I really wanted to upload another chapter and everything just came to me when I was reading the old and new reviews.

Let me know what you think and thank you so much for all the alerts that this story has received.

This chapter will be fairly short and I'm giving more clues to the case of the killer. The sub plot will aid the story and will aid Bella and Edward getting together. I just decided that I don't want the story to be too much of a cliché

Enjoy.

Hands caressed my skin and trailed down my neck, chest and stomach. They continued down their path until the found my dripping centre. One finger dipped into my core and started the slow movement of sliding in and out.

"Oh God" I gasped and bit my lip hard, drawing blood.

I pulled the body that lay next to me over myself and looked up into the eyes. They were filled with love.

"I need you" I gasped

Feeling him at my entrance I moaned and sighed once he began to enter me. His hands kept a hold of my hips as he thrust in and out in a slow movement.

My hips bucked to meet his and I couldn't escape the moans the came from my lips, or help the deep feeling of satisfaction that I got from hearing him chant my name over and over again.

"I……I love you Bella" He whispered in my ear.

"I love you too, Edward" I cried.

I shot up out of my deep sleep and pleasant dream. Fuck no. I did not just have another sex dream about Edward, this was getting out of hand. I felt a movement at my side and looked at Edward asleep beside me. I quickly realised that we were in the living room, where we had fallen asleep last night, and had slept in.

I studied his face for a while and noticed how perfect he was. He had full lips that had creases in the side from his dazzling smiles. His perfectly sculpted cheekbones looked like something that the gods made. He had the smallest amount of stubble from not shaving recently and his face had a look of serenity plastered across it. He truly was breathtakingly beautiful.

My eyes lingered on the small scar that he had on his chin from when I had cut him trying to give him a shave. I always felt so guilty about that, even though we both knew it was an accident and he never blamed me. I lowered my face down to his level and let my lips brush over the scar. Kissing it gently I lingered for a second before pulling away. Edwards eyes fluttered slightly for a few minutes before opening.

"Hey" He croaked as he sat up stretching

"Morning, Sorry if I woke you."

Edward shook his head and stood up stretching some more, also giving me the perfect view of his six pack. I forgot to breathe and almost choked out aloud before regaining my composure and standing up myself.

I tried to stretch and found myself in pain with my shoulder. I winced out loud and Edward was immediately at my side.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked urgently

"Yeah, It's just my goddamn shoulder. I must have been lying on it at night, I have cramp in it."

"Sit down on the floor Bella" Edward commanded.

I couldn't help but follow his order, he had a way of making me do anything that he wanted. I felt him sit down on the couch behind me and felt two masculine hands touch my neck, tensing myself slightly.

"Relax, Bella, your going to make it fucking worse. Just let my magic hands work you over" he soothed me. I couldn't help but imagine what else I wanted those hands to do.

He was kneading my shoulder and neck, giving me the best damn massage that I have ever had. My breathing became shaky and I could feel a stirring in my stomach. I couldn't help but moan out loud.

Edward froze behind me and chuckled softly.

"Don't stop, please it feels so good. The pain is almost away" I moaned.

His hands started again and I couldn't help but notice how they started to go round to the front of my neck and lower slightly. I leaned back a bit and started to squirm in my position. My panties were soaked all the way through and I was sure that he would be able to smell my arousal at any point. My head lolled back and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

How the fuck was he making a massage arousing?

Edwards hands were back round the front of my body and were lowering again, his fingers were brushing over the top of my chest , I was pretty sure that he wasn't going to stop any time soon. I kept biting my bottom lip to try and escape the sighs that would escape my mouth.

Edwards hands dipped below my top and groped under my top. I couldn't help but groan with the contact of skin on skin.

James never touched me like this

The voice in my head that reminded me of James brought me out of my pleasure. I pulled Edwards hands from out my top and stood up. I spun to face him

"I said that this couldn't fucking happen again. Now what do you go and do? You fucking feel me up" I yelled

Edwards face went from pleasure to shock to disbelief to anger.

"WHAT THE FUCK! You know that you enjoyed that just as much as me. I can't believe you're pinning this on me. It takes two to tango Bella and I didn't hear you complaining at any point. I can't take it. I'm fucking out of here. I need to clear my head and I don't need you around me. Stop being such a fucking bitch!"

