DISCLAIMER: All characters and the world of "Twilight" belong to Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing—nothing! Not even a car.
A/N This was written for the May Drabble Challenge over at The Air The Sun – Twin Peaks meets Twilight.
Enjoy!
"Sheriff Swan, the name is Cooper – Agent Dale Cooper, FBI."
Charlie looked skeptically at the tidy man standing in front of him. "I didn't call in the Feds, Agent—"
"Cooper. Seattle called me in. Now correct me if I'm wrong, Sheriff, but you've been having some problems with murders." He took a bite his jelly donut and chewed thoughtfully.
"Come into my office, Agent Cooper."
"It would be my pleasure. Now, let me tell you about a dream I had last night."
Now, Charlie wasn't one to go in for dreams and fortune telling – that had always been Renee's area - but Agent Cooper had been almost spooky in his ability to deduct secrets Charlie thought he had locked up. Now if Cooper wanted to interview the high school kids for clues to the murders, spooky dreams or not, Charlie was going to let him do it.
"So, tell me Bella – have you noticed anything unusual around Forks recently?" Agent Cooper fixed her with a purposefully blank stare.
"Um, no." Bella bit her lip.
"I don't think you're telling me the truth. Your father says you wake up screaming. And cold. Now, what could make a nice girl like you turn cold?"
"I don't know." Bella tucked her hair behind her ears and glanced uneasily at the door.
"Hold out your hands, palms down."
"What?"
Agent Cooper just stared expectantly.
Bella fidgeted with the right sleeve of her hoodie before holding both hands out – palms down. Cooper put on plastic gloves, pulled out some tweezers, and inspected her hands, finger by finger until he found what he was looking for.
"Mil gaya." He pulled a tiny scrap of paper from where it was embedded under the nail of her left ring finger and read it. "E. Now, how much do you want to bet that if I put this under the scope it will turn out to be covered in diamond dust."
"I didn't—what is—I don't understand—" Bella stood up and backed away from the table. "How did you know?"
"How long has he been coming to you at night?"
"I don't know—like, a year?"
"What do you think he does? Just watch you sleep? Young lady, he's a vampire—but not the ordinary kind. No, his kind feeds on the soul, taking things like – empathy, kindness, the ability to appreciate the arts…"
Bella fainted as the full horror of her situation sunk in.
She was in the Black Lodge. Thick red curtains hung from the ceiling. Jazz music played from somewhere. She peeked through a hole in the fabric.
Bella saw herself, dressed in white, talking to Edward. His brightness dazzled the other her but from back behind the curtain she was the empty void surrounding them—there. Dust piled around her feet. Everyone was dead.
Edward smirked at her as he reached down to rip the other Bella's heart from her chest.
"She doesn't need this anymore. She has me."
Bella screamed.