I do not own most of this plot. It is very similar to the movie/board game of Clue, owned by Hasbro. I also do not own the characters or plot of Twilight, owned by Stephenie Meyer.

Enjoy.

ed.cullenator

Prologue

This was the fourth of the incoming envelopes he had received. Unlike last time, he now managed to get his into my apartment, which scared him just a bit. He looked back at the door to his large home. Yes, it was locked, just as he had left it. It couldn't have been Miss Hubbard, his maid. She was just as, if not more, cautious than he.

He sighed, and sat down at his large lounge chair by the fire place. He delicately opened the egg-shell white envelope. There sat his name, in perfect script on the outside of the envelope: Professor Plum.

It was some sort of an invitation. Friday evening a Mr. Boddy was hosting a dinner party at his Tudor Mansion. What would it mean if he were to not attend? He wasn't sure he wanted to know. He heaved another sigh. It was time to check his closet and find a nice suit.

-clue-

"Oh darling Jacob," she called through the many rooms to their marvelous apartment in the city. It was much more than an apartment though, really. With Jacob being the senator, it was much much more.

He appeared at the door in his nicest gray suit, the one which she had chosen especially for his first official speech as senator. "Hello, darling. I hope we haven't made any plans for Friday?" she asked, a bit forgetful. His black eyes twinkled, and he shook his head.

"Great, then. I've been invited to a dinner party Friday evening. I know it's a bit short notice, but I feel it's necessary to attend. I wouldn't want to ruin my reputation…" she murmured, now entangled in her husband's arms.

He couldn't help but smile. "May I ask who is holding this dinner party?"

She hoped her smile didn't falter. "Oh, just a few of the ladies," she lied. Her cheeks lit a bright red, but Jacob had yet to notice.

"Oh, okay, Bella, dear. I shall probably spend the evening with a few of the gentlemen from work."

"You mean those lying politicians?" she asked, frowning. He nodded, biting his lip, a habit he had inherited from her. "Just promise me that when I return home you won't be a thing like those men."

"As you wish," he told her, repeating a line from one of her favorite tales.

She smiled. "Do you think I could go out and buy a new dress before then? I shan't appear in one of these old things," she said, gesturing to the hunter green dress she was wearing.

"As you wish," he repeated.

She squeezed him tight in a hug, and then released herself. "Well, I must go out and search for a new dress. One can never have enough time," she joked, the invitation, crumpled up in her cleavage, scratching and heating up her skin.

-clue-

"Alice," he pleaded, "please don't listen to a thing they say!" She stuffed the duster through the waistband around her uniform. "They're all lies!" he insisted.

She looked disdainfully at her husband. How could she believe him? How could she possibly believe that he had resisted Yvette's charms? She was after all, in that business…

She heard the rumors, when she would exit the Tudor Mansion each day after a long day's work. She knew what her friends spoke about her behind her back. How could she possibly believe him, then, with everyone else not believing? Until she had proof, he was guilty until proven innocent.

"Alice," he cried. She finally snapped her head up at him. She looked into those gray-blue eyes, and smiled.

"No," she whispered. She leaned up toward her husband, and placed a long kiss on his lips. As she pulled away, she gathered herself, watching his reaction. His eyes, were closed, as were his lips, which were uplifted in a smile. She then slapped him across the face.

"I hope to never see you again. Please leave, and rot in hell," she sneered.

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