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 Two.
It was my job to investigate really weird deaths and get inside the persons' head. So, how was it, that this death disgusted me so much I could barely concentrate.
The pungent odor of rotting corpse almost made my lunch regergitate itself all over the crime scene. Luckily, I had a strong sense of mind over matter.
Emmet was standing beside me looking just as baffled as I was. Seattle was a place where murders could be seen, but nothing near as graphic as this.
"As you can see," Riley, the coroner stated, "The stab wounds are respectively here and here."
He pointed towards the upper collarbone and heart.
"The first point of entry would have caused a rupture in the artery, and the second, ultimitely causing death."
"So why didn't he fight back?" Emmet asked.
"We don't know. We'll know more once the tox screen comes back. Also, once I do the autopsy we should be able to confirm cause of death for sure."
"Thanks Riley."
"My pleasure Edward."
I began to take a stroll around the scene, as the charred remains of John Doe went to be examined. No wallet, so we had no idea who this guy was.
"The world continues to fuck up my head."
"I know what you mean Em, some people are sick."
"Seriously did you see him? He looked like a peice of KFC chicken that was in the fryer for way to long."
"What do you expect? He was strapped to a lightening pole..."
I rolled my eyes as Emmet shuddered. Something told me, he would be staying away from KFC for a while.
My cell phone began ringing widly in my pocket. I opened it and sighed.
"Hello?"
"Cullen! You and McCarty head back here. We need to discuss what happened."
"Of course sir."
"You may not like to hear who is dead."
"Sir?"
"Billy Black."
I froze.
Billy. One of our outpost agents. He was in a bad car accident, and was unable to be in the force, so they stationed him at an outpost in Forks. He was an idol to most in the FBI.
"Motive?"
"Just get your assess back here! I got some stupid small town cops getting pissed off at me."
"Of course sir we'll be there in twenty."
"Edward? Who was it?"
I had completely forgotton about Emmet.
"Billy Black."
He said nothing, however, the entire way back, I could tell he mourned the loss as well.
The office was filled with agents and cops. I could tell that this was going to be quite a long meeting.
"Ah, Edward, Emmet, good to see you're here."
We took our seats and Commisioner Tuck Larson began his speech.
"We have all suffered a great loss today. Billy Black, one of the most amazing agents was murdered last night at approximitely three-forty AM. According to the tox screen, he had high amounts of melatonin, meaning that he was put to sleep with a highly concentrated sleeping drug."
"Do you have any leads sir?"
"As of this moment we merely have a website and a connection to a book."
"A website?" I asked confused.
"Yes a website journaling all of what happened."
"So just trace the IP and find the bastard," Emmet stated as one of the computer techs piped up.
"It's not that easy. He keeps changing his IP. If we shut down the site its back."
"So what did the website say?"
Soon on the screen was a picture of Billy's dead body.
You think that the government protects you? This is nothing. Billy Black, FBI agent, couldn't even stand up against me. Try to stop me if you dare. But only one person can end this. HAHA. I am coming for you.
Next thursday.
"Next thursday?"
"That means we have five days to make this work."
"But we have nothing to go on."
"Edward and Emmet. I need you to go to Forks and visit Miss. Dwyer. If the murders she writes about are being commited, she may be able to help us."
"And what makes you think its not her?" I asked recieving a deadly glare from Tuck.
"Just go."
"Of course Larson Sir."
"So we'll meet here at o-eight hundred-hours?"Emmet asked.
"See you then."
I was gripping the stearing wheel of my volvo so hard I was sure there would be dents. Why was Tuck so upset about my mentioning of that Dwyer chick? I thought we were supposed to consider everyone a suspect until proven otherwise?
I pulled around the corner and was shot in the face by the bright yellow porsche sitting in my driveway. Something that conspicious,could only belong to one person.
Alice.
I carried my laptop and briefcase inside, and before the objects even hit the floor I was engulfed in an embrace.
"Hi Alice," I stated rolling my eyes.
"Hey! Don't give me that look Mr."
"Hey Jasper," I stated nodding towards my brother-in-law.
"Long day at work?" Alice asked, obviously noticing how out of place I was.
"You have no Idea..." Jasper and I said at the same time. Jasper was head of computer tracking and searching.
"I haven't slept in twenty nine hours," he stated.
"I'm going on twenty three," I replied.
"Whats going on?"Alice asked.
Even though it was strickly forbidden to mention anything about our cases. I know Jasper told Alice the vauge information about what was going on. She merely wanted me to fill her in on the field stuff. Plus, if she guessed right, I didn't tell her. And Alice was never wrong when it came to guessing.
"I am going to be gone to Forks for a few days to investigate a few things."
"Forks? So Billy Black was murdered? He was the only outpost agent down there!"
Leave it to Alice.
"Ya, burnt to a crisp. Apparentely it's what that little Author of yours wrote in her first book."
"I remember that scene.It made me so sick after reading it. But Bella..."
I knew the look in my Sisters eye as she reached for the phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"Bella...please be okay..." She murmured.
(-)
"The blood trickled down her lips as she stared into the eyes of her murderer. The person she trusted most, standing over her licking his lips in a seductive way. He moved to kiss her shoving his rough tongue down her throat causing her to gag."
I took my hands away from the keyboard. I had only been in this house a few short hours, and the story ideas were coming from everything.
