Okay this is a different type of story for me-twisting twilight into a psychotic thriller instead of a romance type thing...It will be a femslash eventually I just haven't decided if I want Bella with Alice or Rosalie.

I apologize beforehand for any mistakes this story is unbeta-ed and the character's are the property of Stephanie Meyer.

Read and Enjoy~

It was happening again.

I sighed, exhaling oxygen out of pale trembling lips.

"Another person died." I breathed quietly, knowing that everyone in the house could hear me. The perks of being immortal were endless. Superior hearing was just one of many highly attuned senses we had. Courtesy of being a vampire-thank you Carlisle.

The words had barely escaped my lips when I found myself surrounded by my coven-which, as of right now consisted of Rosalie, Jasper, Emmet, and Edward-my adopted siblings. Carlisle was engrossed in hospital work, and therefore unavailable. The matriarch of our little coven- Esme was no doubt flitting from store to store looking for replacement furniture. Emmet's rough housing had totaled yet another couch-clumsy goofball.

"Did you have a vision? I thought you said you couldn't see the murderer, so you couldn't see his victims either." Jasper said softly, his accent thickening as he became more concerned. I let his soothing voice caress my beast and I edged towards him. Jasper intuitively knew that I craved contact right now. I needed him. His wiry arms reached out for me and I melded against him.

"Jasper's right. Your visions are subjective Alice, and you said when all these murders started that the person responsible is not making any decisions." Edward interjected running a hand through his sex hair.

I shook my head negatively as I relaxed in Jasper's embrace. "I said I couldn't see the culprit in my visions, not that they weren't making any decisions." I corrected my mind reading brother. His only response was an undignified snort.

And that piss poor attitude right there dear Edward is why Jasper is my favorite.

Edward scowled at my thoughts.

I gave him an adorably innocent look.

"I don't get it Ali-cat. If you can't see the murderer than how did you know someone else died?" Emmet asked his brow furrowed in confusion. Rosalie said nothing but leaned back against her husband mirroring my position with Jasper. A very perturbed expression marred her features.

"I've been watching everyone in Forks. It's difficult focusing on so many people, and paying attention to their every little decision but it paid off. I saw this person decide to run and than meet an untimely demise a second later."

"Finally." Rosalie grunted shaking her head.

I visibly saw her relief, or perhaps it was Jasper's settle heavily over the room. We were sick of seeing the people of Forks Washington getting picked off one by one by some obscure supernatural force. For the past three months people have been dying mysteriously. A string of cold blooded murders had everyone in this town on edge. The humans were terrified, and even my coven of immortal blood sucking vampires were concerned.

What manner of beast managed to avoid detection from the police force, a vampire coven, and a werewolf pack?

It was completely unheard of.

"Well who died?" Jasper asked after a moment of prolonged silence.

I grimaced, unable to hide the hint of grief that crossed my expression. My most recent vision was still so raw. Unbidden the image danced across my thoughts. Disfigured corpse. Blood everywhere. Broken bones. Dull lifeless eyes gazing back at me. Almost choked by the graphic picture I closed my eyes. "Benjamin Montgomery." I rasped.

"Ben? Angela's Ben?" Rosalie's question hung in the air robbing every one of words.

Mutely my family gazed at each other.

Angela was one of the rare humans we could tolerate. She was introverted, shy, and incredibly intelligent. Unlike most of the adolescent population of Forks she actually had some morals. She was a good person, and soon-she was going to find out her boyfriend was dead.

She was going to be devastated.

"We have to stop this." Edward growled.

"And how do you suggest we do that Edward?" Rosalie asked glaring frostily at him. "We've been unsuccessful at tracking this thing so far. It slips in and out of Forks like a wraith and leaves decapitated body parts behind. There's no scent anywhere, no sign of forced entry anywhere, no evidence of anyone being with the victims except the fact that they're a mangled puddle of human flesh afterwards. What are we supposed to do exactly?" She hissed, getting to her feet. Emmet wrapped a protective arm around her waist watching Edward warily.

They were all tense, and Rosalie was furious.

"We can't sit and do nothing." Edward said tightly, his posture rigid.

