"Come in" Aro called out to me after a few moments. I opened the large door and stepped inside the room. Aro had his hair tied in a ponytail and his head rested in the palm of his hand as he stared at the computer screen. I could see that we was looking at the latest reviews of our last magazine. I had already read most of them, and from what I could tell, the general population loved the new look of the magazine.

"You wanted to see me Aro?" I ask my boss. He wasn't really my boss, but he did own the company. He had hired me from the get go to be the manager of his company. Aro had inherited a lot of money after his parents had passed away, and eventually he got bored with all the simple things that money had gotten him. Like his Corvette, or his mansion, or his yacht. So he bought himself a company.

"Yes, please Miss Swan, take a seat." He waved his free hand in the general direction of the chairs in front of his desk. Once I had taken my seat, he began. "I saw the new magazine today. I must say, while I was truly stunned with the red and black number I had picked out, I'm much more impressed with how this picture turned out. She looks fierce, she looks dangerous, and she looks like she could be a very good dominatrix." He chuckled to himself. "Rumor is this is the magazine that will put us into record breaking profits. However, I do have one issue with it." He paused and looked over to me.

"What would that be, Aro?" I tried to think of what could possibly be wrong with the magazine.

"It doesn't have enough. There's just no enough." He said to me.

"Enough what?" I was puzzled, surely there was enough naughty articles in the magazine, and the pictures were nearly perfect. Of course, I never read Vampire Bites, the idea of pain causing pleasure, or any other taboo sex subject was off limits in my mind. I could barely handle thinking of regular sex without getting embarrassed.

"Enough! It's not enough. There needs to be more! I can't put my finger on it, but there's something missing." Aro waved his hands around him dramatically. This little ass is pulling my leg. I thought. Being a spoiled baby-man can cause serious problems to the mental health of said baby-man.

"Well, I'll see what I can do. I know exactly what you mean." I said, even though I had no idea what he meant.

"Thank you Miss Swan, I knew you'd understand!" He blew me a kiss and turned back to reading the reviews. He waved good bye and I knew I was excused.

I stood up and walked out of his office and made my way back to mine. I needed to start on scheduling photos for the next issue of Vampire Bites.

~~**oo**~~

I made my way home the from dinner meeting after at least three hours of discussing the next possible model to be put on the cover of the magazine. Of course names like Angelina Jolie and Megan Fox were passed around, but one of the unique things about our magazine was we only featured new models on the cover. Also, the idea that Megan Fox would dare pose for a bondage magazine was enough to make the entire table laugh.

Eventually we settled on holding audition for the next model starting next week. I would be the one to choose the girl. Of course, I already knew the type of girl I was looking for. Long hair, pale skin, and legs that would make a man drool.

I pulled up in front of my apartment building in downtown Lincoln, California. When I had originally rented out the place I figured being far away from Sacramento and VB Headquarters was a good thing. It meant I could keep my work very separate from my home, but looking back, the thirty minute commute was not worth it.

Remembering that Edward was supposed to be there, I combed through my windblown hair and tried to make it presentable. I walked into the building, said hello to Jasper the young doorman who my friend Alice enjoyed flirting with every time she came over, and pushed button number 16 in the elevator. The ride up was quiet save for the rhythmic drumming of the African drum song that was playing. Another thing I loved about my apartment complex was the elevator music. It was always something new and exciting.

Once I reached my destination I slid my key in the lock and let myself into my home. The TV was already going, from what I could tell, it was TLC. Edward was a sucker for What Not To Wear. I yelled out a hello, but got no answer.

"Edward? You there?" I yelled again, dropping my bag at the front door and kicking off my shoes. I walked into the kitchen and saw Edward had helped himself to dinner, but didn't bother to clean up the dirty dishes. I shook my head, "Edward! You didn't put away your dishes!" Of course there was still no answer.

I made my way through the kitchen and into my bedroom, I changed into my PJ's before I noticed that the bathroom door was shut. "Edward, you in there?" I knocked lightly on the door but didn't hear any response. When I try to open the door, it's locked.

"Edward, this isn't funny. Please open the door." I leaned against my bathroom wall and knocked louder. "Edward! I'm going to unlock the door. So you better hope you find a way to explain yourself." I walked over to the bedside table and pulled open one of the drawers. The slim key was right at the bottom, next to my reading glasses and the pen knife I keep with me when I'm sleeping.

I fit the key in the lock and turned the knob. "Edward, you are in so much trouble." I grumble as I step into the bathroom. Once inside it takes me a second to process what I see.

Edward is on the ground. He's not wearing pants, or underwear. And there's blood and vomit everywhere. I can see a nasty gash along his forehead from which there's still blood pouring out. "Edward?" I'm still in shock. He's not moving, in fact, I don't even think he's breathing. But all I can do is stand there.

Suddenly I hear something, it's high pitched and it hurts my ears. My eyes are glued to my boyfriend's frozen body so I can't see what's making the noise. That's when I realize it's me. I'm making the noise, I'm screaming.

"Help! Help!" I still don't understand any of this, but my mouth is already moving as I stumble backwards. I hear a knock at the door. I should go get it, but all I do is continue to scream as I look at Edward's body.

Suddenly, he's moving. Except it's not to open his eyes, or to tell me he's fine. He's shaking back and forth, convulsing as foamy saliva drips down the side of his mouth. His eyes are fluttering, and suddenly his entire body begins to spasm, he hits his head against the corner of the cabinet, and more blood pours out of the gash on his forehead.

"Help!" I'm still screaming, but louder. The knocking on the door gets louder and I can hear someone trying to talk to me through the door. I hear the words ambulance and 911. I can only hope that's what they're doing, because I'm still frozen.

My boyfriend is convulsing on the ground and all I can do is watch.

~~**oo**~~

Authors Note: See, I told you all it was getting serious. Come back in a day for the next chapter.