So just a little out-take, I'm tired as hell so this is all for today lovelies. Hope you're all happy with the ending of this one. ~ Riney


*Out-take*

James winced in pain as he rose from the floor.

Those fuckers had done a number on him, and for what? Some worthless piece of ass.

Isabella Swan wasn't worth the drama. He should've just fucked the bitch and dumped her ass somewhere along the road. He coughed and wiped the blood from his chin.

That Emmett Cullen, was a huge fucker, he could still feel his fists pummeling his stomach. The shocker had been the youngest Cullen. He hadn't expected Edward to go off on him like that at all. He had heard that the baby Cullen was the quiet one, the one most likely to run away from a fight.

His face disproved that bit of information completely.

He limped to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

God, his face was a mess. He had to find Mike. Mike would smooth this over. He still had an iron clad contract, so his album would still go on sale.

He turned on the pipe and ran the water over his hands, splashing his face gingerly.

"Fuck," he hissed as the water seeped into the broken flesh, causing it to sting.

"Where the hell is Newton anyway?" he asked aloud. He turned off the water and dried his hands on the towel. He searched around the little flat for his cellphone. When he found it, he searched through the numbers and called Mike's cell. He got no answer.

James shrugged and put down the phone. With a sigh, he looked around and smiled when his eyes landed on a small bag in the corner. Where ever Mike was, he'd come find him when he was ready. The man was probably getting his shit together so that they could tackle the record company.

It might be tricky, with Whitlock having the final say and all, Isabella Swan being his main bitch. James frowned, maybe he should've thought it through before he acted.

Oh well. What was done, was done. He grabbed the bag off the floor and pulled out the little bag of powder. He emptied it out on the table and drew three lines. He'd worry about all that shit tomorrow.

He wasn't looking forward to seeing Whitlock again though. He was a scary one. All calm and shit. He was sure if Whitlock had been there alone, he would've snapped his neck, without remorse.

James leaned over and snorted up a line. His nose tingled and he almost sneezed, but he held it in, not wanting to waste any of it. His body started feeling the effects of the high and he smiled. He snorted another line and everything started spinning. He loved this feeling. Like he was invincible. The breeze blowing through the window caused his skin to raise; he didn't feel it.

He leaned over and snorted the last line, closing his eyes as the drugs coursed through his veins. His heart was pumping faster than it had ever pumped before. He was too high to care. He was flying.

Isabella Swan's face swam in front of him.

'I should've really fucked the bitch,' was his final thought before giving in to the high.

Half an hour later, the police found him slumped over the table. One of them nudged him with a baton.

"We've got a stiffy," he called over his shoulder to his partner, who was rummaging around the apartment.

"Isn't that poetic justice?" the other police said coming over to join his partner.

He said something into his radio and turned back to his partner.

"Looks like he OD'd," the police said.

"Seems so," the other one said.

"Makes our job easier don't it?"

"Pretty much."

The next morning there was a small announcement in the paper. James Witherdale was found dead in his apartment. Cause of death; drug overdose.

Esmé Cullen closed the paper and smiled. The sick bastard wouldn't be missed.


A/N: *fist pump* He's deaddddd!


AndySteve1311: Thanks babe, glad ur enjoying the story.

Xo BellaItalia oX: I'm working on that bit now.

Chanelvamp: Yeah he will lol

MaxAndFangForEverAndEver: LOL Glad u liked. And that's sweet, about you and your guy :)

AlieshaD: Thanks sweetie. I can't wait either! :D

jeangary28: lol well I hope you liked how I dealt with James. ;)

Mickeyluver33: She's gonna keep it to herself a bit longer...my brain is still figuring out how he finds out. lol and another 24hrs...ur so greedy...ur lucky I like you *winks*

LiesTemptHer: LOL that's coming next...probably tomorrow though. I'm completely knackered.

blacknblu30: You're a newbie. Welcome, and thanks for reviewing :D

Felicia: Yeah-yuh! Bad ass!

Rand0mnessR0ks: I know...but I've dealt with him accordingly. Don't you think?

roon0: Thanks babe :)

Morgz: Go away...how did you find this? Stalker! LOL Me loves you SpOoKz!

viciousviolet: Yeah...just a tad bit lol

Prillylove25: Squeeze right back...hope Eddie and Em worked out for you love ;) And yeah it was pretty sweet wasn't it? Jazz loves the Detroit girl. :D

hiddenfanggirl16: LOL awww I'm glad I made your day :)

tawelephant: LOL nah not gonna make it that easy on them ;)

Kittyinaz: Uh huh...sure it's his father...I believe you *sticks out tongue* Glad you approved of the fixing and I'm looking forward to the threats on the other one. :D

chepburn77: She's not and just a bit longer. Just bare with me :)

Laurie Whitlock: I'm excited about that too :D

AnnaMarieWest: lol I have no idea what being high on coke feels like, unless it's coca-cola so the burning thing was just my imagination. Dramatic effect lol :p Time will tell if he'll be upset or not lol

twilightgirl80: I'm sure you made it, and sorry that this one's another shorty but I'll make up to you soon.

shadow kissed 4eva: Thanks darling.., *hugs*

jaspers-honeybee: LOL yeah! Nice. And of course...can't have them missing in action for too long.

KCLutz4475: Tell RL to fuck right off at the moment. I love you girlie :) *hugs*


Until next time lovelies...*besos*