking about and to who he was speaking with. My curiosity was soon sated as the voice of Caius answered.

''I saw a brief glimpse of it, but I don't see much potential there.''

I had moved a little closer to hear them better, but ended up knocking into a small end table, nearly knocking the expensive looking vase over.

Although I had managed to catch it before it shattered, the noise alerted the vampires of my presence.

Before I could think of some kind of excuse Laurent was in front of me, giving me a bright smile.

''Ahh, Isabella, how wonderful to see you, but what are you doing here?''

I set the vase back on the small end table and cleared my throat, ''I was just looking around. There isn't much to do in my room.''

Understanding washed over his face and he nodded, ''I am sure we can find you a few things to keep you busy. Let me tell my Master and then we can find you something.''

I watched Laurent go back to the room he was speaking with Caius in. I wondered why he had called Caius Master. Many people had addressed the three brothers as, "The kings, '' or ''My Lords,'' but none had ever called them Masters.

Laurent appeared before me seconds later with a happy smile on his face, ''Let's go.''

He lead me down the hall and looked at me, ''What sort of things interest you?"

''Books, I really love books,'' I said with a grateful smile.

He nodded and made a quick left, leaving me a little behind.

''King Marcus loves books, he had a very big library built when they first came here.''

I bit my lip as I noticed he referred to Marcus as kind rather than Master. I was itching to ask him why that was, but I decided not to.

''Will King Marcus mind me using it?"

Laurent looks back at me with an almost sad smile, ''No, he doesn't use it any more.''

Nothing more was said as he continued to lead me through the twists and turns of the halls. I had tried to remember the way there, so I could leave when I had found some good books, but I soon gave up realizing it was to complicated. I just hoped Laurent would be willing to wait a little while for me.

Sometime later he stopped in front of two beautiful, wide worden doors. They started at the top of the ceiling and went down to the ground. On both doors there was carvings, they were all different, yet seemed to tie in with each other. It was as if the doors themselves were telling a story.

Laurent pushed the doors open and I was in awe of the large, glorious library. The walls were made into bookshelves and held thousands of books, the ceiling was painted. There was a man standing with wolves surrounding him, in his hands he held the broken body of one of the creatures.

I gasped when I saw his face, the cruel face of Caius was painted onto the ceiling. I took in everything again and found myself both confused and bewitched by the painting.

There was no doubt that it was something truly amazing, but it was also so dark. You could see the anger and hate burning in Caius' eyes as he held the broken animal.

The same hate burned in the wolves around him, but there was also pain in the few ones that were looking at their dead friend.

''It is a beautiful disaster,'' Laurent whispered.

I looked over to him to see him looking at the painting with respect and admiration. He was as entrapped by the painting as I was.

''Master fought them all single handedly. He tore them all piece from piece,'' he looked at me with a smile,''Or so he says.''

''Wait, that really happened?"

I looked back and the ceiling and started at it again. Had Caius killed all those wolves? Why? What had they done?

''Yes, during the war.''

''What war?" I asked curiously.

Laurent shook his head and made his way towards one of the many bookshelves. He trailed his fingers down the spine of the books as he slowly walked.

''There are many tales in this room, Isabella. Some written in these books, some painted onto these walls. History of the vampire world and the human world. Read about the history of your world Isabella and perhaps one day I can tell you the history of the undead one.''

I felt disappointment settle into me and let out a sigh. I was aching to know about the war, about the reason the fair haired King had killed the wolves, but apparently I wasn't going to know.

WIthout another word I went to look at the books and found one of my favorites, ''Wuthering Heights.''

I hadn't read anything since the Cullens had left, but as I touched the book I found myself wanting to read it. I pulled it from the shelf and made my way to one of the large chairs sitting next to the fire.

I curled up and began to get lost in the world of Catherine and Heathcliff, losing myself to both the living and undead one.

Heyyy, sorry for the wait on this one. I have been super busy with the holidays and schooling, Thank you all for the follows, favs, and reviews. I love them all. Tell me what you guys think of this one.

EY~