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Ghost Whisperer

Chapter One

The club was pounding with the bass of yet another techno song. The amount of techno was beginning to get annoying, but the gorgeous blonde woman did not care. At the moment, she did not care about anything at all. She danced in the hot throng of swaying bodies, bumping and grinding against anyone that passed by. She didn't know them, nor did she want too.

Tonight was about forgetting. Not about remembering names, or faces, or phone numbers. Everything just needed to be forgotten and the alcohol was doing a damn good job of helping that process along.

Eventually she no longer felt like drowning herself in alcohol, despite how crazy it was. Her day had been long enough, and she knew that her day tomorrow would be even worse if she did not get a good sleep. So she quickly called for a cab, clearly too intoxicated to drive, and told them to go to The Beverly Hills Hotel.

When the cab pulled up, she gave him whatever dollar bill she had left in her small clutch. Obviously it was more than enough due to the sweaty man's ecstatic face, and the woman stumbled up into the hotel, trying to collect herself so that no one would go blabbing to the press about how something was wrong with her. Well, it wasn't that hard to spot in the first place, but coming back to the hotel she was staying at partially trashed was just a fucking neon sign that she didn't need.

Her long blonde hair swayed with her body as she walked through the hotel lobby, her purple satin dress shimmering in the artificial light. There was no one in the lobby, however she didn't expect there to be, mostly due to the fact that it had to be at least three in the morning. Her golden bangles clinked with almost a musical quality and she had her metallic golden clutch gripped tightly in her hand. She was still tense from her encounter earlier. She had tried so hard not to get involved, like her family had told her, but he made things so difficult sometimes! He just didn't understand.

"Out late again, Miss?" asked the receptionist behind the long cherry wood desk. He was peeking over an exceptionally large book that almost looked like an encyclopedia from her point of view.

"Of course, Norman. Can you please have room service deliver my usual breakfast at seven tomorrow?" she asked with a hint of slurring in her voice. The man nodded at her with a small smile.

"Of course, Miss," he said to her and she nodded back to him then continued through the lobby over the plush white carpet and dark mahogany floors to where the shiny platinum elevators were in the far corner. She pressed the small round button and did not have to wait as the doors slid open for her and she walked in.

She was completely alone in the elevator, and therefore completely alone with her thoughts. She hadn't meant for any of this to happen, especially to her. She had successfully kept it from her family, but she knew that it would slowly eat her up inside. At least he was far away from her now. Back at their big Beverly Hills mansion with probably three or four whores clinging to him. She let out a long sigh just as the elevator stopped at the top floor and the doors opened for her once more.

She stepped out and began down the hall quickly. Nobody was awake and moving around up here either, but that was also expected. Who in their right mind would be awake at this hour? Another sigh escaped her lips as she watched the doors in the hallway, finally stopping at room 416. Carefully she opened her clutch and pulled out her key card then swiped it and opened the door into her pitch black room.

For a moment she stumbled into the room, searching for the light switch as she went, the door swinging closed behind her heavily, consuming her in complete darkness. Her heart rate picked up as she searched the wall even more frantically for the light switch.

"Where is it!" she muttered to herself as she groped the walls her fingers finally finding purchase on a light switch. She flicked it on, and once again the air returned to her lungs. She chastised herself for acting like a stricken twelve year old again and smiled slightly to herself as she continued into the lavishly decorated room. The walls were cream as was the furniture and golden décor littered the room.

She took her phone out of her small bag that she placed on the table next to one of the soft couches in the living room. She had four missed calls and seven texts. All of the calls and four of the seven texts were from her publicist. She easily deleted those.

One was from her father, one was from her brother, and one was from her friend. She opened the one from her friend first, deciding that it was easier if she dealt with her overbearing family later rather than sooner. She laughed at the absurdity of the obviously drunk text from her friend then put her phone down on the same table as her bag, turning and walking towards the bathroom.

She took off her diamond hoop earrings and brushed her teeth then started to remove the makeup that she had caked onto her face in some desperate attempt to hide the shame that she had felt for the past 24 hours. A sudden thump from the other room made her heart speed up and a cold shiver run down her spine. With the small face towel still in her hands she peeked through the small crack in her bathroom door. No one was out in the other room.

