Hello hello!
Thank you so much for stopping by. I have never published/posted anything on Fanfiction before. But I've been a secret fan/reader/reviewer for years. After many ideas that I've scrapped, I finally settled on this one. This is my first real fanfiction. I do not have BETA, I do not have any friends on here. I'm a total n00b. So please be gentle! If errors are made, I assure you they are somehow missed. I am a bit of a perfectionist, so please let me know if there are. Sometimes we miss things.
THIS STORY IS MATURE ADULTS ONLY. This first chapter is already SUPER lemon-y. It's a bit of a shocker, but hey, that's how I do.
It will be a HEA at some point, but it's gonna be one hell of a ride to get there.
So, strap yourselves in. Please keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times and keep flash photography until the end. Thank you.
NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED.
I do not own any Twilight characters, nor do I wish to.
I just like to make them completely different from the originals, because well, c'mon now.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will be landing in twenty minutes or so. Please make your way back to your seats. Flight attendants, prepare for landing.
Bella pressed the button to set her seat back into upright position. Not that it made much of a difference, being in first class and all. She threw back what watered down remains she had of her drink, and shoved her table back into it's cubby in the armrest. Her razor blade necklace hung heavily around her neck, getting caught on the torn lip of her grey shirt. I need some fucking new clothes. She thought, jamming her headphones back on over her head. Nine Inch Nails blared into her ears.
The plane tilted to the left and she peeked out the window. She could see Midtown Manhattan looming underneath her. Yes, she was miles and miles high in the sky, but Manhattan always stands tall from any direction. The sun was blazing down on the city, and she could see tiny ant like shapes moving through the streets. Even though Trent Reznor was screaming at her GOD IS DEAD AND NO ONE CARES, she could almost hear the noise of the city. She could almost smell the trash, the sweat, the fumes from the cars. She could feel the rumble of the subway under her feet. She closed her eyes and leaned back.
She was home.
ONE YEAR AGO
Charlie Swan sat at his desk and stared curiously at the files before him. His mustache twitched as he furrowed his brow as Carlisle shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The vinyl cover squeaked as an antique clock ticked away behind him. The room smelled strongly of lemon pledge and cigar smoke. Carlisle was pretty sure this man smoked in his office, even though smoking inside had been outlawed years ago. He glanced down at his hands and inwardly chastised himself for even thinking of such a thing. Like that mattered.
"Was there ever any contact?" Charlie asked, raising his gaze to the blonde man before him. Carlisle cleared his throat, which suddenly felt very dry. He tugged at his collar.
"No. She disappeared without a trace. I have left her room exactly the way it was, incase the police missed anything." Charlie hummed and closed the folder.
"Mr. Cullen-"
"Carlisle. Please, call me Carlisle." Charlie cocked an eyebrow at him and leaned back in his chair.
"Mr. Cullen, I understand that you are desperate. I can't even imagine what this must feel like. even after all this time. However, from what I'm seeing here, and what you've told me, it sounds like the case has gone cold."
It was true. The cops never found any hint of foul play. Her room looked like a girl had just woken up there that morning. Bedsheets rumpled, closet door slightly ajar. Her handbag missing, along with her sketchbook. But these were all supposedly normal.
When Carlisle Cullen woke up on that sunny Saturday morning and found his daughter missing from her room, he hadn't even bothered to call the police until later in the day. She was an eighteen year old girl, fresh out of highschool. She had The Art Institute of Chicago to look forward to, and a whole summer to still be young. She got along with her family just fine, and did what normal teenage girls did. Loiter in parks with her friends, go to the movies, spend money on clothing and magazines. Alice was a normal kid. So when she wasn't home that morning, he easily had assumed she had slept over her friend Angela Weber's house, and forgotten to call. That's happened before. Or she sometimes woke up early to draw in the barn on some cooler mornings. She said the hay was comfortable and horses good company.
It didn't even occur to him to worry until his wife mentioned that she never came home until the following Monday.