I sighed airily, and gracefully stepped between my temperamental siblings. Peace keeper thy name is Alice. "Look, maybe we can't but Carlisle and Esme might be able to. They have close to 200 hundred years of experience on us. They must know someone able to help." I pointed out logically, hoping to deter the oncoming fight.

I could see Rosalie kept debating on whether or not she should strangle Edward.

The thought was funny, but I wasn't about to advocate violence-not now. Not when we needed to be a single cooperative unit. We had bigger problems than Edward. Contrary to popular belief crying and glaring murderously at people didn't solve the issue.

I felt Edward's glare switch to me, no doubt hearing my stray thoughts.

I waved him off lazily.

You are incredibly moody Eddie. It could be because you're emotionally constipated all the time-all those repressed urges, and what not jumbled up into one big wad of sex hair. your life would probably be so much more fulfilling if you went and got laid. Being celibate for 150 years can't be healthy. I rambled internally. For a second I almost forgot the severity of the situation. Edward's enraged expression gave me a sense of levity, and I relaxed a little.

"Alice I'll call Carlisle. Maybe he does know someone that can help."

I nodded encouragingly at Jasper. "Good call Jazz." I cheered brightly. Fluidly I removed myself from his lap so he could go make the call.

He smiled reluctantly and sent a wave of calm towards the family. I felt myself breathing easier despite the fact that my lungs hadn't worked in over a century.

"Me and Emmet will track down Esme." Rosalie said evenly gliding out of the room with her bear like husband trailing behind her. Emmet didn't even protest just allowed himself to be dragged away. Being eternally loved and whipped will do that to a man.

"Beautiful." I nodded serenely at them, noting how everyone found something to do. A split second later I blinked and only myself and Edward were left in the living room. I quirked an eyebrow at him-his chiseled features creased a little-the Edward equivalent of a pout.

"Have you seen if we'll catch this….monster?"

"No. The future is unclear." I replied.

I hated being blind, and nothing was more exhausting than looking for a future I couldn't see. Something was going to happen, but I didn't know what or when. My gift still worked but anything involving the Fork's murders or the murderer was hidden from was so frustrating.

"We'll just have to wait and see." Edward concluded sighing wearily.

He was right.

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An hour later the entire Cullen Coven was assembled in the living room. I sat perched on the arm of a couch by Rosalie and Emmet. On the adjoining seats Jasper sat reclining by a very solemn looking Edward. Pacing the marble floors Carlisle stalked back and forth, a frown marring his perfect features. Esme hovered next to him, concern darkening her gaze.

"I'm so sorry Carlisle." His mate said gently drawing the Coven leader to her. He allowed himself to be embraced his troubled features relaxing a fraction.

"Ben died today." He said tiredly shaking his head. His amber eyes flickered to Jasper for a second. "When you called me-I was in the middle of telling his parents that he wasn't going to make it. Major arteries had been severed, and so I couldn't slow the bleeding long enough to give him a blood transfusion. The damage was so severe-I've never seen anything like it." Carlisle said in bewilderment.

"Alice had a vision about Ben today." Edward asserted.

Carlisle blinked, absorbing this new information before turning sharply to me. "Alice is this true? You saw Ben?"

I nodded.

"Did you by any chance see who killed him?" Carlisle asked calmly, his stern expression never wavering.

"No. I still can't see who did it. I didn't see Ben die, just saw his decision to run and then his…corpse." I trailed off unhappily. I see dead people.

The Sixth sense had nothing on me.

"I see." Carlisle muttered.

"Carlisle do you know anyone who might have a clue about what the hell is going on?" Rosalie ground out, her beautiful face transforming in correlation with her anger.

"hrm." The Coven leader's lips pursed thoughtfully. "Maybe." He stood up suddenly blurring over to the phone. We all watched in silence as he dialed a number conspicuously.

"Hello?"

A deep gravelly voice said on the other end.

"Billy."

We ask for help and he calls Billy Black? Dammit Carlisle. I cursed my surrogate's father's sense of fairness-not for the first time. One of Carlisle Cullen's greatest attributes and flaws was his ingrained belligerence. He felt obligated to involve our furry rivals in this. Forks was their home too and he wanted to exhaust the local resources before he resorted to calling any outside contacts.

Billy was a Quileute elder whose hatred for vampires was no secret.