"Hello?" she called quietly into the other room as she nudged it open a little further with her toe, "Is someone there?" she called again. No answer… Not that she actually expected one. As she walked out into the openness of the room her eyes scanned the scene around her and as she laid her eyes on the now open doors going to the balcony she once again chastised herself. How paranoid could she get? First she was afraid of the dark, and now she thought that someone had invaded her room? Jesus, she really needed to get a grip on things.

She shook her head as she turned back to walk into the bathroom.

An arm wound around her neck from behind. The woman tried to shriek but her air supply was cut off as she struggled against the intruder. She could feel the thick band of muscle that ran along this person's arm and as she flailed she knew she had to escape. In one fast movement she kicked her leg up behind her, bending at the knee and was satisfied when her foot collided with the person. She was thankful she hadn't yet take off her stilettos as the intruder let go of her and she collapsed to the ground.

Trying to catch her breath she tried to scramble away from the intruder, only looking back to see that it was a blonde man completely dressed in black. His head snapped up as she looked at him and a small scream fell from her lips as he lunged at her, still on the ground. His body crushed hers and his hand found its spot on her neck again, his knees pinning down her arms. She tried to scream again, her eyes wide with fear as she stared up at her attacker, unable to do anything.

Her vision was slowly fading to black as her air supply dwindled down, but before her mind went totally blank she saw a flash of silver fly through the air towards her.

Then everything was white…

"I see…. A large inheritance coming into your future… Oh yes. A very large sum indeed." I could hear the wind-chime like voice of my best friend coming from the closed off room directly behind me as my eyes drifted across the computer screen in front of me.

"Really? How much? Like, how many figures are we talking?" asked the young man's voice over excitedly. I didn't restrain my eyes from rolling. He couldn't seriously be buying this could he?

"Shush! Child! Can't you see I am being drained just by doing this? It would be impossible to get an accurate amount!... But I am sensing six figures…" my best friend continued and I had to really work to not start laughing.

"No way! That's sweet! So when exactly am I going to get this cash?" the boy continued and I sighed. Apparently he was buying this… Apparently a sucker was born every minute. It was quiet for a very long time, and even after a while I straightened up and had to stop myself from looking into the dark room behind the heavy velvet curtain.

"Oh… Oh no… Dear child, I am sensing that one of your family members shall fall deathly ill… It is from them that you will receive your inheritance," the high voice pronounced ominously and I could almost see the look of fright in the young man's eyes.

"Wait are you serious? Who? Who is going to be sick?" the boy asked and once again I could imagine the pixie girl holding up a pale hand to silence the boy.

"That I cannot tell you, dear child. The future holds many mysteries that even I can't unravel. I must rest now; the visions have drained me of energy. Please, go," the girl murmured in a soft dramatic voice and I rolled my eyes again. I heard the sound of a wooden chair being scraped against the floor as it was pushed back and the heavy footfalls of the young man as he came out of the darkened room. His head was hung low as he pulled out twenty five dollars and handed it to me. I looked at him as he started out of the shop and opened my mouth to say something comforting too him, but I came up lost for words as the door swung shut behind him.

I waited for a moment and then heard the wine colored velvet curtain being shoved aside and I looked to see my tiny pixie friend with a grin on her face. She had large blue eyes that sparkled with excitement and her inky black/blue hair was cut short and spiked up. She was currently wearing a long indigo, velvet robe and long black feather earrings.

"Well that was fun," she commented as she walked next to me and took a seat on the empty stool behind the front counter.

"What, you mean completely destroying an innocent boy's day with lies? You have a sick, twisted perception of what fun is, Alice. Really," I stated and she only laughed.

"Oh please, you thought it was funny too," she said and I frowned playfully.

"Only because I know you can't actually see the future," I stated and this time Alice actually frowned for real.

"Yes I can!" she insisted and I only nodded to her without looking at her.

"Oh right, so why can't you ever tell me what song is going to play next on the radio? Hmm?" I questioned her and she glared at me.

"I swear Isabella Swan, if you keep all of this dissing of the spirit world up, the spirits are gonna be pissed with you," she said to me and I only smirked.

