Many thanks to Ham. She's an amazing friend.

Everytime I close my eyes

It's like a dark paradise

No one compares to you

I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side

Dark Paradise

"A scalpel is a very difficult instrument to get your hands on. Difficult, but not impossible." He says, looking out the window. There is a hint of a smile across his.

"Why are you telling me this?" My eyes narrow at him.

"The feeling of a blade so sharp, so beautiful as it slices through flesh like they were made for each other. That's pure ecstasy, Isabella. You have never in your life, experienced pure bliss until you've had another person's life in your hands." His eyes flutter closed as I scramble to take notes.

"It was like sex to you?"

"You're simplifying things," he bristles. "The trick is to know which areas to cut. It's all about your mood, really. When I'm feeling feisty I go for the thigh. There are so many areas that the blood will just pool beneath them. It's amazing really." I watch as he lets out a sigh, turning back towards me, raising a single brow.

"Did you always use a scalpel?" I stare at my notes, not wanting to make eye contact.

"I had many tools." His head tilts to the side and I watch his fingers as they run over the smooth chains attached to him.

"Did you have... was there one you enjoyed more?" I shook my head, trying not to bite my lip.

"A hunting knife my father in law gave me. It was a beautiful piece. Curved with a hand carved hilt. Amazing what people can do with their bare hands." A shiver ran through me as I tried not to hurl my pen at him. I knew he said that to get a reaction out of me.

"And rope? It says you tied up your victims with a specific rope." I tried to find where I had read about it, but was cut short by an abrupt laugh.

"My last victim, Rosalie. She enjoyed being tied up. The feel of the scarf against her smooth skin. She liked it rough, she begged for me to make the restraints tighter. She was a fun one." He looked down at his nails, a cruel smirk forming on his lips.

"Do you remember the rope, Edward?" I ask, trying to keep his attention on my questions.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Edward ignores me, his eyes holding me in place. I used to think green eyes were a thing of beauty, that they held so much soul, so much life.

Now they feel more like the gateway to true Hell.

"I think we should focus on this." I turn my head, breaking eye contact as I pulled out a file.

"You were nineteen with legs for days." His smile is cocky as he bites his bottom lip. I run shaky fingers through my hair, trying to distract myself.

"This isn't the time for a trip down memory lane, Mr. Cullen."

"So formal," he chuckles. "The last time you called me Mr. Cullen those legs were wrapped around my face." His knowing smile makes my mouth dry, as I crossed my legs, trying to block the image from my mind. "You remember it too don't you? How my tongue felt against you? How I could make you wet with just a look. You were always so ready for me. So willing."

I place my hands on the table as I look at the two way mirror, grateful that no one was behind there. Edward catches me off guard, the familiar electricity of him being so close, closer than he should, runs along my hand. His fingers trail too close for comfort to mine, making me jump.

"That's enough." I snatch my hands back, rubbing them against my thighs, scolding myself for letting him affect me.

"You don't need to be afraid of me." He isn't hurt by my actions. I'd seen him hurt, and I'd seen him angry. He was enjoying himself here, enjoying my reactions.

"You killed over twenty people."

"But I never once hurt you." He hadn't, and I knew it didn't make it right, but I couldn't help remembering that. "I've missed you, you know."

"You miss the games, Edward." I straighten up, remembering just who this is.

He wasn't the Edward I knew, I wasn't even sure that Edward ever existed.

"You still have the ring," he gestures toward the chain hanging around my neck. "I'd wear mine, but well.. prison." He waves toward the door. An officer is standing out there, waiting for my signal, or for Edward to mess up.

When they first brought Edward in here, there were two of them. One shackled his ankles the other his wrists to the table.

I had lied to get this interview. Charlie went out of town for his fishing trip and it was my only opportunity to talk to Edward without him trying to interfere. I was lucky they only stood outside.

I glance down at my chest and clutch the ring I keep there.

Fuck. I'd meant to take it off before I came here.

"It was your mothers. Of course I still have it." I lie. He'd lied too. He'd stolen this ring after I saw it in the mall. I wasn't even aware he'd been watching me then.

I wasn't aware of a lot of things.

He didn't bother calling me out. Only smiling at me, knowing I'd kept it because of him.

"Your first victim, Alice, how old were you when you took her life?" I tuck the ring further into my shirt as I look over my notes, not bothering to give him the satisfaction of the hurt in my eyes.

"I was twenty four," he looks right at me as he answers, his bright green eyes holding me in my spot, making me look up.

"Twenty four?" I try to swallow the bile that's begging for release.

"Do you remember our first date, Isabella?" My mind races as the memory of candles and wine acoust me.

"No," I shake my head, lying to him once again.

"Three days later, Alice Brandon went missing, not to be found until a year later. Did you know they had to use her dental records because her bones were picked clean?" His green eyes sparkle, as a slow, sadistic smile spreads across his face.

"I know all this." I'd seen the pictures. I was forced to if I wanted to take this interview.

"Why are you here?" For the first time Edward was angry. His fist balling tight on the table as he yanks at the chains holding him in place.

"Those girls families need answers." I need answers.

"June fourth, two thousand six. Five days after our second date, Lauren Mallory goes missing, blunt force trauma to her face, her skin is littered with lacerations, not a trace of her blood is left. She'd been found six months later by hikers right behind your house." He spits at me.

"August first, two weeks after you let me take your virginity. I remember just how tight you were, Isabella," he gives me wink, making my teeth clench. "Jessica Stanley goes missing from her job. She was last seen leaving to meet with friends for drinks. Witnesses remember seeing her with a tall man, very handsome. They were too drunk to offer any more details. Her bones were later discovered, the knicks on them are her blamed for her cause of death. They believe she was stabbed at least three dozen times; tortured. She was found near the Fork's Police station." A dark menacing smile creeps across his face as he taps the table, a haunting melody those once beautiful fingers played across my skin.

"Edward stop," I can feel the tears pricking at my eyes, and I try to hold them back.

"December sixteenth. One month after I gave you that ring," the chains make a horrible scraping sound as he points toward my neck, a disgusted look on his once handsome face. "Angela Weber's remains were found in the basement of an abandoned building, bound to four posts, naked and covered in her own blood. Every inch of her was covered in bruises, beaten to death, they'd said. I know the real reason, Isabella. Would you like to know it too?" His eyes light up as he leans in close.

"STOP IT!" I scream, backing away from him as a dark chuckle escapes lips I once cherished.

"All of those women were later found to be tortured. Angela was the reason behind my profile, behind them discovering my so-called obsession. She put me on the map, Isabella. She was because of you, Isabella. They all were. " He's standing now, watching me cower away from him, away from what he's done.

"Go to hell."

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