Carlisle in a panic called the police. He started a neighborhood search team. He kept his wife busy with errands, knowing her tendency to get overwhelmed to the point of becoming catatonic. He made her in charge of getting supplies and food to the volunteers. He desperately called and called his son, Emmett, who was in college at Brown University. It took him a couple tries for Emmett to pick up.
"Yo!" Emmett had answered. Carlisle could hear noises of college life in the background as he nursed the scotch in his hand. Sounds of happiness. Laughter and music. Beer cans popping open. A girl's hyena like laughter. A violin.
"Is Alice there?!" He cried, his eyes closed. Please. Please. Please. Maybe she just wanted to see her big brother on his college campus. Maybe she just wanted to be an adult. Yes. That must be it. She must be safe. She's probably with Emmett, drinking beer underage and flirting with boys too old for her. But it's okay. She's with Emmett. He'll keep an eye on her.
But when Emmett responded, Carlisle felt like he had been punched in the gut.
"Dad?…..Dad? What's wrong?! Guys, shut the fuck up for a second. (the background noise subsides) Did you just ask me if Alice was HERE? Why would she be here? Dad? DAD?!"
Carlisle fell to his knees in his office and dry heaved. He could still hear Emmett screaming from his phone by his side.
"DAD!"
"Mr. Cullen? Mr. Cullen?" Charlie's voice snapped him back to the present.
"I know it's been eight years. But I swear, I'm not crazy. She's not dead. I don't believe it. She can't be. She must have run away, for some reason or another. Something happened that made her want to leave and never come back. Please. Find her. Find her. Whatever it may be, I need to know. I need to know what happened. Please. I will pay anything. Please. Alice Cullen. She'll be 26 now. Please. Find her. Please. Please."
Carlisle knew he was rambling but he didn't care. Desperate men didn't care. He was tired of not having answers. He was tired of being cautious around everyone. He was tired of his wife, pale and staring. She was the worst of all. She couldn't, or she wouldn't forgive him. And even though her grief had taken it's own form, Carlisle still felt as though this his punishment. He would have nightmares about her unblinking eyes for years to come. Her words screaming in his head. Her hands clawing at his chest. Her face buried in his knees as she sobbed from the floor. Alice. Alice. My baby.
He pushed her photograph across Charlie's desk as far as he could, and their eyes locked. Charlie curtly nodded and said only, "I'll be in touch with whatever we can find." and Carlisle's shoulders visibly relaxed.
"Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to us. Please. Do whatever it takes necessary. I will provide every penny. Please send us your best. "
Charlie grunted, and Carlisle took that as a cue to leave. He left the folder behind, with Alice 's photo set on top.
Charlie sighed as he looked down. A beautiful girl with long black hair smiled up at him. She was with a friend in the photo, but only the arm around her shoulder was visible. She looked up at Charlie with big blue eyes that crinkled in the corners. Her right hand holding the hand of the invisible figure, obviously male. A blurry tattoo could be seen on the wrist. Her hair was pushed back with a tortoise shell headband, and she was in a white tshirt and jeans. She looked like youth. Happy youth.
He fingered the corner of the photo and frowned. "What could have happened to you?" he murmured.
WRAH
WRAH
WRAH
Bella groaned as her palm slammed down on her alarm clock for the fifth time. Her head was pounding from the night before, and she realized as she rolled over that she wasn't alone.
She squinted one eye open to see a pale shoulder peeking out from her sheets and a mop of blonde and red hair. She closed her eyes again and slumped back into her pillow. Last night…Oh shit right, Lone Wolf. A blonde girl with red streaks smiling at me from the bar. Said her name was Jane. Shots. Jane's mouth on my mouth. More shots. Jane's hand in my jeans while I was up against the wall. The subway rumbling by as we moaned into each others mouths. Jane's eyes looking up at me from between my legs. Screaming in bed, our legs wrapped around each other. Jane's fingers making me moan.
Bella leaned over and kissed Jane's neck, rousing her from her sleep. Jane whimpered and rolled over into her arms. Bella traced patterns into her collarbone, along a tattoo. It was an intricate design of waves and a squid with it's tentacles wrapped around a breast. Bella stared at it curiously.
"Morning." Jane mumbled, kissing her back.
