Monday, March 3, 2014

Black Keys Chapter 5

(SM) owns Twilight.
(CozItRunsInMyBlood) owns the plot.
(RobzBeanie) is a lifesaver and she beta this.
(GrandeDame) is my soul-mate and per-reader.

This is early for Tanvi, she bribed me, and I'm a sucker for food porn. Enjoy.

Chapter 5

Isabella Marie
"No, no!" I shook my head frantically. "Please, don't! No!" I begged.
When he was only an inch away I gripped his hand that held the knife, wanting to move it away from me, but he was much stronger than me that I was barely able to move his hand.
I was just about to scream when he placed his other hand over my mouth. I stumbled and fell to the bed, forcing him down with me.
Tears were pouring out of my eyes as I screamed into his hand and begged with my heart for God to make him let go of me. I didn't want to die.
My heart almost stopped as he brought the knife near my face, and I was about to bite his hand when I saw that the knife didn't stop when it was near me. Instead, it kept moving up until it was on the shoulder of the hand that was over my mouth.
My kicks stilled and my screams stopped and my fear was replaced by confusion as I watched him placing the blade on his shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine. He didn't hiss or even flinch when the blade broke the skin where he pressed on it, blood escaping his freshly-cut wound.
With hate and venom lacing his voice he told me, "Don't you even, for a split second, think that I'm interested in a filthy American who spreads her legs for the first man who buys her dinner."
I wasn't sure if the shock that was filling me had a thing to do with the fact that he said he wasn't interested in me in any way, or that he had called me a filthy American, or the fact that he accused me of sleeping with the first guy who'd offer me dinner. I only knew that I was too shocked to move at all. I was like a limp noodle; I didn't react with any objection when he pulled me up to my feet.
I think I was just grateful that I wasn't dead. Yet.
Red rosebuds flew everywhere and all over the room as he yanked the bed sheets up and fisted them in his hand. He then brought them up to his shoulder and patted his wound a few times until he was satisfied with the smudge of blood that had now formed on the white sheets, and walked back to the door but not before shooting me a disgusted look.
He opened the door just a little and gave the sheets to whom I assumed to be Mona, making sure that his wound was hidden behind the door as he stood by it.
I was beyond confused by the act. Why would he cut his arm that way to put blood on the sheets? Why was he asked to give over a sheet that had blood on it anyway?
Then Jasper's words came to my mind: 'Blood for blood.'
It was virgin blood that was supposed to be on those sheets. He wanted to make them believe that the blood was just that. He had hurt himself to make them believe it was my virginity!
But, why? Why didn't he just tell them the truth? Why would he want to cover up what really happened by lying to his family?
Lots of questions roamed all over my head, but my thoughts were interrupted by the prince going into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.
I glanced back at the door to the room, the thought of opening it and just running seemed so sweet in my mind, but I knew someone could be out there. I didn't want to risk being caught without even beginning to really escape.
The prince came out of the bathroom, his wound now covered with a white bandage, his wife-beater gone. I had no idea why I looked at his chest, his tight muscles and perfect eight-pack abs. I swallowed thickly as I watched him moving around the room, a strange sensation going through me. Again, I wanted to believe it was fear, but I knew I couldn't lie to myself about it for too long. It was a new feeling I wasn't familiar with, and I had no idea if I really wanted to know what it was or not.
He put his gelbab on and left the room without even glancing my way, head thing in his hand.
I didn't know that I had been holding my breath, but when I heard the door being shut after him, I let out a big amount of air in a sigh of … relief, maybe.
Not a minute later and before I could move an inch from my spot, the door was opened again after a knock, though I hadn't given permission to its owner to come in.
Mona entered the room with a little box in her hand. She took one look at me and gasped, "Princess! You didn't have to wear your dress again, all you had to do was just call my name."
Maybe I was still shocked into not speaking after what the prince had said and done, because I didn't reply. After a moment of silence she spoke again, "I'll prepare the bath for you."
"Uh, why the water is brown?" I asked as I looked with disgust at the tub filled with unclear water and no soap in it at all, not even a few bubbles.
"It's herbs, Princess. It'll help you relax your muscles and remove any soreness you might be feeling," she explained.
Why would she thinks I'm so-
I hopped into the tub, not very comfortable that I was naked in front of a stranger, but I noticed that she was avoiding looking at me until my body was completely under the water.
True to her words, the tension was leaving my body more and more as the minutes passed. It was very relaxing, especially since the ugly-looking herbs, surprisingly, smelled really good.
After the bath, I found that Mona had set out clothes for me. It was some sort of a dress but not really a dress; the end of it reached the floor and it was decorated in a way that was really breathtaking. It was love at first sight between me and the dress, as the golden color lining the dark red was just perfect. 
However, I still asked for my own clothes. I wasn't going to wear them since I really liked the dress, but I still wanted to know where they were and why I wasn't to wear them or pick out my own clothes.
"Just for the week, Princess. It's a tradition," Mona replied.
Well, I'm not staying here for the week, my dear. I'm flying home really soon.
The cloth felt wonderful against my skin, so soft despite all of the decorations on the front and the back; it was amazing.
I had to convince Mona that I could do my hair by myself, because she made a big deal out of it, saying it'd be disrespectful of her to let me do it myself, whatever that meant.
"Queen Esmat will be with you shortly, Princess."
"Okay," I replied. "Wait, what?"
"Uh, the queen? A very short visit," she nodded.
"Why is she visiting me?"
The prince told her!
Oh, my God!
She knows the blood is not mine and she's coming to kill me! God! Oh, God!
"Tradition, Princess." And she was gone.
It was a tradition for the queen to kill the new princess the day after the wedding?
"How are you doing, Benty?" Queen Esmat asked once she was seated in the arm chair.
"Uh, I'm doing fine, thank you," I said hesitantly as I eyed the box beside her, wondering if it had a weapon inside it.
She speaks English after all …
I tried not to think about the fact that she didn't talk to me last night at the wedding, or the fact that I didn't like the way she was looking at me.
"Glad to hear," she said, her voice not really giving away the assurance that her words were.
We went into a very awkward silence which I didn't like just as much as I didn't like her stare. There was something about that woman I just couldn't bear. She was sending me huge waves of negative energy that were too much for my liking.
Our minutes of silence were over the second she huffed and shook her head. I frowned at her behavior but still said nothing. She then reached for the box that she’d brought with her and laid on the table in front of us, the same table I had signed my misery on, and stood up.
"This is for you," she said as she looked down at me, her face blank.
I stood up, carefully taking the square-shaped box from her hand.
"Uh, thank you, Queen Esmat," I said politely.
"Mother," she said, and I frowned at what 'Mother' meant, confused as to why she’d said that, then realizing right away that she meant for me to call her that. My eyes widened slightly. I knew in my heart that I'd never call anyone other than my own mother that name, let alone that woman standing in front of me.
I forced a smile, but that was all she was getting from me as a reply. She raised an eyebrow and I pretended to be busy admiring the box.
"Can I open it?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
A nod.
My eyes widened once again but for a completely different reason. Laid in the silk that filled the inside of the box was a necklace, designed to sit only on the collarbone, decorated with at least a hundred rocks or so all over it. Big and small diamond rocks.

