Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Never will.
Summary: Tramatic events in the past lead Isabella Swan to be a top selling author. Yet, when a crazed fan begins to commit the murders in her books, agent Cullen must step in.
Warnings: Dark themes. Lemons.
Words Right Off The Page.
Chapter One.
I shot up in bed noticing the sweat dripping off my face in buckets. That nightmare was becoming more prominent with everyday. It always ended the same way, with me staring into the ice blue eyes of the man who slaughtered my father, and having no escape.
Somehow, this kind of scenario – or even more graphic scenes- was the kind of situation that the world thrived upon. It brought about some sort of sick fantasy in their mind.
Me? I merely wrote to escape from my mind. Lately, however, it just wasn't cutting it.
"Come on Bella, pull yourself together."
I urged myself to get ready, knowing that my manager was sure to come barraling through the door at any time. She had this thing about being on time.
"Bella! Get up, we have to be gone in fifteen minutes. I don't want another riot to start because you're late to a book signing again."
I groaned and finished my make-up. Nothing to big, just a little eye-liner and mascara. Hopefully it would be enough to please her.
"Alice, for your information I am already ready!"
She poked her head through the door.
It didn't matter what kind of a day Alice Hale was having, because she always looked good. Her black hair was spiked up in the back and she was wearing clothes right off the streets of Paris.
"Well, this is a miracle. In the three years I've known you Bella, you've never been early for anything."
She began to size me up as if looking for the cause of my over-eargerness. I plainly rolled my eyes at her antics.
"Aha. Bags under your eyes! You're having nighmares again..."
She trailed off and I used it as my escape. Making my way out of the door and into the limo waiting for me. I was always traveling in style with Alice Hale as both my editor and manager. What would I do without her? Oh yeah, sarcasm was banned from my mind.
"Bella! Come on, you know what the doctor said!"
"I'm fine Alice, now hurry up or we're going to be really late."
She just groaned and got in beside me. Needless to say there was tension the entire way to the bookstore.
I had become used to the fandom over the years. People would come in the thousands to get their books signed by me. Yet the line-up I saw here in Pheonix was different. It was bigger.
The limo pulled over as Alice and I exited the overly large vehicle. Avoiding the press at this point in time, we practically ran into the store to the booth oh-so-kindly prepared for my arrival.
"Hello everyone, I am Bella Dwyer."
My voice sounded so rehearsed I practically cringed.
"Miss Dwyer can you tell us about your new book?"
I smirked holding up the latest copy of Bathing in Blood.
"This book is somewhat similar in the style I have always written. A dark love story ending in a tragic way. It differs in the way that the victims enemy was herself."
"Can you tell us what possessess you to write in this fashion?"
"Every writers escape from their own mind, is to jot their ideas down on the paper is it not?"
That earned many giggles from the crowd.
"Bella, you're first book, Struggle, was published when you were seventeen, and since then all six of your books have been number one sellers, how can you say this effects you?"
"Everyone likes to get their ego stroked. However, I believe everyone has a niche, something they are living for, mine happened to be writing horror stories."
Alice sat next to me as I signed book, after book, after book.
"Thank you Bella."
I nodded and handed the last copy to a teenage girl. Apparentely my dark tales had sparked a craze in younger members of society as well. Boy was that a scary thought.
"Well, that was by far the biggest crowd I've ever seen."
I nodded at my best friend, as her stare turned hard.
"Bella, listen, If you're having nightmare's again then..."
"Alice don't worry, I'll deal with it."
My repsonse was lacking, but she knew I would say no more.
We stopped in a small coffee shop in Pheonix before it was time for me to board a plane back home. Alice talked my ear off the entire time, but my responses were limited, since my mind was elsewere.
If people had known me back in the day, they would understand the reason for my writings. The dark horror and the way the victims deaths are so intriquit and unique. How every set person was forced to suffer so much, just like I did.
It was disturbing how many people found happiness in my dark tales. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out the world is rotting.
The plane ride home was boring, since I didn't have my all but talkative best friend beside me. I listened to the conversations of other passengers and couldn't help but shake my head. Many were scared that a terrorrist was lurking somewhere on the plane. I merely thought we should look out for people from our own country as well.
My luggage took forever to come across the wheel, and it felt a lot heavier then it did when Alice took it to the dock for me.
I shrugged and began to look for one of my favorite vehicles. An old beat up truck, driven by my brother. Soon, the object of my desire made it's self apparent on the road before me.
"Bella!"
Soon I was engulfed in a hug by this monster of a teenager.
"Hey Jake."
He smiled down at me as I rolled my eyes.
The entire way to Forks, I robotically answered all the questions he had about my wonderful book tour.
"You really think you're ready for this Bella?"
I nodded. It would be the first time since Charlie's death I would be living back in the same house.
I had moved to La Push, when Billy Black my father's best friend took me in. Jacob and me grew up like every sibling, small fights, but we were closer then ever.
I saw my house come into view, and in a split second I was already second guessing my descision.
"You don't have to Bella. You can always come back home to La Push."
Jacob was pratically begging me not to do this.
I gave him a hug and looked him in the eye.
"I need to do this Jake, besides, I need a new book idea anyway."
"Only you would think of it like that..."
