Hi! Here I am with a new adventure. This story has a lot of Supernatural, bits of horror and lots of adventure. Each chapter will have a part on Edward's POV, and the other part will be on Esme's POV. It's based on Agatha Christie's 'The last seance'. So, let's get started.

EPOV

"You gotta be kidding me!"

I laughed at my friend David. He was one of the editors of the company that publishes my books, Twilight Publishing.

"No man. Chelsea swears by this woman. She's completely obsessed."

Chelsea Volturi was the daughter of the owner of the company, Aro. She married very young to Jared Brenner, a motocross racer. The passion lasted a year, the divorce procedures lasted five. Well, it would had been more but Jared died in an accident on his bike.

Now one would think that Chelsea must had grieved and moved on, that wasn't the case. Chelsea and Jared really loved each other but had a poor way of showing it. She made him choose between his career and her... so he won a race the next day. Since then, Chelsea spent her nights with a lot of men to get him jealous, and Jared got immersed in racing his bike to spite her. Fate put an end to their path of destruction. Now Chelsea is brokenhearted. Therapy just didn't help. And when we thought there was no hope, someone introduced her to this woman, Isabella Swan, who talked to the dead.

Now, I think it's utterly bullshit, but it seems to appease Chelsea and make her happy, which makes Aro happy. That makes the lives of everyone working at Twilight easier.

"And you say she invited her to the party?"

Twilight makes an annual party to show the press the future releases. It's a big event that gather not only press and celebrities, it also gives the chance to the writers and main editors to be in the spotlight.

David smiled. "Yes. Can you imagine her?"

As a matter of fact, I could. I pictured an older fat woman, dressed in tunics and full of glass beads necklaces.

"But I wonder how Aro allowed Chelsea to invite her. She must had thrown an epic tantrum."

"Probably, now tell me do you have a date? I don't want to be the only one going alone."

I smiled. David knew about my self-imposed celibacy. Let's just say that experience showed me that the only women who approach me, were the ones who were attracted to my wallet.

"Don't worry, I'll be your wingman."

XXXXXX

The party was as crowded as I expected. David left me alone the moment a couple of blonde young girls approached him to talk about the new book he was editing for Sarah Lyle. Something about a dystopian world saga, with lots of action and a sweet love story.

I tried to avoid the starlets who came to talk to me, like I said, I knew what they were after and what they offered wasn't something I found worthy of my time.

I had to butter up some top executives asses, because that's why these parties existed; and maybe I flirted a bit with the wives of said executives. All to stay in their good graces. But somehow, I found myself alone and bored.

I stood in one hidden corner of the ballroom, a glass of scotch on my hand to keep pretenses, when I found something I didn't think was possible to find at these parties. A beautiful woman hiding from the attention just like me.

She was probably in her late twenties, her dark hair loose on her back, fair skin and the pair of most expressive brown eyes I had ever seen in my life. Her dress was modest, not making a blatant show of her assets, the dark blue of the fabric made a wonderful contrast with her pale skin.

Now, I know I'm not precisely a Casanova, but I know how to talk to girl without embarrassing myself. So I went to talk to her.

"Did you know that everyone avoids this corner because it's the farthest from the bar?"

She turned to look at me, and for God's sake if I didn't feel the earth shook. She smiled, and her wonderful eyes trespassed my soul.

"But it seems that you came here prepared." She pointed to my full glass.

"I'm trying to keep it light. This reunions tend to send me to sleep. But you on the other hand, it looks like your hands are empty. Do you want me to remedy that situation?"

"Oh no, sorry. I have to keep my fast for today."

"Edward Cullen." I said while extending my hand, glad to find she took it.

"Isabella Swan."

I almost cough when I heard her name. She was Isabella the medium? No way!

"It seems that you know about me." Her eyes looked sad.

"Nothing bad, I can assure you. And I'm a bit shocked that you don't know about me."

She smiled again.

"Let me guess. You are one of the editors of the new Young Adult line they will publish next year." She said while blushing. Hmm, maybe she likes that kind of books but is ashamed of admit it.

"No, that would be my friend David over there." And I pointed to David who was dancing with one of the blond girls. "I write other kind of books. Thrillers and mystery are more my alley."

She looked thoughtful for a second, then she said "You wrote 'Through the eyes of a stranger'!"

"Yes, it was my third published book." My smug smile overshadowed hers.

"No way! And to think that I didn't recognize you." Her shoulder pushed me, and the most endearing blush covered her face.

"Well, I think that to make up to me for your unforgettable mistake " I winked "you'll have to stay with me chatting for the rest of the party."

Her blush accentuated, but she nodded. "Ok."