I didn't get a wink of sleep last night because the vibes in the house were so strong. It was like I needed to write constantly. However my stomach was now whining in protest.
I walked down stairs and opened the fridge and cupboards to see that Billy and Jacob had taken the liberty to fill them for me. I would have to thank them later. Boiling some water, I decided a quick bowl of macaroni was certain to fill me up.
It tasted better than I thought as I looked at the clock. Jake was supposed to come and pick me up around six to go too dinner. A celebration of me returning to Forks. It was almost five, which meant that by the time I finished getting ready I was sure to be hungry again.
I didn't even manage to put all my belongings away last night.
Soon, the reason my suitcases were so heavy made itself apparent. Alice, had gone shopping for me. Joy.
I pulled out a nice blue top and a pair of jeans. I did my hair half up and put on a little mascara and eye-liner. Then I waited.
When six fifteen hit I was worried. Jake was never late, especially since he was the one who planned this in the first place.
I opened my mobile phone and hastily dialed his number.
"Hi you've reached Jacob Black...obviously I aint here fool."
I rolled my eyes and closed my phone. He would see that I had called and would phone me back.
I was most likely worrying about nothing. Jake was a big boy...he didn't need me to look after him...right?
My phone began to ring and I opened it reflexively.
"Jake?"
"B-Bells..."
He sounded shocked? Upset? Not Jake at all.
"What's the matter bro?"
Suddenly I heard sobs. Jake was crying? He never shed a tear.
"He's dead Bella."
He? Who the hell was he?
"Who Jake?"
"Dad..."
Billy! What the fuck did that mean!
"Billy...is dead?"
"Yes dammit, and they wont let me see him or go anywhere-"
"I'll come to you Jake."
I heard his sobs stop momentarily.
"No, Bella you can't. They won't let you here."
"I am not going to let them stand over you like they're hot shit Jake. I hope you fuckers can hear me!" I yelled into the phone.
"Bella, I have to go, they want to discuss who could do this to him. I'll call you tomorow."
"No! Jake wait-"
I was cut short as the line went dead.
"Fuck!"
I cried, placing my head in my hands. All the painful memories coming back full force. The FBI, Charlie, those eyes.
I shot towards the sink and found that my prior lunch was no longer in my stomach.
Somebody was fucking with me.
How could they do this to a nineteen year old boy? He had just lost his father, and they welcome him by using the spanish inquisition? They were complete retards!
"I never should've came back. Somebody is trying to get close to me..."
I wasn't sure whether they were here for Bella Dwyer or Bella Swan, but whatever the case I was scared.
By this point I was shaking horribly.
It was only seven o'clock and I had gone completely insane. Perhaps I broke a new world record?
I don't remember how the time passed,but before I knew it, It happened to be nine in the evening.
"Bella get a hold of yourself! You're a grown woman for christ sake!"
My self coaching was not helping anything.
I heard the phone ring, and was close to just leaving it there, but I opened it anyway.
"Hello?"
It came out weak and lame.
"Bella! Thank god you're okay."
"Alice?"
"I know about Billy. I just wanted to call and see if you were okay?"
"It's not me I am worried about! Jake just lost his father, and now they're forcing him to remember every intimate detail of his fathers life. They're complete bastards!"
"Bella you need to calm down!"
"Calm down? Alice,I am anything but calm right now."
I practically dropped the phone from shaking so much.
"Take an ativan Bella, you're going to make yourself sick!"
I walked towards the bathroom and found my perscription.
"I can't do it," I stated.
"Bella, you can't do this. I am coming down to Forks."
"No! Don't. I can deal with this," I popped a small pill under my tongue and waited for it to dissolve."There you go Alice, probablem solved."
"Anything happens, phone me please. I worry Bella."
"Ya I know," I replied sleepily. "Tell Jazz I say hi."
"It's working?"
"Mmhmm."
"Okay I'll call you in the morning."
I mumbled a reply and headed towards my bed. I don't remember much, except it was a dreamless doped up sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt a little more controlled. I was trying to put everything into perspective. I knew that I had to be strong for Jake. I was all the poor kid had left now.
Pouring myself a nice cup of decaff I sat down on the couch. Those little pills sure packed a punch.
It was the knock on my door that startled me.
"Coming," I muttered.
Opening the door the first thing I saw was their badges being thrown in my face.
FBI
I wanted to growl.
"Are you Bella Dwyer?"
"Why do you want to know?"
I wanted to be rude. However the brilliant bronze hair and deep green eyes of said Edward Cullen (According to his badge) were distracting me.
"We're here due to the murder of Billy Black," the larger man, Emmet, stated.
"If you're wondering if I killed him, thats a no. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a book to write."
I tried to close the door, but a hand blocked it.
"Please, to put this lightly. A murder you wrote about in detail was the exact same way that Billy Black died. We just want to ask you a few questions. We need your help."
"What makes you think I want to help people like you?"
"Well the FBI is working to make this country a safe-"
I slammed the door in his face.
"Happy fucking morning to you too."
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A/N: Word. Lol. I quite liked this chapter. Next one will explain a few reasons why Bella hates the FBI so much.
There will be lemons later on in this fic.
As well, I will be updating wednesday and sunday.
Please review. :D
xxVisualKei (Lex)