"Wow! This is for me?"
"I've already said it is."
"Uh, thank you."
"Put it on, Benty."
I didn't feel like putting it on while she stood there, but didn't want to get into an argument with her. I thought it wouldn't really hurt me if I did as she requested, so I did.
"I think it'd look better if you removed that thing." She pointed with her finger and a disgusted look to my necklace.
My hand flew to my cross, holding it in my hand protectively. It felt like she was going to take it away from me, even though I was so sure she wouldn't dare do so. But then again, I didn't know her and knew nothing of her personality. I only knew that what I had seen so far was very unlikable.
"Uh, I don't ever take it off," I said matter-of-factly.
"Hmm," she hummed. "Listen, Yabent," she started with a cold gaze and undeniable sneer, "Mazen is a very good man; he's kindhearted and more than nice. He deserves the best, and a bit more." She eyed my hand that was still holding my cross with disgust before looking back into my eyes. "I'll do anything in my power to prevent that kind heart from being hurt. Anything."
I gazed at her with shock. Her words weren't hurtful, per se, but it didn't mean that those words weren't full of what seemed like a warning.
"I would've really loved for my only child to marry someone who knows how to treat her husband well, someone who knows her duties towards her husband, his rights over her and how to make him happy," she paused. "Someone who's a Muslim."
Now it wasn't only a warning that laced her words, it was also hatred. Plain and simple.
"But, we can't really always have what we want, can we?" she said with a shake of her head. "However, we do know how to accept what fate has forced on us."
Is she speaking about me or herself?
Hello! I was the one forced into this here!
"If you ever hurt Mazen in any way, I'll make sure to make you regret it."
And then she left. Leaving me standing right where I was, too shocked to speak or even move.
Guess my Queen Mother-in-Law doesn't like me, after all.
How much would I like to tell her that the feeling is so mutual. To her and everyone else in this stupid kingdom.
I put the box with the other boxes from yesterday, determined to leave them behind when I finally leave this hell-hole and never look back. It was really nice but all of those diamonds didn't belong to me. I wasn't the prince's bride, nor would I ever be.
Mona came after a few minutes with breakfast and the prince arrived before she’d left the room. He told her something in Arabic which she responded to with a nod and left the room.
I gazed at the prince as he stood beside the door. His angry stare was no longer there; it was replaced by a blank expression, so I couldn't read him, yet again.
For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It was like I was waiting for something, only I didn't know what it was. I didn't wonder for long since my thoughts were interrupted the second his soft voice filled the silence.
"We need to talk."
Benty = My child / My daughter.
Yabent = You Girl.