"Mmm, yes it is." Bella said into her mouth, her hand tweaking her nipple.
"Stop it, you're gonna make me cum again for the fifth time." Jane whined, arching into her. Bella smirked and moved her lips around her nipple, and her hand down to Jane's center.
"Yes." Jane grabbed her hair and opened her legs, welcoming her in. "Good girl."
Bella's fingers quickly went to work.
One hour and four orgasms later, Bella threw on a baggy torn shirt up over her head. YOU GET ME CLOSER TO GOD the letters on it screamed. Jane was in the bathroom, cleaning up whatever mess from last night was left over. Bella put Jane's clothes and heels in a pile by the bathroom door and made her way into the kitchen to make some coffee.
Her kitchen as usual, was poorly stocked. But she found a filter (hopefully clean) in a cabinet, and the last of her coffee grounds. Need to buy groceries. She thought, shoving an empty pizza box down next to her trash bin. She set two mugs on the sticky counter, and grabbed her cigarettes after hopping up to sit next to the ashtray. Her thighs stuck to the marble as she shifted into a comfortable position. This place is such a shithole, I should probably take better care of it.
Jane emerged from the bedroom fully dressed a few minutes later. She had her hair thrown back into a messy ponytail, and took a quick sip of her now lukewarm coffee. Her cup clattered noisily back onto the table, and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
"I gotta go." She said, kissing Bella goodbye. Bella pulled her in close as their tongues found each other. Jane whimpered again, and Bella grabbed her ass. "Stay for coffee." Bella murmured, kissing Jane's neck, causing all sorts of sounds to come out of her.
Bing!
Someone was pressing the bell on her door, causing it to make that mechanical dinging sound.
Bing!
There it went again.
Jane grinned and grabbed her purse from the counter.
"Saved by bell." She said, turned towards the door and began putting on her shoes.
"It's probably the super. Just ignore him. " Bella hopped down and wrapped her arms around Jane's waist, grabbing at her breasts. She remembered Jane wasn't wearing a bra the night before, and her fingers made quick work to tweak and stroke Jane's nipples, while her tongue found that spot on her neck, the one that everyone has, and she sucked hard and fast. Jane leaned back into her, her hips grinding, moaning quietly. Just as she was about to give in, a hard knock was at the door.
"B?!" A mans voice yelled from the hallway. "B. I know you're home. I don't give a shit you're with, just open the fuck up." He was kicking her door now.
"Aw shit.." Bella muttered, pulling away. "It's my fucking boss. You gotta go."
She turned to the door, "One second! Jesus Boss, I have neighbors!"
Jane spun around and stared at her. It was almost comical how swollen her lips were, with her flushed cheeks and her again, messy sex hair.
"You said you didn't have a job."
"Yeah, well I lied."
"What? Why would you lie about that?" Jane jutted her hip out, now defiant.
"Duuuuude. You gotta go." Bella said, impatiently waving to the door. "I don't have time for this shit."
She turned away from her, walking to the bedroom. "I gotta put on some fucking pants, and you gotta fucking go. I'll call you."
"This is fucked up. You owe me an explanation." Jane snapped, turned to leave. Bella snorted at her from her bedroom. She grabbed the first pair of jeans on the floor and threw them on.
I don't owe you shit, slut. She rolled her eyes and walked back into the living room, as Jane made some noncommittal noise to Charlie in the hallway. He walked in and quietly closed the door behind him, raising an eyebrow at Bella. She snorted and shrugged, just some girl I slept with for the night, no one important. Charlie set his coat and bag down on the couch, and pulled out a to go bag from one of her favorite deli's.
"Hey Kiddo." He made his way into her kitchen before she responded, "I brought coffee."
"Sweet." Bella followed suit and made her way back to her spot on the counter.
"And bagels. Come down and eat at the table. I have an assignment for you, and it's a big one."
So there it is. The beginning of all of this. Hope you enjoyed it, and Chapter two should be up soon. I'll try to figure out a good day for updates and get on that schedule ASAP. Again, I am new to all of this. But I want to be as good to any readers I have! xoxo