He loathed us as did everyone else in his infernal tribe.

"What do you want Cullen?" Billy asked, his voice dropping an octave in annoyance.

Carlisle ignored the poorly masked anger directed towards him and addressed his concerns. "Billy I'd like to discuss these murders that have been happening recently."

Silence answered him. There was some shuffling on the other end.

"Billy?" Carlisle prompted lightly.

"What about the murders? Chief Swan didn't mark them as a homicide, or manslaughter. He said it was the work of a wild animal-a bear perhaps."

The answer was unsatisfactory. Carlisle's grip tightened minutely around the cordless phone and he closed his eyes as if in thought. "Billy." He breathed after a second of tense silence. "That was not the work of a bear."

"What are you saying?" Billy asked warily.

Rosalie snorted muttering something about stupid mongrels. Carlisle sent her a cutting look before responding verbally."I'm saying that something unnatural is killing these people. It's not a bear. It's not a vampire. It's not even a werewolf. I don't know what it is." Carlisle admitted quietly.

More silence answered him, and by this time I was getting frustrated at the elder's Quileute's lack of response. Communication was key right now and Billy was being insanely difficult. After another minute of no talking I finally heard a muffled curse.

"Carlisle did you see the body?" Billy asked, his voice strained.

"Yes. It looked like something out of a horror film. Arteries were torn apart, lacerations and gashes covered the torsos, limbs were hanging only by the muscle sinews in long thin strands. It was so…morbid." The Coven leader winced-his voice almost cracking at the end. Esme leaned into her mate using her presence to comfort him and he wrapped his free arm around her, resting his head on her shoulder. It took effort to keep one's composure all the time, and Carlisle's was a reserve one could only master with several centuries of discipline.

Seeing him so affected by death was unusual. That, if nothing else conveyed the magnitude of these murders. We had to stop them

"Damn." Billy said gruffly. "It definitely wasn't one of the pack and you're sure it wasn't a vampire that did this?"

"Positive. A scent would have been left behind or at least the indention of fangs, but there was nothing. Do you have any idea what else could do this sort of damage?" Carlisle asked the question we were all wondering.

There was only a slight pause this time before he answered. "I might have an inkling." He replied slowly shocking us. "But I can't be sure unless I see the body. Is it at the mortuary now?"

"Yes. Ben was being looked at by the chief medical examiner earlier today. They will keep his body for a couple of days in order to do a more thorough examination, but as it's getting dark outside his body will be unattended for the night. We can go take a look now if you have the time?"

Billy hummed thoughtfully. "Will that be a breach of the treaty?"

Emmet slammed a fist into the side of his chair, cracking the smooth oak with his vampire strength. "Hell yeah it will! If we even cross the border they'd try and use us for a chew toy! Why should invite them to our territory?"

Rosalie entwined her fingers with his unclasping his fist from the broken arm chair. "Esme's going to kill you." She murmured enjoying the look of pure panic that crossed her mate's features. As if to emphasize her point a soft growl rumbled from Esme's lips. All of us stiffened, and I prepared to leap out the window. Esme never growled when she did it was terrifying. Emmet with all of his bulk tried to hide behind his mate, who sent our mother a wooden look before focusing on Emmet again. "Relax Em she won't kill you maybe just maim you a little and you know the treaty doesn't work that way."

"Rose has a point. The treaty forbids us from crossing onto their land, not the other way around." Jasper drawled.

Carlisle sighed at their antics. "Enough." He murmured at vampire speed so Billy couldn't hear him. "No Billy the treaty still stands and that will work out just fine." He said turning his attention back to the elder Quileute. "We'll meet you at the mortuary in fifteen minutes."

"Will do Cullen."'

Then the only thing on the other end was the dial tone.

Silently Carlisle placed the phone back on the hook.

Good grief.

This was a monumentally bad idea. Convoluting with an ancient handicapped werewolf-he wasn't temperamental like the rest of the puppies on the reservation but he was still dangerous, crippled and all.

I bit my lip anxiously. "Carlisle what if he has no idea what's going on?"

"Then we'll have to think of something else."

I blinked at the optimistic answer.

Lovely.