We talked about books and movies, her taste was similar to mine; and we remained hidden on that corner when a shrill voice interrupted us.

"Isabella? Isabella! Where are you?"

"Oh shit." She said while hiding her face in her hands.

"You don't want to see Chelsea? I heard she was quite proud of having you here."

"Ugh! It's just that she likes...You know what I do for her?"

I nodded.

"Well, that's an act very intimate. I don't like attention from any kind, and she's a bit... overwhelming. I ..."

"Isabeeellaaaa!" Chelsea's voice was coming closer to us.

"Come, let me hide you from her." I took her hand and guided her through the throngs of people. Aiming to a little balcony on the side of the ballroom. Lucky for us, the doors to the balcony were open, and hidden behind curtains.

"Now, tell me why you don't want Chelsea to find you."

"Well, first I want you to know that I'm not a 'scam'. What I do is real."

She said the last words with a seriousness that made me think people probably laughed on her face. So I didn't.

"Because of that, I'm very picky with the people I take as clients. The process is very stressful for me , so I only choose people who really need to talk to their lost ones to find closure. That's the only thing they will get anyway."

I nodded, because she was right. What else could anyone get?

"Chelsea was in a terrible place when her mother brought her to me. She was almost suicidal because of her guilt. So I acquiesced to have a couple of sessions, try to locate her husband, and let them mend whatever they needed." She turned to me, looking for a sign of mockery, which she didn't find.

"Well, her husband was also looking for her from the other side, from what I heard, they talked and I thought Chelsea finally found peace."

"But she didn't want to let you go."

"Yeah, she's using me as a crutch. I told her this was the last one, because she's hogging her husband and he won't find peace if she doesn't let him go. Well, we kinda fought, but I agreed to meet her here at the party. But I was clear that the session was intimate, and only she and her mother could be present."

I looked at her. "Why?"

"Like I told you, it's a very stressful process, and once I'm in contact with the other side, my mind is out of here. More people in the room lead to jokes and people moving me when I'm in trance. My body is all alone in the room. Once I had a bad experience... a man tried to... push my chair, just to prove that all of this was a trick. And I fell. I was unconscious for a day, until I finally got back to my body. What people like Chelsea or that man didn't realize is that the trance state is dangerous for me. I risk my safety when I leave my body behind, and they can't always guarantee all the presents have good intentions."

I nodded because I understood. "Yeah, I've met Chelsea before, she's very selfish."

She turned to me, a disappointed look on her face, maybe she thought I knew Chelsea in a way I never wanted to know her.

"Not that way. Her attitude always affected Aro. We knew to give Aro manuscripts or ask for anything when Chelsea wasn't there, otherwise he would deny us simply because he was in a bad mood."

"Isabellaaa" Chelsea's voice was very close to where we hid.

"If I go with you and I promise to take care of you, would you give me the chance to be present on her last session?"

"Would you really take care for me? Won't let anyone come close or try something?"

"Sure!"

"alright. Let's face Chelsea."

I took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"Together, we'll face her together."

Who knew that would be the real beginning of my life.

EsmePOV

I looked to the mirror, and what I found displeased me.

Today was the last day I would be known as Esme Everson, from now on I retook my maiden name. Platt.

Ten years ago I married Charles Everson as a girl full of love and illusions. He was the most charming man I'd ever met, so handsome and virile... too bad it turned out in a nightmare. First I admired his tenacity to achieve whatever he wanted, later I found he wasn't used to hear no. And I realized the true meaning of 'not taking no for an answer'.

He tried to mend his violent ways when I got pregnant, and he focused on work which led us to wealthyness. When Bree was born, he became the most thoughtful parent, and spoiled her rotten. A couple of years later, he wanted us to try for a boy. I got pregnant, but this time my health became an issue. By the time I was about to give birth, my blood pressure skyrocketed and they had to take the baby out of me to give us a chance to survive. It was too late for our baby and we lost him, he was a boy.

Since that day Charles changed. If I thought he was violent before, now he was worst. I had to take Bree on lots of 'vacations' to avoid Charles presence on the house. My parents never believed such a charming man was capable of mistreating his wife, so I was alone.

Then suddenly his attitude changed. It was the day I found he had a lover, and I had to end my marriage with him. Because he was poor when we married, there was no pre-nup, and the lawyer told me I was to receive half of our assets. Charles got angry, but even his lawyer told him to let it go, at least he had someone by his side through all the mess our divorce made.

Today I received the papers. I was finally divorced from Charles. I was Esme Platt again. This marriage brought me financial stability, and a social position; that I was so glad his new partner Buffy won't get no matter how hard she tries. And above everything else, brought the light of my life, my daughter Bree.