WARNING: This story contains disturbing and sometimes violent material. If violence bothers you, please do not read this story.
Chapter 10
He found another one tonight.
Another one of her interns, former employees, past-tense.
He was fascinated by her, obsessed. He watched her at work, how she interacted with her co-workers. He thought he saw through her, through the image she projected.
He watched her especially closely with the blonde boy. She claimed him with her actions, made him belong to her. He watched how she manipulated the boy, how she changed him since he started working for her. He watched her in the garage, watching the boy, the look of feral need on her face. This upset him. He wanted her to look at him that way, not the blonde.
He heard the stories of her previous interns, how they disappeared shortly after leaving her employ. He tracked them down, one by one, desperate to uncover more of her secrets.
And he discovered a chilling fact: they all had the same story.
Exactly the same.
Every.
Single.
Detail.
"I had a great time on my trip to (insert city here). The food was so good! My favorite was the (insert food here). And the nightlife was HOT! I met this girl, (insert name here) and we've been emailing ever since. It was a great experience. I'm so glad I went."
He had all the pieces of the puzzle that was Isabella Swan. He just had to put it together. He thought he knew who she was and what she wanted.
And he planned to give it to her.
Disclaimer: All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. "Trunk Boy," however, is all mine.