"Who's going to the mortuary?" Edward asked staring intently at Carlisle. The edges of our coven leader's mouth turned upwards into a tired smile. Vampires couldn't get tired but mental exhaustion was still possible.

I piped up quickly. "I'm going."

"I suppose I'll tag along too then." Jasper volunteered dipping his head genially at me. I smiled softly.

I could always count on Jasper. Chivalrous by nature, a girl couldn't ask for a better man at her side. He was my best friend…and sometimes lover. His presence would ground me over the next couple of hours.

Edward crossed his arms, frowning. "I'd rather not associate with Billy." He shifted uncomfortably, his lips pursing in irritation. "None of those dogs are very good at controlling their thoughts. It's always. Vampire. Kill it. Grrrrrrr." He mock growled making a pitiful werewolf impression.

Emmet dissolved into raucous laughter, and I cracked a small smile.

Even Carlisle looked amused. "I'm sure it's not that bad Edward." Our coven leader chuckled then glanced around the room. With painstaking slowness he got to his feet. "Very well then-shall we go?" He asked nodding at me.

I bounced to my feet, blurring over to Jasper and yanking him upwards as well. "Yep let's go."

Smiling at my impatience Jazz purposely dragged his feet so he was trailing behind me. "After you ma'am." He said courteously. I glided in front of him smirking a bit. Any person would recognize his gestures as gentlemanly. Jasper-after all was the embodiment of everything genteel. However not many people knew this exceedingly beautiful man like I did. Very few knew he had an impish side.

Despite the seriousness of this situation he still managed to make me grin.

I know exactly why he is drifting behind me.

"Stop looking at my ass Jazz and let's go." I giggled, sauntering into the garage.

Behind me I heard his smooth velvety laugh confirming my suspicions. "As you wish." He murmured. We both amble into my Porsche smiling like we weren't about to go examine a dismembered human body.

The thought immediately sobers me. Jasper notices my change in mood and places a hand on my thigh. He gives me a comforting squeeze. "I'm okay." I lie to him. The look of disbelief I receive afterwards indicates that I am a horrible liar. Next to us I hear Carlisle sliding into his car, and I turn my attention back to the situation at hand.

I wasn't okay.

I wanted to know what the consequences of today were going to be, and if we were going to catch the killer. I wanted to know if my family was going to be okay-if Forks was going to be okay. Instead the only certainty I could derive from today was that something bad was going to happen.

Something terrible.

I couldn't see the future right now but I could feel it, in the tension circumventing my muscles, in my unbeating heart, right down to the venom rushing through my veins-nothing good was going to come of this mortuary visit.

Absentmindedly I pulled out of the driveway, rocketing down the street after Carlisle.

"Alice."

I cocked my head to the side at my name but never turned my focus away from the road.

"Darling, you know it's going to work out right?" Jasper's asked, his endearing Southern twang distracting me from driving. I glanced sideways at him. What could I say to that? No I don't think this is going to work out. Something bigger and badder than a vampire is killing people. We don't know what it is or how to stop it.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"Yeah." I mumbled. "It always does."

Even to me those words sounded hollow.

"It will." He said more firmly. I glanced at him in surprise. He was always realistic-strategizing and planning every move he made carefully. He would never pit his family against impossible odds, so for him to say it will work out so casually he must actually believe it.

"Alright Jazz." I said softly agreeing with him.

More optimistic than before, it was with a tentative grin I pulled into the mortuary driveway. Loathe to waste time I slipped the car into park and hopped out of the driver's seat. I slammed the door shut and blurred to the entrance. Jasper shadowed me following me to the door where Carlisle was waiting.

Together we peered out into the darkness.

Where was Billy?

"It appears he's not here yet." Carlisle stated, his amber eyes flicking back and forth across the parking lot.

"What's taking so long? Does he understand the gravity of the situation?" I grumbled unhappily. Only a bloody werewolf would take his sweet time while innocent humans were dying. Weren't they supposed to be the protector's of the mortal race? They suck at their job.

"Alice it's not like Billy was driving 180 miles per hour like us. He probably is arriving at a human pace" Jasper said calmly.

"Humans are ridiculously slow." I sighed, running a hand through my uneven locks, a gesture I no doubt picked up from Edward.