I smirked and picked up my bag.
"Call me if anything happens."
"You honestly believe in ghosts?" I asked as I raised my eyebrow.
"No, but you have bigger demons than ghosts to worry about."
I rolled my eyes and headed to the door. My hands were shaky as I pulled my key from my pocket. The minute my hands found their way to the knob, every memory -both good and bad- rushed their way back into my head.
One long deep sigh later, and I was now standing on the old creaky floor boards of the house I grew up in.
Everything was the same as back when the police hauled my petrified body from the room. The same pictures of me with Charlie, of Charlie and a fish, of me smiling.
Smiling was something that didn't happen to often anymore.
Ironically the sides of my mouth turned upwards slightly as I dropped my bags.
"Honey I'm home..."
(-)
Today was like every other day. The FBI was busy getting stupid ass calls from some stupid fool complaining that someone hacked his porn collection. Some men made me feel upset to share that Y chromosone.
I sat in my office, drinking the decaffinated coffee that always seemed to brighten my day.
"Edward!"
I almost dropped my scalding coffee on my lap as I turned to with a glare to face Emmet.
Stupid, stupid Emmet.
"So me and Rose finally-"
"Emmet,can't you see I am busy here!"
He raised his eyebrow at me, and I realized that I couldn't find a way out of my lie. For once my job was slow.
"Oh yeah, Eddie. You're about as busy as the rest of us."
I glared when he called me Eddie. I did know that in the chance of a fight, I would have no chance besides speed against this burly man.
"I heard Alice is here in Pheonix for a while? And Jasper?"
"Ya, apparentely the woman she was babysitting went back home for a few months."
Emmet rolled his eyes as I noticed the flashing light coming from my computer.
"You know Eddie-Uh, I mean Edward. She's not really babysitting, she's the manager and editor for-"
"Ya I know. I always thought my big sister would be some sort of professional shopper for celebrities..."
"And everyone thought you were going to be a doctor. Isn't the world full of surprises."
I rolled my eyes.
Ever since my first day at Elementary school I had wanted to be a doctor. My father was one of the best, and I wanted to be like him. After one year I realized that medical was not my forté. I transferred to a psycology major, a person who was good at understanding what was inside a persons' head. My job, was something I was meant for.
"You gonna check that email buddy?"
I shrugged taking another sip of the dark goodness of my cup.
"Whatever. Listen Edward, since Jasper wont be sulking now that Alice is back, I was thinking, maybe we should go out for a few drinks, have some guy time you know."
"Emmet, if your trying to hook me up on a date don't even think about it."
"Don't consider it a date, more like a one night stand-"
"Emmet!"
"Listen Eddie, yes I know glare all you want. Seriously though, everyone can tell all this pent up sexual frustration cannot be good for you."
"What's to say I have sexual frustration?" I muttered.
"Dude, you haven't gotten any since Tammy-"
"Tanya-"
"Whatever. So I think it's time we get little Edward some action."
I was surprised my mouth was not on the floor. Had Emmet seriously just used the words little Edward?
"I swear Emmet if you-"
I was rudely interrupted by the ringing of my telephone.
"WHAT!"
"Cullen!"
Oops.
"Sorry Sir. What seems to be the problem?"
"Have you not noticed the blinking icon on your desktop? It's been sitting their for five minutes. It's urgent."
"Sorry Sir, I was just distracted."
"Well, DON'T let it happen again."
"Of course not."
Fucktard.
I placed the phone on the reciever and sighed as I clicked on the object that caused my anger.
Soon enough out popped a normal report.
A death in Seattle. Nothing new. I scanned looking to see what the issue was, I was almost thinking nothing until I read the cause of death.
Strapped to lightening pole in middle of thunderstorm. We believed this at first to be the cause of death. Unfortunetely, no. The man was stabbed multiple times, with what appeared to be a blunt end of a toothbrush, before his throat was slit with a pizza-cutter. No witnessess have been confirmed.
"Weird."
I heard Emmet's potato chips crunch as I turned slowly to look at him.
"I know, whoever did this is certainly a freak. Honestly though, we get these all the time, I don't see what the big deal is now."
"Edward, you know the author Alice works for?"
"Not personally no," I replied sarcastically.
Leave it to Em to bring up something completely irrelevant.
"Can the smart ass comments and listen. Rose has an obsession with this author, some Dwyer chick. I got curious one day and picked up the book and started scanning through it and-"
"You read?" I asked.
"Honestly, can't I just tell you the juicy detail man? The way this person died was the same way the victim died in Struggle."
"Really?"
"Down to the toothbrush my friend."
"So we're dealing with either a crazed fan or a crazed author correct?"
"Something along those lines."
"Just great," I muttered as Emmet laughed.
"Wish you would've became a doctor?"
"You have no idea..."
(-)
A/N: Holy pickles and sour-cream. Gah. I write a story and life goes to shit, Aint that fun? W.E. Major apologies for the late update. I plan on updating every week, but like I said, a few things came up.
I hope this is not horribly confusing and promise it will get better.
Bella is a lot darker in though detail and more sarcastic.
Edward is more a free thinker and a slight asshole.
Jacob will not have a major part. But he's here.
Please Review. :D
xxVisualKei (Lex)