I promised you a teaser of the sequel, here it is:

Fast forward two months…

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Toxic Lullaby -Chapter 1, Lucid dreams

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NY, November 2010

Ever had one of those dreams where you know you're dreaming but can't wake up? You try and try to force yourself to wake up, and then you think you've done it you open your eyes, yawn, stretch your arms out and everything... but you're still trapped inside the dream. You think the nightmare is over, but it only just begun.

In this particular nightmare the turning point was a phone call one early Tuesday morning….

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"May I speak to Edward Cullen,please?" The voice was formal, crisp, just the hint of an accent.

"That would be me," Edward answered, cradling his phone between his shoulder and ear as he stepped into his shoes and put his coat on. He had been about to get ready to head out the door when the phone had rung.

"Edward Anthony Cullen, born on June 20, 1983 in Chicago, Illinois.".

"Yes," he replied warily. "Who's asking?"

"My name is Maggie Thompson," the female voice introduced herself. "Please allow me a few minutes of your time, and I'll explain wh-…"

"Who do you work for?" Edward cut her off impatiently. "If you're a telemarketer you're wasting your time. I'm already late for my chiropractor appointment."

"I'm not a telemarketer," she informed him. "I'm a social worker with the Seattle Department of Social Services. I have something that I think may belong to you. That's why I need to ask some questions."

"Okaaay… ," he answered hesitantly, "uhm… I mean, fine, go ahead. I'm listening."

"I know you grew up in Forks Washington, so I assume you're well acquainted with Seattle area? Does the name 'Kebi' sound familiar to you? "

"Nope, I can't say it does. It sounds like a bar or a teenage hangout or something."

"It's not a bar; it's a person, and a female one at that. What about Warwick Seattle Hotel? Have you ever stayed there?"

"That's in Belltown, right? Yeah, I think I might have stayed there once or twice."

"When was this? I you don't mind me asking."

He hesitated before answering. "I'm not sure, 2006, maybe? I was working on recording some instrumental pieces. It was right around Easter time, if I remember correctly. I was there for four, maybe five weeks. "

"2006 you say? Could it have been in Mars 2007?"

He hesitated again. "Are you going tot ell me what this is all about?"

"Well, as I told you previously, I work for the Seattle Department of Social Services. As of two days ago, we have a little boy, a two year old in protective custody. I hate to bring up such a sensitive subject over the phone like this, but there is really no way around it. The reason I'm calling is because I'm trying to locate living relatives of said child. "

"Well, in that case you got the wrong person."

"You sound certain."

"I am. I'm an only child with no living relatives. I have a big adopted family with many cousins, aunts and uncles, but there is no possible way that this child is related to me biologically."

"Would you be willing to take a DNA test?"

"A DNA test? What for?" He was briefly confused, but then realisation hit him like a fist to the gut. "Wait hold up! You're talking about a PATERNITY test? Is that what this is all about? You have a child that you think is… is.. MINE?"

"Yes, that's correct. That's why I'm calling. Someone left a little boy on the steps of a church in the outskirts of Seattle."

"I think you've got the wrong number, lady. I don't know anyone by the name 'Kebi' and that boy can not possibly be mine," he said, with a little more force than necessary.

"You might want to hear what the letter says before you hang up on me, Mr Cullen. "

"What letter?"

"The letter that was found with the child. The letter that names you as the child's primary care taker."

Edward never made it to his chiropractor appointment that Tuesday morning. Not to his lunch meeting either. Before the day was over he was on a plane on his way to Seattle.

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AN: An unexpected phone call, an unsettling letter and an unwanted gift. It appears as even though the stalker is out of the picture Edward is still haunted by nightmares from his past. Who's he gonna call? Not the Ghostbusters, that's for sure.

The sequel will be called Toxic Lullaby and I'll start posting it soon-ish.