Bitten (Book 1 - Book 4)
Chapter 1

Natalia’s mouth was dry, and she found it hard to swallow.

“This is so exciting,” her mother said, squirming in her seat.

Her father nodded with a big smile on his face.

Natalia managed a swallow and almost choked.

“I... wanted to go to college.”

She almost coughed the words.

“Nonsense,” her mother said. “I never went to college and look at what I've accomplished.”

"How can you not want this?" her father said with a wave of his hand, indicating the room in whichthey sat.

“This is just a waiting room,” Natalia muttered, but her statement was misconstrued.

“Fine imported mahogany woodwork. The finest tapestries. Gold. Silver,” her mother said, pointingout the lavish decor of the room. “I almost feel under-dressed.”

Her mother smoothed her skirt and fiddled with her necklace. Natalia knew the dress was anoriginal creation that cost a lot of money. Her mother had accessorized with matching shoes, a hat,and gold jewelry with diamonds and rubies. Natalia thought she was overdressed considering wherethey were. However, she nodded in agreement with her mother. The richness of the room did seemto make her mother’s outfit and even her father's tailored suit, appear shabby.

Natalia smoothed her own dress out of uneasiness. She swore her white dress glowed, making herfeel even more self-conscious.

“I meant this room is supposed to look over the top. They're trying to impress you,” Natalia said,startled to replace her voice raspy.

"Of course,” her mother said as if reprimanding her. “A position in this church is quite an honor. Anhonor to be proud of.”

Her mother looked ready to explode with joy.

“This church is at the forefront for helping the poor.”

“A lot of people could be helped with the money in this room,” Natalia murmured.

She wanted to reiterate that she wanted to go to college but decided it would be futile.

“I didn’t know we were coming here.”

"You'll be taken care of for life,” her father said, looking about the room as if this lavishness wouldsoon be hers.

Natalia grimaced. This was not where she thought they were taking her. This was the last thing sheever wanted for her life.

"Can't we wait and decide when I'm eighteen?”

If she could make it that far then she would be free.

“Don't be ridiculous,” her mother said.

"You need to grab these opportunities when they arise,” her father said.

“What on earth are you going to do when you're eighteen when you can be settled here?” hermother said.

“College?”

She barely whispered the word.

“Nonsense. Your brother, Beryl, has already been to college. He's happily married, and we alreadyhave a grandbaby.”

Her mother scrunched her shoulders and smiled as if she was admiring her grandbaby.

“Such a precious little boy.”

“You have everything you ever wanted,” her father said to her mother.

Natalia thought the smile plastered on his face seemed a little forced.

“Not many get an opportunity like this. To be accepted in the most prestigious church,” her mothersaid.

“I don’t want to be a nun.”

“Not a worry in the world,” her father said under his breath, sounding almost as if he was envious.A wave of horror swept over her at the finality of her parents’ decision. She found she could hardlybreath as if a huge rock was sitting on her chest.

“Do you think we'll get tea?” her mother said in a quiet voice as if afraid she would be overheard.“Not this early in the morning,” her father said in an equally quiet voice.

"Tea?"

Natalia was aghast that her mother was wanting tea. Her parents were destroying her life, and hermother wanted tea?

"We'll get you some later,” her mother said, reaching over to pat Natalia's knee as if to comfort her.Natalia jumped. A door panel, concealed in the wall in front of them, opened to reveal an office. Aman, dress in sandals and a rich ornate green robe, stepped out. In silence, he ushered them intothe office with a wave of his hand. She felt him staring at her, hardly giving her parents a glance.Natalia swallowed hard when she rose. The office beyond the door was more lavishly decoratedthan the waiting room.

“Please, sit.”

The words were a command.

“Your Lordship,” both her parents said while they settled into chairs in front of the desk with Nataliasandwiched between them.

Natalia recognized the man as the Lord Abbot. She had seen him on the news. His business suit wasexpensive and adorned with gold cuff links and a gold tie pin. She thought he hardly looked thepart of a humble servant of God. He looked as if he was a banker and they were a family applyingfor a loan.

"I've received your application,” the Lord Abbot said.

Natalia felt as if they were inconveniencing him by their presence. He never even rose from his desk,denying them any respect. She also noted with distaste that he didn't even bother to introducehimself. Of all the times she had seen him on the news, he had only been called by his title. Shewondered if anyone knew his real name. She set her face to show no emotion, already hating himimmensely.

"Excellent to hear,” her father said, rising and placing an envelope on the desk.

Natalia swallowed hard again. She knew there was a check in that envelope and hoped her fatherhadn't been too generous. The Lord Abbot shifted in his chair making Natalia think he was going tograb up and open the envelope to see how much, but he didn't.

“The application will be reviewed by our board, and you should know in a week or so.”

His eyes fleetingly took in the envelope.

