Stephenie Meyer owns twilight in full. Edward just gives me giggles cause he's so wonderful.

A/N: If this story is crap it's all my own fault. So forgive the errors and my mediocre choice in words, there is no real buffing up that's been done. It's all me.

WARNING!! DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO FIND OUT THE NAME OF THE KILLER WITHOUT READING!! That's just not fair to you and it will totally ruin the experience.

Second, I'm truly hoping that this chapter is well worth the wait and that no one is to disappointed when you find out whom the killer really is. Until yesterday I had the person planned out completely, but I almost rewrote him last night, just to throw a kink into the works. But after some serious consideration I just had to keep him the way he is. Again, I hope you aren't disappointed.

This chapter is dedicated to all of my faithful readers and the new ones who I've collected along the way. I hope you enjoy my dirty little mind (TEE HEE DeeDee) and don't hate me too much along the way as it unfolds. I promise there is a purpose to everything I write…even if it doesn't seem so at the time…sometimes it just seems like me having fun torturing the characters. *EVIL LAUGH*

Last…this chapter will have a few graphic moments, please be sure you are ready for this before reading.

It is NOT INTENDED for those who are not of a mature age.

?POV

How had things gotten so out of control? I had everything planned out so well, or so I thought. Thinking back on it now I realize the error of my ways. I underestimated. I didn't realize exactly how much ink it would take to complete Isabella's tattoo. The stencil didn't exactly explain how much detail it really had. Fucking Whitlock. It was all his fault. That and that prick Cullen's.

He actually had the nerve to believe he could keep Isabella from me. I got to her once; I could get to her again. It was just a matter of time. I could be patient, it would be worth it. She was perfect, complete innocence in every way.

I took her picture out from my wallet. My angel stared back at me, her hair fanning softly across her face. She was laughing the day I took the picture. The little annoying one they called Alice had been with her. Shopping. Isabella hated shopping. I could of taken her then while she was waiting for Alice to come out. But I decided watching her for now was enough of a high. I would get my hands on her in due time.

I wanted to go out. My little hideout was beginning to wear thin on my nerves. The walls dripped because of the river running nearby, so it was cold and damp feeling. Ever since those damn posters were put up through town I found I could hardly step two feet into Forks without worrying about being recognized. The first time being the convenience store where I stopped for some supplies.

FLASHBACK

It had only been one day since that fucker had plastered my face all over town. He may not have had my name but he had the next best thing. I still couldn't understand exactly how he got it. Careful was practically my middle name. I had been doing this for more years than I cared to count. One dirty whore after the next passed under my hand, judged for their sins. And the very first time I stumbled across someone pure, I faltered.

But she would be worth it. I just had to be careful until then and I would take my angel and no one would ever hear from us again. After parking my car further down an alleyway in the shadows, I walked into the corner convenience store. Ducking back towards the freezers I started to grab a few items to sustain me, chips, drinks, the usual. I walked to the counter setting my items down, careful to keep my head down to avoid eye contact. It wasn't until I noticed the clerk's hands weren't moving to take my items from me to ring me up that I looked up. In fact he'd taken a few steps further back, putting some distance between us. I couldn't help but smirk, does he really think that a small counter would stop me if I really wanted to get to him. Looking into his eyes I blatantly stared back at him enjoying the look of fear on his face. It was then out of the corner of my eye; just to the left side of the clerk's head I saw it. Another damn poster with my mug plastered on it.

I didn't know how long I had. It was always possible he could have called the cops already or pressed one of those silent alarms or some shit. Even in a Podunk town like this, surely some stores had that right? But I couldn't help the need to play with him a little bit. I mean the little shit was literally shaking in his boots. So being the cocky fucker that I am I continued to toy with him for a few minutes longer. Plus this gave me the perfect opportunity to pass along a message. So I leaned forward and rested my palms flat down onto the glass countertop before continuing.

"It's a good likeness isn't it?" I said with a smirk to the cashier, motioning to the poster. "Now I'm sure that if you haven't already tipped off the police that I'm here, that you are going to call up Chief Swan right after I leave aren't you?" The look of terror on his face actually made me feel giddy inside. I loved being able to affect someone so strongly.

I reached over the counter and grabbed a bag, slowly sliding my items in while not taking my eyes off the cashier. Storeowners tended to carry some sort of firearm under the counter, especially in small towns and I had no intention of turning my head for a moment only to then come face to face with a sawed-off shotgun.

Grabbing my bag I took one step towards the door before stopping. Reaching in my back pocket for my wallet I pulled out a ten-dollar bill and the clerk stared at me like I was mad. "Give this to Agent Cullen," I said adding another smirk and a wink. I kissed the bill before setting it face up on the counter and walking away.