"Or perhaps you're just…inhumanly fast."

I glared at him crossing my arms petulantly across my chest.

"I don't appreciate your logic right now."

Instead of falling on the ground beseeching me for my forgiveness, Jasper simply arched one slender brow. "Because it's logical?" He smirked.

My glare darkened significantly. Question me will you? A bright evil smile crossed my face. "No because it's illogically logical, and ingeniously stupid."

Jasper blinked. "…What?"

"Exactly." I said proudly.

Silly Jasper. If you can't convince someone you're right than confuse them. The end result is you can still win.

"He's here." Carlisle interrupted our banter smoothly. In the midst of flirting and trying to one up each other we had purposely tuned out our surroundings. With enough practice any vampire could learn to filter out inconsequential sounds the same way a human could. Engrossed with each other we had missed out the arrival of Billy Black.

We watched as he unloaded his wheel chair from his rustmobile.

"That car needs to be destroyed." My nose wrinkled in disgust.

An old Chevrolet that had gone out of style in the 1950's sat taunting me as Billy rolled over to us.

"It's a classic." Jazz defended the ancient car.

I tore my gaze away from the metal scrap heap, and glanced at Jasper disbelievingly. "It's junk. You're not gonna say it has character next are you?" I asked horrified at his taste in vehicles.

He snorted. "Hardly."

Love you too Jazz.

"Cullens." Billy Black's grim visage was a sight for sore eyes. He had finally rolled over to us and sat glancing anxiously at the assembled vampires. He looked incredibly old. Every line in his face told of some sordid experience that marked him. Billy Black had earned his wrinkles and his wheel chair. He wore his age proudly. Being old meant he had survived to be an adult and that was something to be proud of in his tribe.

"Billy." Carlisle replied evenly.

"Why are so many of you here?" Billy asked his voice coloring with suspicion.

Ha. He must feel surrounded-3 vampires and one very old werewolf.

The odds were not in his favor.

"They were both curious nothing more." Carlisle reassured without missing a beat.

"Right…" Billy grunted shaking his head. Clearly he didn't believe anything Carlisle had to say. He was channeling too much of his Shun the vampire attitude. If that was the case why was he even here? Still eyeing the Cullens like they were annoying cockroaches he couldn't step on Billy turned towards the mortuary. "Are we going inside?"

"Yes-one minute." Carlisle appeared in front of the door at vampire speed. With a few practiced flicks of his wrist he broke the lock and the door swung open.

"Breaking and entering, of course…" Billy deadpanned. His expression reflected his disgust with the entire situation.

I hummed lightly before slipping inside. It's not like any of us had the keys to this place. We weren't doing this for fun. Violating the law was a necessary evil. He was overreacting and treating us like we were insatiable delinquents breaking the law for thrills. He was so delightfully misinformed and his reaction was completely unwarranted. It's not like our hobby of choice was ripping people's jugular's out and despoiling virgins. Supposedly that went out of style sometime in the Dark ages. My preferred hobby was spending obscene amounts of money on fashionable clothes and accessories.

Which for the most part is a completely harmless form of entertainment.

"Can werewolves get an aneurism?" Jasper muttered at vampire speed.

I fought back a giggle and grabbed his hand, twining our fingers together. "He might be the first one ever."

Behind us Carlisle paused in his conversation with the elder to reprimand us. "Behave you two. This is a very delicate situation." He murmured at vampire speed before talking normally again.

Momentarily chastised we fell silent, the only noise in the mortuary was Billy's wheel cheer scraping against the tile floor.

That single sound was eerie in this damning place, in the home of so many dead bodies.

I felt myself instinctively inching closer to Jasper.

"Okay it's just around the corner." Carlisle announced loudly.

He was present when Ben was dropped off here so of course he would know where his body was being kept. I stopped breathing completely as the smell of decayed bodies and stale blood became more prominent. Carlisle moved around us and walked to a single metal door. He paused in front of it and glanced back over his shoulder at us.

"Prepare yourself." He warned.

My grip tightened around Jasper's hand and I nodded hesitantly.

I was as ready as I would ever be.

Nodding once at Billy, Carlisle creaked open the door and stepped inside.

