i hate lawsuites, red pickup's, drunk drivers, white hospitals, incompinent docotrs, and answering machines.
i had a bad enough week. dont own, dont sue.
and for the moment you've all been waiting for:
MPOV
I was in! I couldn't believe it, I Michael Dana Newton, criminal mastermind, had broken into the Cullen House. I had executed my brilliant plan without one flaw. And all though I had to adjust to hazards and possibly life threatening security conditions to get this far I had been able to single-handedly terminate their defense systems.
"You really think they would have locked the door," Tyler said making his way to the kitchen.
Ok, maybe it wasn't that brilliant but I still defied death.
"I can't believe you tripped over the threshold," said Eric following me into the kitchen as well while Tyler ate a sandwich.
"Yeah, you scream like a girl," Tyler said through a mouth of food. Was I the only one who saw the movie where the house had a giant bear trap to fall on whoever went through the door first? Probably.
"Can we get back to the plan?" I glared. I had decided to get into character by dressing up in all black and found out I was the only one who did. Tyler just came back from school and Eric...well he looked more like he was going off to chess club.
"Whatever," Tyler ate the rest of his sandwich and left the plate on the kitchen island. He rolled up his sleeves because, after all, the only reason he was here was to go through Rosalie's room.
We left the kitchen and I took the stairs two at a time, bee-lining to Edward's bedroom. It was easy to get distracted along the stairs, there were a million family photos and various awards. Not to mention to mural of graduation caps and oddly arranged paintings of garlic. When I got to the second floor I threw open the first door I found.
"AHHHH, IT BURNS!" I shielded my eyes from the pink frilly death trap that lay before me.
Alice's room without a doubt. It the pink frills attached to ever god forsaken object in sight wasn't enough there were the five closet doors, color coated sticky notes, pink laptop, and white letters spelling the name ALICE above the headboard. I slammed the door shut and tried to catch my breath, thinking of as many gore-filled horror movies and violent video games I could.
When I felt my heart beat slowing I opened my eyes and decided to make my way to the next room at the far end of the hallway. This time I opened the door slowly, making sure that I could identify the color of the carpeting before I actually entered.
This one was an office, probably their Dad's. My dad had an office which less fine home furnishings but the same type of desk, computer, little swinging ball things, and bookshelves. Except he had books on sport strategies and not on... what the hell is hypocalcaemia? (a/n: that's for you anya)
The only thing amazingly different was the black and white photos of houses all over the walls. That and a lot of pictures of cars that no one drove around Forks or anywhere in the Twenty-First centaury for that matter.
I closed the door and made my way to the neck room. This time I threw caution to the wind, after seeing Alice's room nothing could really be as terrible.
Jackpot.
This was totally Edward's room. Unless Jasper had suddenly taken up the piano and had a picture of his brother and Bella on his desk. Ok, his bedroom really was bordering on obsessive. If I thought Carlisle's office was filled with photos then this place was an exploded scrap book.
Inside every wooden frame was a picture of Bella, or him and Bella, or his family, or this other gorgeous family, or some pasty white guy Emmett had in a head lock and was giving a thumbs up in, or some picture of said pasty white guy glaring back at Emmett who tried to back out of the picture. I wondered where those two were, looked a lot like Italy.
Now that I was here I didn't really know what to do. What was I expecting? Some fabulous blackmail to be right out there in the middle of the room? No, the only things that abundant were Cd's. Geez, you think the guy would have heard of an iPod by now.
I checked out the CDs, hoping to find some flaw in his taste in music. Instead I found boring old person music like Turandot: Nessun Dorma, Thaïs: Meditation, and Boléro. Then there was just a bunch of stuff that had Philharmonic somewhere in the title. I sorted through the blank ones with Edward's damn perfect handwriting putting out dates like a printer.
When I found the one titled Bella's lullaby, rough drafts. I stopped to put it in the CD played attached to the two giant speakers I had to knock dust off. It started to play and it was just Edward on the piano. And the reason I knew it was Edward on the piano was because I kept hearing "Bella's lullaby, take 17, four-four, A flat" followed by random muttering and him banging the piano whenever he got frustrated. Which was often.