Natalia stiffened when his eyes moved over to her. She had the odd feeling he was staring at herbreasts. His look was creepy, but his words gave her a ray of hope. She feared they would take herat once. She had time to plan an escape.

"We are so please you are considering our Natalia,” her mother said with a gush of pride that madeNatalia embarrassed.

The Lord Abbot smiled and nodded, but his eyes never moved away from her. Natalia almostexpected him to lick his lips. She envisioned a forked tongue like a serpent.

“My assistant will provide information on preparing your daughter should she be accepted,” theLord Abbot said, gesturing with his hand toward the door.

The same robed man that admitted them stood in the open doorway holding a packet. He alsogestured with his hand. To Natalia, it was an obvious sign that the meeting was at an end eventhought it seemed like it had hardly started. She rose with haste. The open door was her escape.She wasn't going to wait another moment. Her movement spurred her parents into realizing thatthe meeting was over. She hurried ahead of them out to the corridor toward the front entrance.“Natalia, don't walk so fast,” her mother said.

Natalia felt she needed to get outside for air before she suffocated. She rushed out the frontentrance and trotted down the steps before she stopped and sucked in air. Her lungs found thesmog of the city refreshing. The heavy traffic that flowed in front of her looked like paradise. Shehad the brief feeling she was a doomed prisoner who had received a delay in execution

“Let's have lunch at the cafe,” her mother said when they caught up with her. “I know it's a littleearly, but we can have a cup of tea beforehand.”

“If we must,” her father said.

"Cafe Green or Paula's?” Natalia said, falling in behind her parents.

She felt a malicious pleasure in knowing that the question would irritate her mother.

“Paula’s, of course,” her mother said, almost sounding snippy.

“Green's has better food,” Natalia said in a quiet voice.

Her mother didn’t respond. She knew her mother preferred Paula's. It was the place to be seen, andit was the last place Natalia wanted to go. The cafe had a huge outdoor area with artistic tents overit that allowed people to sit out at tables rain or shine. There tended to be more rain than shineduring the early fall days.

"What a beautiful sunny day,” her father said.

“Yeah,” Natalia breathed, noting big fluffy clouds.

She now felt like a ten-year old having just completed some program at church, and that hermother wanted to now show her off, dressed in what could be described as a white fluffy virginaldress. However, it wasn't even Sunday. It was a Thursday. Late morning.

“I have to go back to work right after lunch,” her father said.

Her parents strolled in a leisurely manner, arm in arm, as if they had the world at their fingertips.Natalia swallowed hard again when she spied the packet her mother carried. Her mother held it outin front of herself as if making sure anyone they saw could see. Natalia already knew what wasinside. Her friend, Rebecca, had faced the same fate and had shared everything. Natalia felt likecrying when she thought of her. Rebecca was now dead.

“You'll have to read this closely,” her mother said, waving the packet.

“I already know what's inside,” Natalia said with a gloomy voice.

“Nonsense. Each packet is specific to the person. I'm sure, due to your father's position, that you willbe well placed in the church,” her mother said as if she had already read the information.

Natalia shook her head but knew her mother didn't see. Nor her father.

"All the same,” she said, knowing the packet spelled out the proper behaviors and rules. Due to thedeath of Rebecca, she now knew violating the contract carried a death penalty.

“Natalia, I'm not liking your attitude.”

That was her mother's way of telling her to shut up.

Natalia knew that Rebecca had been taken to the Church, but believed she also had time to plan anescape. Unfortunately, she had been taken back to the Church the next day. She found a way toescape six months later. However, she had only managed to survive a few months among friendsbefore she was captured. During her short freedom, she had informed them about the life of a nun,and it wasn't pretty. A nun was a slave who washed, cleaned or worked in the gardens. As well, therewere the endless prayer sessions and long periods of isolation. And there was the sex. Rebeccainformed them that she had been sterilized that same day she had been taken to the church. After afew days of recovery, she was put into service for any of the male clergy to use at will. A refusalresulted in a gang rape and a beating.

Natalia didn’t know exactly how Rebecca died, but the rumors suggested that she was entombedand starved. Or as the Church would probably say, she was left to the mercy of God.

Natalia felt her chest tighten in terror as she saw her own death.

“R-Rebecca said..."

"Enough, Natalia,” her mother said in a stern voice.

Natalia knew she couldn't broach the topic again. Her parents only saw the good and the glory.“You can't believe the story of some rogue runaway. Her parents were publicly embarrassed.”Natalia knew differently. She had seen Rebecca's bruises and the horror in her eyes.