As soon as the door swung open my senses were immediately assaulted by the scent of blood. My eyes widened a fraction and I had to fight back a thunderous growl that threatened to escape my chest. Even without breathing I could still taste that sweet metallic liquid on the edge of my lips. I could smell it invading my nose and even though it was stale and quickly losing it's allure-it was still somewhat fresh. It still held a certain appeal.

Next to me I felt Jasper stiffen and grip my hand almost painfully.

Without looking I knew his eyes were completely black.

"Get out of here Jazz." I whispered to him, my voice rough. The effort to it took to stay in control made talking difficult.

I heard a rustle, followed by a soft growl than Jasper was gone.

My own onyx gaze trailed back to the room and I followed Carlisle and Billy inside.

Besides the scent of blood the stench of bleach, and sterilization overwhelmed me. I took one ragged breath ignoring how the blood was calling to me and forced myself to relax. When I felt less likely to succumb to bloodlust I slowly drank in the scene before me.

Billy Black sat unmoving in his chair staring aghast at something in front of us.

Carlisle stood next to him staring forlornly in the same direction.

Reluctantly I forced myself to look at what had enraptured their attention so thoroughly.

I was not prepared for the disturbing sight in front of me. My vision did not prepare me for this at all.

"Holy shit." I gasped unable to think of a more dignified response. My hands clenched into trembling fists. "Carlisle." My voice failed me, and the words came out an agonized whisper.

Billy laughed shakily, his face ashen. "For once we're of the same mind leech."

The insult to my vampiric nature barely registered. I was still trying to recover from what my perfect vision was seeing. There in front of us were the remains of Ben Montgomery. Carlisle had grossly exaggerated the nature of his wounds. This wasn't graphic. This was sick. Even to a vampire. There was blood everywhere. His face was unrecognizable, deprived of skin and covered in red. His chest was ripped open from his sternum to his pelvic region. Entrails hung limply off the side of the table, dripping single tears of blood onto the floor. His legs were broken into two unnatural angles with visible bones jutting out from the skin.

If I were a human I would have thrown up.

As it was I was felt horrified and forced myself to look away.

"What the hell would do something like this?" I asked my voice hitching at the end. I sounded like I was on the verge of tears, and I knew very well I couldn't cry. Carlisle put a comforting hand on my shoulder. I shook my head stepping away from him. I needed more than that right now. "Jasper." I called out loud enough so he could he hear me outside.

His name had barely left my lips when my favorite blonde headed vampire blurred into existence in front of me. Without saying a word his eyes darted around the room looking for potential threats. His gaze landed on the disfigured body and lingered there. After a second he blanched.

His lip curled back in anger or in disgust and without any prompting he enveloped me in a hug-wrapping his arms around my waist. "It's alright Alice." That didn't stop the utter horror I was experiencing but it did calm my beast that was telling me to either run or go find and kill the murderer.

Billy shook his head slowly."It wasn't human. I can't even blame you because I've never seen a vampire capable of this type of cruelty either.I…I was hoping I was wrong about this and it was a vampire but this…" he trailed off hoarsely. I noticed his eyes misting over, and his hands were shaking. Not even his prejudice for us could overpower the emotion he was feeling right now. The elder Quileute closed his eyes, and took a couple of moments together himself. When he spoke again his voice was hard. "Carlisle. Do you have one of those stupid cellular devices?"

Jasper made an amused sound in the back of his throat. "He can't just call it a cell phone?" He chuckled, his chest vibrating. With painstaking slowness I relaxed against him.

I know he was trying to add levity to the situation but now wasn't the time.

"He's old." I shrugged carelessly.

Sensitive to my dark mood Jasper fell silent, calming me with his ability as best he could.

"Yes I have one." Carlisle reached into his pocket dragging out an Iphone. He handed it to Billy who refused to take it from his hand.

"I don't know how to use one of those." Billy admitted reluctantly. "Could you…call this number for me please?"

Wow courtesy-politeness. I wonder how much it irked him to ask a vampire nicely for something. He's probably mentally kicking himself right now. Okay, I needed to stop-I was being rude.

"Of course." Carlisle said good-naturedly.