"I think I will take my chances, want to go get some lunch?" I asked her and she sighed dejectedly.

"Sure, why not, after all my visions have drained me of energy," she said in an overly dramatic tone and I laughed at her while she smiled. She took off her indigo robe to reveal a stylish pair of dark skinny jeans with black stiletto, knee high boots over them and a flowing metallic gray top. I grabbed my large brown purse from under the counter and locked up the cash register then turned the Open sign over to say Closed and locked that door as well before I walked with Alice out onto the busy streets of New York.

We had both moved here after we had finished college at NYU. We shared an apartment that was basically smack dab in the middle of China Town. Kinda sucked because I did not speak Chinese and it was fucking everywhere. The Brightside? I learned how to use chopsticks so well I was certain I could assassinate someone with a pair.

I had originally been brought up in a small town in Washington State called Forks. In a word, Forks was wet. Very, very wet. But it was still home. My father was the police chief and my mother owned a small shop in Port Angeles where she claimed that she could tell the future and conduct séances. Once she told me that she had spoke with my grandmother after she had passed away, but I wasn't really too sure if I believed her after I had heard her talk about all the sob stories that walked into her store and the stories she would feed to them.

Was it right telling lies to sometimes desperate people? Maybe not, but it paid the rent.

Either way, I had met Alice in college and we had become instant friends, and had stayed together since then. And it was only after she moved in with me that she told me her little "secret" of how she could apparently see into the future. It was obviously the voice of God telling me that I couldn't run away from the power of the spiritual realm and I decided with Alice to give it a go.

We opened up our shop Black Swan a year later and so far, business had been pretty well. Whether it had just been some tourists looking for a giggle, or certifiably insane people searching to contact their long lost loved ones, we had always managed to pay the rent on time each month.

Alice and I made our way through the hoards of people and the chilly October air until we reached one our favorite Thai restaurants called the Bangkok Café. As soon as we had bought the shop we had found this place, and obviously with a name like Bangkok Café how could we resist? Yes. I was sometimes perverted. Sue me.

As we entered the Café we were met with the low chit-chat of the other customers and the warm air from the heating vent. We immediately found a table in the corner of the restaurant then Alice went to order.

"Wait! I didn't tell you what I wanted!"I said to her with a laugh.

"Oh please, I've known you for 6 years. Plus I'm psychic! Remember?" she gave me a pointed look, at which I rolled my eyes at. She walked away and I pulled off my white pea-coat to reveal my long sleeve navy blue shirt, and my favorite pair of jeans with a casual pair of brown boots. I crossed my arms in front of my chest as I sat down in my chair and waited for Alice to come back to the table.

When she finally did she came with four dishes carefully balanced on a small black tray.

"One Pad Thai, one Sesame Chicken, one order of spring rolls and one order of crab Rangoon. There. You see? I told you," Alice smiled at me brilliantly and I chuckled at her as I helped her set the tray on the table.

"You sure showed me," I stated and she just laughed with me.

I took up a pair of chopsticks and began to take from the dishes in front of me. I didn't even bother getting my own plate, I knew Alice didn't care, and I was honestly too lazy to get up and ask for my own plate.

"So, how did your date go the other night?" Alice finally asked casually as she slurped some of the pad Thai into her mouth, avoiding my gaze. I huffed and glared at her, because she was the one to actually set me up on said date.

"Awful. I am never dating anyone from Upstate ever again. He was so perverted and kept staring at my tits all night. I mean seriously, if I asked him what color my eyes were he'd probably say 34 C," I muttered darkly into my food, meanwhile Alice started to choke on her own mouthful from laughter. Yeah, laugh it up Pixie. I'll get you back one day.

I didn't like to say it, but yes, I was well… equipped. Alice told me I had a nice body and I sort of believed her. My boobs were decent size and my body was petite. I also had plain brown eyes, brown hair and an unbalanced equilibrium like you've never seen before. I was also too stubborn for my own good, and to be honest, I couldn't really say no. Unless it was something really bad… Like eating the chicken wings down at Tito's BBQ. Jesus those things were like eating the god damn sun!