The cafe was busy, but with a bribe from her father, the waiter managed to replace them a table.Natalia's only respite was that the table was off to the side and by a pole that partially blocked themfrom view of the other tables. She took the chair that allowed her to face the city and not the mainarea of the cafe. If she couldn't see the other tables, then she could pretend they didn't exist.Ahead of her, she saw life and hope. A'ppollo was the largest metropolitan area on the wholecontinent. The skyline was packed with high rises and raised rails. The roads were packed with carsand trucks. The rails ran constantly. The city never shut down. The economy was booming, so sheheard. Everyone she knew who went looking for employment found it.

Her mom put the packet on the table. The sun seemed to choose that moment to hide behind acloud.

“Tea,” her mother said, ordering as soon as the waiter arrived.

“Yes, ma'am.”

To Natalia's dismay, her mother was rubbernecking around to see who else was at the cafe. To herrelief, the waiter was quick to bring the tea, distracting her mother.

Natalia stared at her cup while her mother poured them all tea. Her throat was still tight, and shewas having a hard time swallowing, especially since the packet lay on the table right by her. It washard to ignore: her death sentence. She tried to take solace in her tea, taking longer than usual toadd milk and sugar, and then, stirring it a long time as if it were too hot.

Finally, she put the cup to her lips, but the one sip of warm tea sat in her mouth. She couldn'tswallow. Her napkin soaked up the tea before it could dribble from her lips.

“See, now there's a proper young lady,” her mother said.

She was looking around the cafe again.

Natalia took note of the mother and daughter pair that passed. While her mother had seen a properyoung lady, Natalia had seen another downtrodden girl.

“I remember growing up and children ran amok,” her mother said with distaste.

Her father nodded absentmindedly as he sipped his tea. He looked far away in thought.

"You have it made, Natalia. I've told you a hundred times. Your father is doing well in his work. Wehave a very nice house. You have everything you could ever want. Look at the opportunities in frontof you.”

Death, Natalia thought while she looked at the few tables in her view. The inhabitants were alladults. The only minor she had seen had been the other girl with her mother. It was illegal foranyone under eighteen to be out without the accompaniment of an adult: preferably a parent. Shewasn't allowed to have more than one friend over at a time. Nor was she allowed to go to a friend'shouse unless a parent was in attendance. She had no phone. No computer. Her parents dictatedeverything.

The waiter returned.

“I'll have the tuna salad on white. No dressings or sides,” her mother said.

“The lunch special,” her father said.

Natalia knew he hadn't even looked at the menu.

“Chicken salad sandwich,” Natalia said. “No sides.”

The waiter nodded and left.

Natalia thought about what she did have. She had a savings account, but...

No, she thought, that wasn't something she really had. It wasn't even in her name.

Yeah, she thought, I become a nun, and you get to keep all the money.

However, she doubted that any of the money that she had ever received as gifts ended up in asavings account. Most likely it all ended up in her mother's pocket. Her mother liked to spendmoney, specifically on clothing and jewelry. In fact, she liked to spend it so much that Natalia knewher father had set an allowance, restricting her mother’s extravagance.

Her mother frowned and stopped looking around. Natalia hoped no one her mother knew wouldappear. On the plus side was the fact that it was Thursday and it was still early.

“I wonder if you'll even need to pack. You'll be in a habit once you've gone through training. She'sgoing to be a novitiate or a novice?”

Her father shrugged.

Natalia wished her mother would shut up.

“There's no training,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

“Nonsense, Natalia. You don't just read this packet and know everything. Goodness, child. You'llneed training just like you would in the job market. You just don’t reach eighteen and someonehires you.”

“College,” Natalia said in a deadpan voice.

"We can't support you forever,” her father said, piping in.

Natalia suppressed a strong urge to slap him. They were sending her to her death, and they wereworried about money?

“Mother spends...”

“Natalia.”

Her mother's voice was like a slap in the face.

"Don’t you dare talk like that.”

Her mother forced a smile when the waiter arrived with their food.

Natalia picked through her sandwich, hiding the fact that she was tossing bits of it to the pigeons.Thankfully, her mother thought it was ladylike to leave a meal half-eaten.

“I have to get back to work,” her father said.

He had only eaten half his own meal.

Natalia could see he was in no mood to linger. He signaled for the bill.

“It's such a nice day, you should call in,” her mother said.

"I have responsibilities,” he said, handing a credit card to the waiter.

The waiter scanned it at the table, and her father signed the electronic pad. He rose from his seat,forcing her mother to realize they would sit no more. He didn't stroll arm-in-arm with her mother,forcing her to walk at a faster pace. Natalia felt like running to their car and felt some relief whenshe was able to hide in the back seat out of public view. She hoped her mother had forgotten thepacket at the cafe, but she hadn't.

The drive home was quick. Her mother babbled about whatever was out the windows. Her fatherremained silent, just nodding in an agreeable manner at times. Natalia ignored her mother, unlessshe heard her name, and then she had just smile. Her mind was spinning with options, but by thetime her father pulled into the laneway, she knew exactly what she had to do.