Nothing was ever really explain as to weather vampires dreamed or not, though without full details it was known that vampires could sense through their un-natural powers trouble, though would be unable to do anything about til the sun was gone. This was the sense Bella arose to, and no less as her coffin opened and both Arnold and Nathan was there.she knew without words that something bad had transpired while she sept, though what was the question on the tip of her tongue. Rather quickly Arnold was the first to spill the beans about what had happened and then Nathan had followed up with a horrid lie. Sitting up within her coffin she gazed from Arnold to Nathan, the bickering children.<br/><br/>"You don't lie well at all... I expect no less then the truth from my PNC or I can find more creative things to stab you with besides my paint brushes."<br/><br/>Bellas gaze then went to Arnold, the elders ball sucker, he was a pansy compared to other vampires she knew, but without a doubt he always seemed to have her better interest at the forefront of everything he did. Even if it was making up lies to her. She honestly hated the man but there was a strange resounding respect in her for him.<br/><br/>"A purge... its been a long time since they had to do that... its almost a honor. How should I dress for my big day?"<br/><br/>The elders wanted to command and those of the race that didn't drop to their knees at will... the elders killed them. The vampire race was more blood thristy then a mob was and as they years grew longer and their immortality remained young, their sanity started to crack. Bella's thoughts took her further from the presence though at this moment she could think of nothing better to do then bury herself back into her coffin like a child. It was when Nathan climbed into ger 'bed' that she looked at him but spoke to Arnold.<br/><br/>"We will speak later about the elders and the lie you told me."<br/><br/>Her words were emotionally cold and promised full retailation against this wrong. She waited til Arnold was completely gone before she looked to Nathan, she didn't understand him but it was clear that he wanted for her to bite him. Nathan had been trying his hardest the night before to get her to bite him, which with all his pisturing and sexy poses hadb't come clise to appealing to her, rather it had just seemed too fake which was a complete turn off.<br/><br/>"Breakfast, first meal, our terms are similar to humans... just within a different order of the day."<br/><br/>She brought her hand up to brush back his hair from his neck as she decided where to take her blood from. In a matter of seconds she had decided the wrist was the safest bet to be made. Bella changed their positions quickly, pushing Nathan to lay down in her coffin as she set atop him, drawing his hand upwards so that her fangs could strike that weak flesh there. The skin was like paper against the sharp points of her fangs making sure he felt ever ounc of pain she could deal to him at this very moment, a light punishment for lying to her. With the first taste of his blood she murmured in complete pleasure as both her hands gripped his wrist to hold it against her lips. Taking blood waslike having sex, both were energizing,  and they were both pleasuring.<br/><br/>Bella's hips notched against Nathan's body as the moments passed and soon enough after she had her fill she dropped his wrist from her hands. When she looked down to him her eyes were blazing a brightly green as she smirkedslightly to him,  he had finally been bitten and though Bella wasn't too happy about it she was certain without a doubt that Nathan was.  She licked her lips to catch any drops that may have strayed from her mouth, she was going to savor it Fo now as she stared down at him.<br/><br/>"Now... tell me the truth. Were you trying to escape? What did Arnold do to you?"<br/><br/>Bella had a idea to what had been done, she had heard the soft jingling of the body chain but she knew Arnold and knew how far his torment could be take as cruel punishment.  Pressing her l8ps together as her gaze traveled from his face to look down to his chest, questioningly wondering... could Bella benefit from what had been done to him? And if not... how could she put her own twisted sadistic torment into it to get what she wanted?