"602-743-1055"

Speedily Carlisle dialed the number, and we all waited patiently as the phone rang. After two rings Carlisle handed it to Billy who held the offending object as far away from himself as possible. Oh no! Vamp germs! I glared at the Quileute elder. Feeling my heated glare the ancient wolf met my gaze. Unruly furball.

Jasper hugged me closer and dipped his face down to my neck so his lips were brushing against my ear. "Relax Alice. He's been prejudiced for a very long time. Old dogs can't learn new tricks."

Ornery I buried my face into his shoulder grumbling obscenities.

This day has been very taxing so far.

"Hello?" Billy's baritone filled the bare room, his gravelly voice echoing off the walls.

There was a crash on the other end followed by the breaking of glass.

"Fuck you Bella Swan!" A shrill feminine voice screamed from the other end of the phone.

"Baby I told you we weren't exclusive from the beginning." A very amused breathless woman cooed before there was another loud crash.

"I thought you were being difficult and you would change your mind, but no you're a fucking heartless selfish bitch!" Everyone was staring at the phone now when another loud crash made me wince.

"What in the world?" I blinked.

There was a heartfelt groan, and the instigator of all this drama-Bella huffed irritably. "Look! I know you're pissed off, but could you stop being a crazy ass and breaking my stuff? I'm kind of on the phone right now." She grumbled. "Fucking psycho. Hello."

"You haven't even seen crazy yet. Maybe I should go after your ass instead!"

"Oh shit." Bella cursed, and we all flinched when there was another questionable boom and the sound of glass shattering.

Billy just looked at the phone shell shocked.

Obviously he wasn't expecting that unusual greeting. There were a few seconds of nothing but exhausted panting before that same amused voice filtered through the phone again. "Hey hey! Sorry about that I was dealing with a very angry, and very violent female. Who may I ask is calling?"

After a second of staring blankly at the phone, Billy sighed morosely. "Bella it's Billy."

There was a short intake of breath on the other line. "…Billy Black?"

"The very same." Billy replied, a perplexed expression crossing his face. "It's been a long time Bella."

"That it has-to what do I owe the pleasure? You never call me. I wasn't even aware you knew how to use a phone."

"I don't, but this is an emergency. I need your help Bella."

A contemplative sound echoed from the phone. "My help?"

"Yes some things have been happening in Forks-things I can't explain." Billy clarified shaking his head. "This is completely out of my hands, and I don't know who else to ask. People are being murdered Bella."

There was a short silence than in a much more serious tone Bella asked. "That's not unusual. People are killed every day. Are you sure the one responsible isn't from that supernatural circus you have over there? You're positive this falls under my jurisdiction?"

"Yes-I can feel it." Billy said his face still grave.

Bella sighed sharply and grumbled something under her breath. "Fine. I'll be there in a couple of days. Just try and keep everyone relatively safe. I don't want a headache because half the town got killed off."

"Thank you."

"Yeah. You owe me. You know how I feel about Forks."

Billy's lips twitched. "You said it was a supernatural hell hole that should be burned to the ground."

"My opinion hasn't changed." I could practically hear the smirk in her voice. Who was this strange woman? "I'll talk to you later Billy I have preparations to make now."

"Goodbye Bella." He hung up the phone and tossed it to Carlisle who caught it in one hand.

I quirked an eyebrow at the relieved looking elder. He looked a lot less disturbed now than he had a couple of seconds ago. Unable to stand there without knowing what was going on I nodded at Billy.

"What was that about?"

"I called an expert." Billy's lined face creased in thought. "I have no idea how she'll get here though. Last time I checked she had no transportation. No car, no motorcycle, bike, or moped-nothing. She couldn't possibly decide to walk though, could she?" Billy mused out loud to himself.

"Billy what type of expert is she? Who is Bella Swan?"

The Quileute elder grew uncharacteristically quiet. His gaze wandered to the floor. "Tell me…Cullens. Do you believe in ghosts?"

Um.

Only one thought swirled like a tourniquet spinning endlessly through the surface of my mind.

I see dead people.

I see dead people

I see dead people.

But not their ghosts.

…..That explains why I didn't see this coming.

Good lord this was a long first chapter, but yeah any comments? Thoughts? How do you feel about the characters? Too OC or decent? Next chapter coming soon probably in Bella's Pov.

R and R