Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Never will.
Summary: Tramatic events in the past lead Isabella Swan to be a top selling author. Yet, when a crazed fan begins to commit the murders in her books, agent Cullen must step in.
Warnings: Dark themes. Lemons.
Words Right Off The Page.
Prolouge.
A young girl, no older than twelve ran down the street in Forks, excited to tell her parents of her first day in junior high. Finally she was in grade seven, and no longer considered a child. She was radiating pride and happiness, it was so strong it could have been bottled.
Her brown hair bounced fluidly and her brown eyes shone brighter at the sight of the police cruiser in the driveway. Her father had managed to get off duty early to meet her.
Her mother had died during child birth, and all she had left was Charlie, her overprotective father. He may have been hard on her sometimes, but she loved him for all he was worth.
She winced at the creaking of the old wood door.
"Dad?"
Poking her head inside, she heard the sound of the latest baseball game coming from the TV.
She pulled off her worn down sneakers and slowly made her way into the house, calling out for her father once again.
It was out of character for him not to answer her calls. She could only assume he was upstairs in the bathroom, or perhaps was in the backyard near the forest.
That was until a loud banging noise knocked her from her thoughts.
She jumped so high, it would set records in the olympics as loud shouts rang through the hallways.
"Where is she?"
She covered her mouth to keep from screaming.
"Get out of here now!"
Another loud bang and a gunshot.
She turned her head towards the gun holster on the wall. The gunshot was not from her father.
"One more time,WHERE IS SHE!"
"I-, S-She's at a sleepover..."
Another gunshot as tears flowed from the scared and confused brown eyes.
Summoning her courage she made her way towards the stairs. She slowly climbed up, making sure not to hit the ones that creaked.
Knowing her fathers room was at the end of the hall, she took a deep breath as she tip-toed towards the room.
"You know Charlie, you could've made this easy. Yet, all those lies coming from your mouth make me wonder why any one would believe you."
She peaked through the slightly ajar door and covered her mouth to silence a scream.
Her father was lying on the ground, two gunshots in his stomach, and his leg looked broken. She looked up to see the black barrel of a gun against his cheek.
"Maybe we should get rid of all those lies, in a filthy dirty way."
Soon the barrel of the gun made it's way into her father's mouth.
"Isabella will be mine one day Charlie, and without you here, there's no one to protect her," the attacker stated as he licked his lips.
The young girl locked eyes with her father as Charlie's eyes widened.
"Goodbye Charlie."
One gunshot later, and the room was painted in a fresh coat of blood.
This time, she couldn't hold back her scream.
The murderer turned his head towards the door as brown eyes became wide as saucers.
"Well, look whose home."
She gasped and ran down the stairs as fast as her legs would carry her.
"Come now I only want to play."
She sobbed hard as she tried to see through her tears.
She reached for the doorknob at the door and found it to be locked.
"You're my snack pumpkin."
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A/N: Remember this is only a prolouge. Most chapters will be between 2500-3000 words.
Also Bella will be ooc. Edward will have a slight ooc as well.
Flames will be used to burn all the vampires I don't like.
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