END FLASHBACK

Cullen is an ass, but I enjoyed the little game we were playing. I knew he could do his job. Yes, I was helping him along a little, but I figured the more invested he was in finding me then the less time he would be spending with Isabella. So even though that little jaunt to the store was one of my last visits out into the open, I knew it was worth it.

It was late at night and there really wasn't much I could do. "Big Bird," the new name I'd dubbed the Chief, had set his deputies up for traffic checks, both in and out of town on the main highways and there was a constant patrol throughout town. So I didn't think I'd be lucky enough to be able to slip both out and back into town undetected, so a trip to Seattle was out of the question too. I turned to look at my workstation and couldn't help but admire my new equipment. It really was a stroke of genius how I pulled it off.

Earlier in the week I had heard that Cullen had purchased a house and was having his family take care of some renovations. That's when my mind started to churn out a plan to fuck with him a little bit more.

I can't help that I enjoy what I do. Besides, he deserved it.

Flipping on each monitor in front of me I waited. It really was a lot easier than I had expected it to be. All I had to do was wait for the influx of trucks and deliveries to start coming through the gates. To prevent someone from constantly having to open and close them they had been left them open throughout the day so that whomever needed to come and go could do so without a lot of hassle. This gave me the perfect opportunity to carry out my plan. So one day when a delivery truck was pulling into the yard I slipped in behind them with my nap-sack full of goodies.

So call me a sick motherfucker, but I was looking forward to my little peep show. The little one, Alice and her mom were so busy instructing the arriving workers that no one saw me duck out back to the pool house. I waited patiently there till nightfall when everyone left and the house was locked back up. Then I made my move.

It really didn't take long to finish what I had planned. All I had to do was pry open the back screen door, and slip through a window that I easily broke into. They would pass it up, as just one more needed repair tomorrow so I wasn't worried about that. But unfortunately after that, after I was done setting up, I had to wait. This place from the outside was like Fort Knox. I had no way out till morning when the gates opened again. The gates were made of a material that never allowed you to get a solid grip on the rods. Plus they may look decorative, but the sharp spikes in the shape of butterflies that were covering the tops of the walls looked painful if I were to slip. So I just made myself comfortable till morning, imagining all that I could do with my new little toys in place.

Now here I sit just waiting for some action. I knew they were planning on spending their first night at the house tonight. It was some big thing Cullen had planned to "present" the house to Isabella. He's such a romantic dick. I swear where does he come up with this shit? I mean it's a house for fucks sake.

It wasn't to long before the first monitor flickered to life. My placement of the camera was just right. I could see the entire foyer, hallway, part of the stairs, and some of the living room. Who has a fucking chandelier in their hallway? People who had more fucking money than they knew what to do with that's who. But this did give me the perfect place to hide my little toy to avoid detection. Looking up at it while it was on you'd never see it.

I continued to watch as Fuckward lead Isabella room to room showing her all around. I confess the little gasps of pleasure she was giving were going straight to my cock. It wouldn't be long before she would be doing far more than gasping in pleasure when we were together, more like screaming, begging, moaning. Shaking myself from my little daydream I watched as each monitor flickered to life. Next came the kitchen, then the living room, then the master bath and bedroom. I actually out-did myself on that one. There were three cameras in the master bedroom. All with totally different angles to see my angel as she slept.

As they entered the bedroom I watched as Isabella excused herself. The monitor for the bathroom came on and I watched as she undressed. Pealing each item of clothing from her delicate body. When I saw her back and my masterpiece fluttering under her movements my hand drifted down my rock hard cock. She was beautiful, such grace, so much innocence. I watched as she opened the box sitting on the countertop and pulled out a short nightie. It danced down her delicate frame as she slipped it on, covering the delicate peaks of her breasts that I longed to bite down on.

I watched as she exited, walking slowly towards Cullen who had changed into pajama pants. The needy bastard pulled her to him smelling her skin as he put his fucking head between her breasts. And then I heard it. Moaning. It was soft at first, but it was getting louder with each passing second. I watched as his lips found her hardened nipple through the white fabric. As she pulled his head harder down against her chest, his hands splayed across her back keeping her body pressed firmly against him. His hands found the ties at the top of her gown. His long fingers slid the straps down her shoulders causing the material to flutter to the floor at a pool around her bare feet.

Their names were being chanted back and forth, over and over again between them as the moans of desire continued. I must be masochistic, because I continued to watch as his fingers gripped her delicate silk covered hips pulling her onto the bed beneath him.

As I continued to watch I could feel my blood begin to boil inside my veins. My nails were digging into my palms. The fucker was going to spoil my innocent angel. He was going to take what was rightfully mine. It felt like I was having an out of body experience. I could see myself jump from my seat and start pacing around the room, constantly glancing back at the monitor. But it was like I couldn't really control what my body was doing.