"Well I'm sorry. Sometimes you have to search around before you find Mr. Right. I know I still am… But I know he's out there somewhere, just waiting for me," she said with a wistful look in her eye as she stared out the window at the gray sky. I tried not to roll my eyes and instead I snatched a piece of chicken from her side of the dish.

"I saw that, Bella," she said as she turned her eyes back to glare at me. I smiled sheepishly as I quickly chewed the chicken, "But seriously, don't you ever get that feeling? Like someone was made for you and you just have to find them?" she asked me with wide eyes.

I shrugged, "Maybe? I don't really know… I've dated enough duds to seriously start questioning the whole Soul Mate Principal."

"Tsk, tsk. Someone isn't a believer," Alice sighed and shook her head at me. I gave her a pointed look.

"Are you just realizing this?" I asked her and she groaned.

"You can be so annoying sometimes! You know that?" She growled at me and I grinned one more time as I stuffed another bite of noodles into my face.

"Yes, I did, now can you finish up so that we can get back to work?" I asked her and she looked at her food with her nose scrunched up.

"Yeah, I'm done," she said and I nodded, standing up to throw out the bowls, then I placed the tray on top of the counter in front of me. Alice met me at the door, having paid for the lunch (we switched off every day), and I noticed a tabloid magazine rolled up in her hands.

"Oh, please tell me you didn't Alice! You know those things are just full of lies and trash!" I exclaimed as we opened the doors and stepped into the brisk air once again.

"Shut up! I shall do what I want, and you will not stop me," she said to me as she hugged the magazine closer to her chest.

"Alright, whatever," I replied, slowly shaking my head. We walked back to the store in silence, although it was not an awkward one, and as I turned the Open sign back over I braced myself for more of the Spiritual idiocy I had to endure for another five hours.

"OH MY GOD! NO!" Alice screeched from the living room and I jumped a mile off the ground from my place at the kitchen counter.

"What? What is it!" I asked frantically as I dashed into the room, careful not to trip and kill myself along the way. However I did not find Alice on the ground bleeding from the head, nor did I find some kind of evidence that tragedy had struck. All I saw was the same tabloid magazine she had bought earlier, shoved in my face.

"LOOK! LOOK AT IT! ISN'T THIS HORRIBLE!" Alice screamed and glared at the blurry words that were legitimately shoved into my face. I swatted at the paper and she retracted it and stared at it with horror.

"Calm down, and tell me what has happened that has made you so upset," I said to her, knowing that she would just go ahead and tell me anyway.

"Rosalie Hale was murdered two nights ago! They just let out the news! Oh my God! She was like the Marylin Monroe of our generation! She was going to be a legend! She was so beautiful! This is so awful!" she looked as if she was about to start bawling at any moment. I debated if I should go get an umbrella from the closet for a moment then I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You didn't even know her! How can you be this upset over someone you didn't even know?" I asked her with slight amusement. I never really kept up with the tabloids. People in Hollywood just seemed self centered and egotistical and obsessed with money and I just wasn't into that kind of thing. However my words earned me a sharp glare from Alice before she crumpled onto the couch again.

"This is going to absolutely kill her father and brother. She just lost her mom three years ago too. She was scheduled to get married in two months! I just can't believe this!" Alice cried out again and I just stood staring at her for a moment.

"Right… Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to go clean up dinner and then go to bed. Because I am a normal person. And I don't grieve over people I've never met before," I said and I got myself another glare from my friend before I retreated back into the tiny kitchen.

I absolutely loved to cook. It should've been my job, however I decided that I wanted to run a business where I was sought after to talk to the dead… Nice one, Bella.

I shook my head, clearing away my thoughts as I put away the lasagna I had made tonight and put it into the fridge, I then washed the dishes and put them away before turning off the kitchen light and making my way into my bedroom. I knew that Alice had retreated into her own tiny room across the hall, and I changed quickly into a pair of flannel pants and an old High school sweatshirt. Our apartment was freezing as fuck during the night so I preferred to not freeze to death. I walked to the bathroom and did my business then washed my face and brushed my teeth then crawled into my bed and turned off the light.

My dreams were filled lasagna and tabloid articles.

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