With that Edward stormed out of the apartment slamming the door. I flinched at the sound of the door banging shut. I couldn't help the sob that escaped from me or the tears that ran down my face.

What the fuck had I said that for? I had just yelled at my best friend and blamed everything that happened on him. We had never had an argument in our lives and here we were yelling at each other.

Fuck this. I wasn't going to cry over something that wasn't my fault. He started to feel me up and I couldn't help it if I fucking enjoyed it. I hadn't asked him to grope me. He did it by himself.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of vodka from the cupboard and a glass. Walking to the living room I sat the bottle down and pulled my briefcase out with the files of the Williamsburg Killer.

I needed to do this to relax. I poured myself a glass of Vodka and drank it slowly before starting to go over my case notes.

The killer had left his DNA on one of the victims, there was also a piece of red hair found at the scene. It was female but matched nobody in the CODIS. This Thomas G Jerwin didn't even exist and we now knew that it was a made up name.

What we did know about the killer was that the victims he picked had to have specific qualities about them. They had to have brown hair, brown eyes, were 5'4 and weighed 110.

The victims names were Belinda Meradith Smith, Melissa Sammy Brookstein , Melinda Brooke Skylar, Marie Sarah Baldwin, Bethany Stewart-Mitchell and Becca Susanne Miller.

As my hand traced over each girls name I noticed a similarity. I gasped and ran to the phone.

I quickly dialled Brittneys phone number and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Britt, It's Bella. Look I was going over the files."

"Bella, you gotta quit this. Stop obsessing. Do I have to tell James Worthing off for not keeping you satisfied. You have to work all the time" She teased

"Look Brittney. All the girls they all have the initials. S, M and B. Don't you see he's not just picking girls that look like his desired victim. He's even picking specific letters to make the fantasy more real."

The silence at the end of the phone was deafening to me.

"Shit Bella, how the fuck did we miss that. Okay well, that's great, that's just great. Go over some more and see if you can find any other similarities. I'll speak to you tomorrow ok. My daughter is waiting for me to take her to bed"

Bed?

I glanced up at the clock and noticed the time. How long had Edward been gone and how long was I looking at the case for?

The lock in the door turned and I watched as Edward walked into the room.

"Look, that was a really shitty thing, that you done back there. I mean really shitty. You're my best friend though and no matter what you do. I can't fucking stay mad. I don't know what is wrong with us but I can't deny the attraction."

"Neither can I. But what do we do?" I pleaded

"We ignore it, pretend it didn't happen and it might go away" He answered sombrely.

I nodded in disappointment, when I noticed something in his hand.

"What's that? An I forgive you present?" I joked

"No. It was lying on the doorstep when I came back. It's got your name on it."

He handed the present to me and watched as I opened the box. A note lay on the top.

My dearest Bella,

I do so hope that one day we will meet. You have been the one looking into my case and my personality. I can only remind you that everyone can be watched. You are no different. I long for nothing more than fulfilling my desire and drinking the sweet blood that is within your body.

Every time I was with those women and I watched the light fade from their eyes all I could picture was you.

I hope that you enjoy my gift and I cannot wait until we meet.

Regards,

T G J

I looked into the cardboard box and lifted out pieces of paper. Turning them around I gasped. There were pictures of me, pictures that were taken when I was out on walks, when I was home, with Edward, with Tanya and lastly one of me sleeping in Edwards arms last night.

I dropped the box to the ground and turned to face Edward who had been looking at the pictures with concern.

He engulfed me in a hug and shushed me.

"Oh God. Edward the victims he's been choosing are supposed to be me. The initials. B, M, S. Bella Marie Swan. He's been watching me." I sobbed into Edwards hug.

"Bella, I will not allow anyone, to hurt you, They are going to have to get through me first. Do you understand? I will protect you." he spoke with determination.

I could only hope that he could protect me, for the killer had already killed 6 other girls and there was only Edward in the way of him making me his final and 7th victim.

So………………………..

Let me know what do you think? Has anyone ever had a horrible experience with someone having an obsession with them?

Has anyone guessed the killer yet?

Stace