AN: Okay. New story. This was originally a 5000-10,000 word oneshot for the WONDERFUL Houdini's Box from FGB. However, 10,000 words would have easily been surpassed in this story. So I talked to her about the possibility of writing an entire story about it. She agreed. The prompt was Carlisle/Bella/Garrett, but no Garrett/Carlisle loving. I agreed and my mind went to work. I've been prereading for JandMsMommy on Seven Day Weekend, and the inspiration struck me. I got approval for this idea before writing it.
Now, I'm not going to lie. This is going to be a DARK story. Carlisle is a serial killer. Now, for the record, a serial killer is someone who kills more than three people, one at a time, in a short span of time. This story is going to tell the story of 23 victims over 3 years. If you don't like the way I portray Carlisle in this story, the simple solution is to not read it. I'm not going to lie and tell you that Carlisle is a good man. He's not. He's a monster.
Thank you to Beegurl13 for beta-ing this. I think I made her one of the happiest people in the world when I decided to set the story in Phoenix. Yep, that's where my Beta lives. Of course, thanks to Houdini's Box for purchasing me and letting me write pretty much whatever I wanted. Then there is my pre-reader JaspersBella. That girl will tell me to write anything as long as she gets to read it. And she always tells me when I've gone too far or I haven't gone far enough. Finally, Thanks to JandMsMommy for reading the first part of the story. When I first came up with the idea, I sent her the first part of the chapter. She told me it was amazing and to run with it. So I owe so much to her for that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Yeah, SM owns that. I never will. I don't even own the Apocalyptica song that I quote in here.
Warning: I told you. It's dark. Carlisle is a killer. There are lemons. So basically if you don't want to see him painted in that picture, don't read it. Also, I'm all about being of age. So if you can't buy the porn, don't read the porn.
Jasper Whitlock
As I walked into the precinct, I knew what I was about to do. I knew people would hurt forever because of me. I knew people were already hurting because of me. But I needed to tell the truth about what had happened.
People knew about Jeffrey Dahmer. Ted Bundy was notorious. Even Aileen Wuornos was known for killing people. People would learn the story of Bella and Carlisle. They'd think I was a monster. They'd think I did what I did for shits and giggles, but it wasn't true. I did it for love. Well, what I thought was love.
At one point, I truly believed Carlisle loved me. I'd do anything for him—it was the reason I did what I did. I helped him when no one else would.
What I soon learned was that it wasn't love. He was controlling, he was manipulative, and he was a bastard. Yet still I loved him.
The first time he told me to go find someone I wanted to sleep with, I looked at him in horror. He couldn't possibly want me to sleep with another guy. When I told him I didn't want anyone else except for him, he said that there was always someone else I wanted. Every girl wanted someone else. He was giving me my fantasy.
I shook my head, and walked to the desk in front.
"How can I help you, Ma'am?" the officer asked. I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the words that were about to come out of my mouth.
"I need to talk to someone about the Paradise Valley Murderer." The man in front of me gasped. He led me through the building and to the desk of a Detective Masen.
"Yo, Mase. You got a girl here to talk about Paradise Valley," he called. I took a seat at the desk. A few minutes later, a man with bronze hair and green eyes approached me. He looked tired and almost overwhelmed. I knew it was because Carlisle had dropped off another body yesterday.
He stuck out his hand, and I shook it wearily. He introduced himself as Edward Masen. He had been assigned to the Paradise Valley case since it had started a few years ago. I knew that this was the man I needed to talk to. He'd know if I was lying because he knew the details almost as well as I did.
"What details do you have on the Paradise Valley Murderer that I don't already have?" he asked. I shook my head and laughed darkly.
"You're looking at half of them," I said. The man grabbed his notebook, a digital recorder, and led me to a confession room.
I took a seat and looked him square in the eyes. This man wanted to close this case, he was ready for the torture to be over. I agreed with him, it needed to be done. Carlisle needed to be stopped.