I lay my head against the coolness of the wall, this couldn't be happening. I continued to listen to Isabella's sweet voice encourage his movements. It felt like my chest would explode, the disappointment, hurt and anger was so overwhelming. Clamping my eyes shut, I silently willed them to stop before it was to late, stop before she was spoiled and dirty like all of the other whores in this town. But they weren't stopping.

She had done so well, why did she have to go and spoil it now? She was supposed to wait until after marriage. I thought she was going to be a proper young woman. Sitting down on the cold stone floor I began to rock back and forth as the thoughts kept slamming around in my head. She betrayed me, worse yet she fooled me. She was just like every other woman I'd ever met. Somehow she had blinded me into believing that she was different. How could I have been such a fool?

Slut. Dirty bitch. Whore.

I knew the exact moment her innocence was lost. That fucker started whispering to her how sorry he was that she was in pain. Pain? She hasn't felt pain till I get my hands on her.

I was raging inside with no outlet to release it on. My eyes were wild, scanning my room for something, anything to destroy just so I wouldn't explode. That's when I saw it, the stencil of Isabella's tattoo. Ripping it from the wall my first urge was to ball it up, rip it to shreds and stomp it into the ground. I had given her my best, most complicated work and she had completely ruined it.

But I didn't tear it up. I could feel my rage easing off into calm, clear understanding. I knew what I had to do now. I'd have to re-judge Isabella as the dirty whore that she is. Then just like all of the other pieces of garbage that I came across I'd make sure she understood how far from perfection she fell.

Slipping my hand into my jeans I pulled out the pocketknife I always carried with me. I knew what Isabella's judgment would be. Dragging the knife along the palm of my hand all I could feel was the satisfaction of my decision, not the pain. Using the blood that was pooling in my hand, I traced the bottoms of the feathers of each wing. Because of her disgrace at allowing that pig to defile her perfect body, she would now be my fallen angel. She would still be my greatest masterpiece ever.

My neck was killing me from the odd position I was in. I had fallen asleep not long after they did. Both of them were snoozing in post-coital bliss. Part of me felt numb from the constant reminder that Isabella was no longer my vision of perfection. The other part of me was just dying to get my hands on her again and finish what I had started.

The monitors were still on in the bedroom. They would stay on until the room was vacated, so all I could really do was sit and watch my fallen angel sleep. Switching angles I zoomed in as close as I could to her face. If you didn't know she was a dirty whore, looking at her would have easily fooled you. From the way her soft pink lips pouted as she slept, to the way her eyelashes fluttered softly against her skin as she dreamt. It was all so beautiful to watch and yet behind the Botticelli face was the same filthy mess that all women were. All except…

Elizabeth.

I shook my head to clear her image from it. No I wouldn't bring her into this, I wouldn't allow her memory to become defiled by this bitch.

A slight rustling of the sheets brought me back out of my memories. What I saw next only further solidified my beliefs. I watched as she slithered down his body as he continued to sleep. Her perfect pink lips wrapped around him teasing him with each stroke, with each taste, causing him to moan out in pleasure. Eventually he pulled her on top of him, as he got closer to coming. I don't know why he didn't just fill that dirty mouth, that's what she wanted, what someone like her was waiting for.

I couldn't watch this again. I couldn't watch as she defiled herself over and over again with that fucker. So I closed my eyes as she pulled him inside of her tight little body. Her gasps of pleasure still filled my ears. In my mind it was no longer that him writhing beneath her tight little body.

Reaching down I grabbed my hardening cock in my hands and began to stroke. She was fucking me. It felt so real. I could practically see her porcelain skin under my hands as I gripped her hips. The rosy peaks of her pert breasts bouncing as she rides me begging me to bite and suck on them. Looking down I could see my cock disappear inside her tight cunt with each forceful thrust. Each time I pounded inside her she would beg for more, harder, faster, deeper and I would give it to her. I'd fuck her till it hurt and she was begging me to stop. I'd eat that pussy out till her skin was raw from my tongue. I'd bite those nipples till she was scratching and clawing to get my mouth off of her.

The tightening in my stomach was almost too much to contain as I continued stroking. The sounds from their bedroom still filtering through to my barely functioning brain. Just before I came it wasn't Edward's name I heard coming from her mouth, it was mine. Finally she was chanting my name over and over again. It was the sweetest fucking think I had ever heard…

Oh, god. Yes right there. Fuck me harder, oh god yes!

JAMES! JAMES! JAMES!

A/N: Ok so who did I surprise with that one and who knew it from the beginning? Like I said to some it was very predictable. I mean he's the ultimate bad guy right? And whom else could you really see being this sadistic?

I really hope, that now you know, it wasn't a let down? Let me know what you think.

Thank you so much to my faithful readers and reviewers. Your words of encouragement have kept me going strong even when I felt like I should give up. Don't forget to go out and support Rob this weekend as his new movie "Remember Me" hits theaters. I'm sure he will do a wonderful job.