Down On The Bayou Detective Agency - Case Files
Summary: Former FBI Special Agent Edward Cullen along former LAPD Homicide Detective and his-now-wife Bella Swan-Cullen; Hoodoo Man Sam Uley and his wife Angela Uley, who is a very powerful psychic; former Chicago Police Captain Emmett Cullen and his wife Lauren Cullen, also a very powerful psychic and sister to Angela Uley, have formed a detective agency, The Down on the Bayou Detective Agency. Come along with them as they investigate the normal, strange and unusual in their files.
Disclaimer: I do not claim the characters to be mine, only how I used them in my storyline. This is an original work of fiction and in no way portrays anyone alive or not.
A/N: I wish to thank my beta Enchanted by Twilight. my pre-readers; buggins74, AnakinsRealMom, and Gabby1017. Wouldn't be able to do this without you! I have a great team helping me bring this weirdness. Y'all make me look good.
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Case File #16
Chapter 1
Prologue
She felt him before she actually saw him. If she'd been asked to give a description of him, she wouldn't have been able to say anything other than he was tall with longish hair tied at his nape. She wouldn't have been able to say even what color his eyes were, only that they'd held her entranced as no eyes ever had before.
When he touched her, it felt as if something electric passed between his hands and her skin. When he swept her into his arms and pressed his entire body against hers, there was more than just an electric tingle; she was vibrating.
He pulled her along with him out the back door of the club into the parking lot and to a very nice looking new car. She was unaware of what the make and model of the car was. He opened the door for her and made sure she was belted into the front seat before he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side and got in.
Before he started the car, he leaned across console and gave her a searing kiss that totally erased any and all thoughts from her mind. She knew she was just staring into the darkness that surrounded them. She had no idea when he'd started the car or even what direction they were driving off in. It didn't even occur to her that she'd left her purse in the booth she'd been sitting in with her friends, or even that she'd left her own car sitting in the parking lot of the club.
She was just starting to think again when he placed his hand on the back of her neck. There was a buzzing noise and then blackness.
It wasn't until she was being carried from the car that she had any conscious thoughts. That ended when he kissed her again, deeply.
Her next thought came when she felt her clothing being removed.
Panic set in because she thought she'd been drugged, and she tried to fight a little, only to lose all will when his hands held her face, and he kissed her deeply again.
Next thing she realized was he was naked and lying on her. Her arms were above her head. She realized she couldn't move them. Then all thoughts fled once again as he began kissing down her body. Everywhere his lips touched turned cold after a moment it seemed, only to be followed by searing pain and then pure pleasure.
He paid special attention to each breast. She began to pant and started begging him to fuck her. He only laughed, telling her she wasn't ready for him yet and that he had to get more passion from her. She felt herself leaking between her thighs.
He finally got to her belly where he began to nibble on her hip bones. It tickled a little at first, but then it got painful. She tried to scream but realized he had one of his hands covering her mouth, hard.
Finally, he left her hip bones and began to nibble on her pelvic bone but stopped that before it began to hurt. His mouth then moved to the junction of her legs. It was then she realized that her legs were suspended somehow as his mouth and teeth found the inside of her thigh. He bit and sucked until she wanted to scream again. That only made him chuckle.
He opened his mouth on her center and sucked her clit into his mouth. At the same time, he grabbed her nipples and twisted them to the point of pain and then it was only his mouth on her and his tongue penetrating her center that stopped her attempt to scream.
He slowly raised himself on his arms and leaned over her body. Somehow her mouth was free again, only to be covered by his with his tongue delving deep into her mouth-she could taste herself. He pulled away with a cynical chuckle and positioned himself at her entrance.
With one swift motion, he penetrated her, not only vaginally, but anally as well.
Wait.
What?
That isn't possible was her last thought.
She felt herself getting colder and colder, and then she had no feeling at all and everything went black.
The next morning her body was discovered in the parking lot of the club she'd been at.
When the police arrived, they were baffled by what greeted them the desiccated body of a female.
The EMTs were shaking their heads and looking at each other with raised eyebrows. They wouldn't talk to the cops, not expressing any opinions at all as to why this body looked way it did.
The medical examiner was just as disturbed by the body as the EMTs had been. There was no apparent cause of death. The only thing he could tell for sure was that the body belonged to that of a female who had good teeth. It was through the teeth the identity was finally determined.
The desiccated body belonged to a twenty-five-year old college student named Jennifer Owens who'd been last seen leaving the club she and her friend had been at. The police failed in trying to get a description because no one remembered seeing the victim with anyone but a man that no one could describe other than he was tall. On that everyone agreed.
There was no way the coroner could release the body of Jennifer to her parents because there was no cause of death that could be listed on the death certificate.
The next morning, the police found two more bodies in the same desiccated state as Jennifer's, only this time it was two men.
By the end of that next week, there were seven bodies total, all in the exact same condition as Jennifer's.
The newspapers began to call the murders "The Mummy Killings" because that's exactly what the bodies resembled, mummies.
Some enterprising reporter had done a search to see if these exact conditions had occurred elsewhere in the country. They had.
It was then that the FBI finally got involved. By the end of the year, a body count of thirty five had been amassed by the "Mummy Killer."
That's when Edward Cullen was contacted in Baton Rouge by one of his past associates and quietly hired to investigate in his own special way, as the contact had called it.
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Author's ending note: Not sure as yet what the posting schedule will be as my beta and I haven't settled on it, but I do have chapter ready to go too, so I'll probably post it next Sunday as well. No promises though. One more thing, I have a Facebook Group for this story line. You came come join it here groups/384450761731560/ Hope to see you soon.