"Before I tell you anything, I'm only asking for one thing. I'm going to go to jail, I don't question that. The only thing I want is to not die. I will gladly spend my life behind bars."
"I can't promise anything, but assuming what you do tell us is true, then I'm sure we can accommodate you on that." He pushed the record button and began the interrogation.
"State your name and age."
"Isabella Marie Swan-Cullen. I'm 24 years old."
"When is your birthday?"
"September 13th."
"Now, what do you know about the Paradise Valley Murderer?" he asked. In that moment, I was transported three years into the past.
I met Carlisle when I was 21. It was my birthday. We were at a club, and he ordered me a shot of Southern Comfort. I smiled and thanked him before starting up a conversation.
After the shot, my friends encouraged me to go for it with Carlisle. Their opinion was that it was my birthday. I could do what I wanted. I agreed with them. So without hesitation, I continued to move forward in my one night stand with him.
He was handsome. His blue eyes pierced through me. Then there was the blonde hair. It was so soft when I ran my fingers through it.
That was the first night I slept with Carlisle Cullen.
After that, things were a blur. I wasn't expecting any of what happened to happen. Six months after our initial meeting, Carlisle and I were married. He treated me like a princess, showering me with gifts. He was the best surgeon in Phoenix, so I was never left wanting anything.
Then it started—the horror movie my life had turned into began. He suggested I find a man to seduce and bring back to the house. Once I was sure he was completely okay with the idea, I finally went along with it.
The music was loud, the bar was dark, and everyone was having a good time. I looked around the bar and found the guy I wanted.
He was about six foot two, with golden blond curls that hung to just under his ears. His eyes were a bright green. He was the most gorgeous man I had seen since I found Carlisle.
I walked up to the bar next to him and ordered a margarita. When I caught his eye, I gave him a shy smile. As the bartender walked up with my drink, the man next to me told the bartender to put it on his tab.
"Hi, I'm Bella," I said as I extended my hand.
"Jasper Whitlock." He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips.
For the next hour and a half, we sat around just drinking and talking. When S.O.S. By Apocalyptica started to play, I pulled him onto the dance floor with me.
The song wasn't fast, but it was just wanted I needed to get him to play. My hips were swaying in time with the song, and he was going along with every move I made.
Does it feel good tonight
Hurt me with nothing
Some sort of sick satisfaction
You get from mind fucking
As the words played over the speakers, Jasper leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't lost on me that the lyrics described exactly what I was doing to him, but I pushed it away from my mind.
The kiss molded from being sweet and sensual to forceful and needy. My hands were in Jasper's hair, and his hands were on my ass. He was pulling me closer to him, and all I wanted was more.
Breaking away from the kiss, I looked up at him.
"Do you want to get outta here?" I asked breathlessly. He nodded and almost dragged me back to the bar.
He settled his tab, and we both went outside. I quickly hailed a cab, and we went back to my house. Without hesitation, I pulled him upstairs into the bedroom with me. I pushed him onto the bed, and straddled his hips.
I pushed myself down as his hands roamed my back, willing me closer to him. He pulled my shirt over my head and then flipped me over so he was on top.
He pressed his growing erection into my core, and I felt the heat flush through my entire body. I was charged for this.
Within minutes, we were both naked. Jasper was pressing into my entrance, and I was clinging to him like he was my lifeline.
As he began to pump in and out of me, my world began to spin more and more out of control.
"Holy shit, Bella. You are so fucking tight." I moaned at his words. My walls were fluttering, and I could feel my orgasm approaching.
"Jasper. You fit in me perfectly. Your cock is amazing," I whimpered out. His thrusts were becoming more forceful. They didn't hurt—far from it, actually. They felt amazing.
Jasper grabbed my leg and wrapped it around his hips. He pressed farther into me, and I lost it. I clenched around him as he continued to screw me.
A few strokes later, Jasper was finding his release while buried deep within my body. He rested with his head on the headboard next to me just as Carlisle walked through the door.