I eventually turned it off and switched it out for the CD he had in the portable player on his bed. You would think at least one of the guys would have some sort of gaming system or high-def TV, or at least portable phone in there bedrooms but Edward had none of the above. It's not like I could think of anyone that would call the Cullen's on a normal basis. Just the hospital, Bella, Bella from the hospital...
Once again it was classical music, this piece was starting to grow on me though. I think it was called Overture to Egmont, Opus 84 but that was just what was written on the cover.
That's when I saw it.
There was the same brown notebook that Edward was carrying around this morning at school. I had tried to sneak a peek over his shoulder which was surprisingly hard to do when he was two rows away from me and constantly hiding it under his arm. Almost as it he knew that I was trying to read it. And his stupid smile. That's the worst, like he always is one step ahead of me on purpose.
I hoped it was a journal which is why when I opened it up I was not let down. Now I would be able to find some dirt on Cullen that I could either blackmail him with, convince Bella not to keep going out with him, or at least make him the laughing stock or Forks for the rest of his life.
January 2
This is Alice's cruel idea of a gift, she says that starting out the new year upon disclosing my feelings into this journal will help me. Apparently she thinks that this is a good idea. Which I know is the reason she's continuously re-gifted it to me. Well here I am, Edward Anthony Masen, writing down my secret most thoughts to please my sister. Some people just have that low expectations....
-Edward
Yes! Ha, it was a diary! Oh yeah, I was totally going to take this back to my place and photo-copy every page and fax it to the entire school. Wait, I'll just give it to Jessica and tell her not to tell anyone. That way it will be circulating through Forks faster then Edward will be able to stop on his trip to the land of polar bears.
I kept reading:
January 19
It' been a while since I've written and Alice has once again gift-wrapped this accursed book. This time she just made up a holiday! She's lucky Carlisle threatened to condemn my bedroom to force me to stay in Emmett's room. That is our worst form of torture.
-Edward.
Bor-ring. I just skipped to the middle now, I would read all the boring parts later, now I just wanted dirt. Which is exactly what I got.
March 27
It turns out I was correct. There was a girl living here that we were unaware of, my own bedroom reeked of her. She reminds me of dirt which is ironic because she is a habitual bather. Her name is Annie and she is by far the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
-Edward Anthony Masen
March 28
She is amazing, Annie. Not very open to me and I can understand why, after all, I did take her bedroom. Her parents are long gone, as well as many other relations. I took Emmett's suggestion to blurt out random words and take whatever comes first to her mind which turned out to be helpful. It had been near half a century, he was due for a good idea.
Annie is a dancer from what I've gathered. She also hates Jasper for no apparent reason. I think she's taken my room back because I always catch her inside when she thinks I'm out. I even found her playing my piano which now smells suspiciously of Lysol. She's not very good but asked me if I could teach her. Carlisle suggests I should and I have no objections.
-Edward Cullen
Oh. My. God. Edward had a girlfriend before Bella! Oh she was going to love this, especially because she thinks that Edward has never had a girlfriend before so he was lying to her. I would never lie to her, she knows that. And I bet this Amy girl was with him the entire time he was in LA.
I grabbed the book and decided I was going to read one more entry before I took it back to my place to photo copy it. I was going to find some other deep dark secret about the Cullens and then my life would be complete. Bella would come running into my arms and Edward will die of embarrassment.
May 16
I'm sorry. She made me promise I would do one thing for her but Annie wouldn't tell me what it was. She had been getting progressively worse but this was by far the lowest I had ever seen her. She was blocking me but she made me promise.
I couldn't do it, I was weak. But I did see the life drain from her eyes and feel her thoughts go blank. I couldn't burn her like I did with the other's, it didn't seem right. I had to leave the body, Aro will take care of it for me. But Annie is gone and I killed her. She couldn't face her demons any longer and now they've been passed down to me.
I just hope to God she was right.
I dropped the book to the floor and at my hand started to tremble. I just stared into space where the book had been and I didn't even hear Tyler come up the stairs in back of me.
"Hey Mike, what's up?" he asked slightly worried.
"Edward Cullen's a murderer."
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