The blood on the sheet is a MUST in some countries. Though, it's fading away with time, now they only show it to the father and brothers of the bride instead of the whole town *cringing* some don't show it at all, but the husband keeps it – sheet or a piece of white cloth.


  1. You've just posted this and I already want more!! :-)

  2. woooww wooooww wooowww
    Please post more
    your story is so amazing
    I'm looking foward the next chapter
    Is better Bella take careful with his mother in law.....
    The queen is powerful.....
    I don't think Bella could run away from there!
    I'm so curious about what Edward wanted to talk with her!
    Please update soon!

  3. Aha sorry honey but for some strange reason I get the feeling youbwon't be leaving anytime soon! Who knew Esme could be so...fierce?! ;P

  4. Oh my poor Edward! :( And poor Bella. I hope they both find some sort of peace with this situation. Can't wait for the next chapter babe :D

  5. Finally some talking. I hope Bella asks all her questions, it's time for some answers.

  6. It's been so nice to catch up on the story. I am wondering about what all queen Esme will do to spoil Marie's life! Hmm... I like the thought of her being horrible in this to bring in more angst. I can't wait for next chapter and their talk. However, I hope that she gives the cold shoulder to Jasper for a pretty long time.

  7. Bella needs to speak up, to defend herself at least, yes she´s afraid they might kill her, but at least she would not look so weak, and what they expected her to know how to act accordingly¨? she wasn´t even aware she was getting married, I hope you update soon, and Esme made Mazen seem like spoiled, oh poor mazen he had to marry an american...

  8. Wow, I'm speechless. I really hope Mazen and Marie can have a nice talk and maybe work something out. Cause I actually think that maybe they can at least be friends. I really hope that happeneds. =D Please continue and update very soon please!!!

  9. This episode... Wow... I need more!!! PLEASE update SOON... really like this story... I wonder what Mazon wants to talk about... I hope it's a truce between them... to try to be civil and no hurtful words... I hope these two make good out of this horrible arrangement... Oh by the way... totally cringed when the queen asked her to call her mom... I was like no way!!!!

  10. I'm so excited
    I come here almost every hour to see if has any update!
    I had to comment again
    I'm so addicted to your story
    please post soon!

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  12. awesomeeeeeeee chapter!!!
    Can't wait for more. Thank you!

  13. Oh, and I can't wait to read more!. I don't know if an HEA is possible for Mazen and Bella, but I would like that to happen!

  14. I don't think bella can leave that easy and cant wait to read what Edward has to say please update soon really soon

  15. You said in your fanfiction page that the blog was two chapters ahead, and it's only one ;( does this mean you will post a new chapter anytime soon.
    I'm so addicted to this story, i'm loving it!!
    Please, post soon!! ;(

  16. The queen is going to be a bitch I think!! Wonder if Masen knew that Jasper forced Bella to marry him? Can't wait for the next chapter :)

  17. Bella Marie is trapped in a prison, she will never have her liberty again, poor poor child. A life without liberty is nothing more than death.

  18. The old bitch shows exactly what they are. She wants nothing more than to kill Bella Marie. I only hope that Bella Marie will find a way to escape. After that, she will need an army of bodyguard to protect her in America, if she ever can save herself from the hand of the muslims.

    1. You're disgusting.

    2. And you are NOTHING, just Anonymous, stay that way

  19. This is working up to being an amazing story. It's very different, and is really like it. Pay no attention to the pea-brained haters. They can't be open to something different.