Carlisle had a gun in his hand, and Jasper never saw it coming. He pointed the gun, and pulled the trigger. He hit Jasper right between the eyes.
I jumped out of the bed and ran for the bathroom.
All the alcohol I had consumed that night was now in the toilet. Carlisle walked in to check on me. The gun was missing from his hands, but I still flinched at his touch. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my head.
"Don't worry, Angel. I would never kill you. I love you too much to do that." His words didn't soothe me like he wanted.
I sat on the bathroom floor and took a few moments to gather my thoughts. I needed to figure out a plan. I needed to go to the police, but I was worried about how I would be perceived in all of this. Carlisle walked back in a minute later with his latex gloves on.
"Don't just sit there. Get up, replace the sheets, clean and remake the bed. When I get back, you had better be in one of the spare roomes." I walked back into the bedroom and saw that the bed had been stripped. Jasper was missing, and Carlisle had the keys to his truck in his hand.
I went down the laundry room and grabbed the bleach and a bucket. I poured the entire bottle in the bucket with a small amount of scalding hot water. I heard the door open and close as I was walking up the stairs.
Having a waterbed meant that the clean up of the excess blood was easier than it should have been. I took some bleach, a few sponges, and spent the night cleaning up the blood while Carlisle did what he needed to with the body.
After I cleaned up the bed, knowing there was no more blood to clean, I dumped the bucket in the sink and ran to one of the guest rooms.
I still hadn't gotten dressed, and Carlisle noticed when he walked in the room.
"You anticipated my needs, Angel. I'm proud of you." While I wasn't feeling very clean, I gave Carlisle a seductive smile.
"I'll always be ready for you, Doctor. I need you. All the time."
Carlisle quickly shed his clothes and climbed on top of me. I felt myself moisten at the sight of him. No matter how terrified I was of him, I still marveled at the sight of my husband. He brought his finger across my lips to see if I was ready for him, and groaned at what he felt.
"You're always so wet for me, Bella." He thrust into me roughly. As much as I didn't want to admit it, being fucked by Carlisle after he shot and disposed of Jasper was a thrill.
"Harder, Carlisle. I need you." A wicked grin crossed his face, and he began to pound in and out of me.
He was relentless in his thrusts, continuing to push me to the brink before bringing me back. It was his own form of torture. I wanted to come, but with him playing this game, I couldn't.
"You are so fucking tight, Bella. The feel of your walls around my cock is like nothing I have ever felt before," he whispered in my ear.
His teeth moved from my ear, down my neck, to my collar bone. After he kissed the soft skin, he bit down roughly. I couldn't help but release at that point.
A few thrusts later, Carlisle was releasing into me. He collapsed on the bed next to me, and soon we were both asleep.
I was brought out of my memories by Detective Masen.
"Jasper Whitlock, 22 years old, from Houston, Texas, was your first victim?" he asked. I nodded as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"I knew his name. I didn't know how old he was or where he was from." I grabbed the tissue that was being offered to me in that moment.
"What was it about Jasper that attracted you to him, Bella?" Edward asked. I could see the worry in his eyes. He wanted to know why I picked the people I picked, and why Carlisle killed them.
"He looked a little like Carlisle. They both had blonde hair, but he was different. He carried himself differently. I knew the experience would be different."
"Why did Carlisle kill him? Did he ever explain that to you?" I nodded slowly.
"He said he had a need for human blood. Killing was the only way to sustain it." I chanced a glance at Edward when I heard his gasp.
He was horrified at the information I had provided for him. The worst part was, it was only the beginning, and he knew that.
Over the dozens that we had killed, there were only a few I truly felt horrible about. With Jasper, I could see his future, but he would never get to live it. None of the 23 victims would get to experience their futures. I may have ended their lives, but their stories would be told. I would make sure of it.
AN2: You going to stick with me? Yes, I will be introducing Garrett soon. He's going to have a bigger part in the story than I originally planned. Hit the review button and tell me what you think.
