Sorry for the slow updates its been one thing after another. I appreciate all the positive reviews. I plan to spend the Christmas holidays non stop writing, so hopefully I will get a few chapters out and ready to upload. I really want to do at least twice a week.

For those who have asked about my wolf story, I previewed in my group. I will only start posting once finished. I would have done this with Edward but to be honest I wasn't sure if anyone would be interested lol.

Thank you once again to my wonderful friend Sherry who despite being busy herself took the time to check my many grammar errors.

Chapter 7

What is so special about him? My eyes haven't strayed from Tyler's unconscious body since we had arrived. I had him tied to the wall while I was seated patiently on my table, waiting for him to come to. He should awake soon and I cannot wait to see if I can work out what it is that kept Isabella tethered to him for so long.

I made a decision on the drive over here, that Tyler will witness Marcus's punishment and death before meeting his own.

He felt different. Personal, and I wanted to take my time with him. I wanted him scared. The monster within me is salivating at the prospect of his prolonged torture. I can't wait to see how he handles watching me dispose of Marcus. Will he beg like so many others, pray to god for salvation or will he accept his fate with a steely determination? I don't know, but I am looking forward to finding out.

The energy running through my body reminded me of my first kill. It seems Nurse O'Neil has been playing on my mind today. My eyes close as I remember.

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Things were a little unorganized in the beginning. Perfecting a new craft always takes time and I was no different.

Carlisle had shown me the abandoned cabin in the woods. It was more of a shack than a cabin, but for the purpose of disposing of Nurse O'Neil, it would work. After showing me where the nurse lived and giving me a syringe filled with an M99 and sedative mixture. I dropped him off at the hotel, covered the trunk in plastic and headed to my target's house.

Letting myself in, I sit at the kitchen table and wait for him to arrive. Luckily for me, it doesn't take long before I hear the front door open and the deadlock being engaged. Calmly, I make my way to the side of the door and wait for him to enter the kitchen. He doesn't turn on the light as he enters and not wanting to waste time I make my move.

Appearing behind him I plunge the needle into his neck, but before I can press the plunger, nurse O'Neil twists free and pulls the needle from his neck. He doesn't have time to speak as I charge and tackle him to the floor, with my hand covering his mouth, I take a moment to enjoy the fear I see in his eyes before I use my other hand to smash his head onto the floor. One. Two. Three times before he's out.

After getting him to the abandoned shack and strapping him to the table. I relish in the new feeling coursing through my body. I felt good and I hadn't even started yet.

A muffled grunt gains my attention and I smile. "Nurse O'Neil. I'm so happy you could join me." Not having a lot of time to waste I open the file that Carlisle had given me in the car, he didn't know I had kept it. My hands shook with excitement. "I have 16 people here. Did you kill them all or were some of them just unfortunate untimely deaths?" He grunted. "Sorry, let me help you with that." I remove the tape from his mouth making him wince in pain.

"Listen kid. You don't wanna do this." He looks me up and down."You're going to get in trouble. What do you hope to achieve here?"

I sigh. I guess I really should answer him. "That's where you're wrong Timothy. This is exactly what I want to do." I smile and touch his cheek. "You don't know how long I've waited for you." The happiness in my voice was unmistakable as I run over all the possible ways I could kill him.

"Wwww… What?" His eyes grow wide as he stares at me and I have to wonder what he sees.

"We're more alike than either of us would care to admit."

"I don't understand." I nod pulling out the hunting knife from my youth, the same knife I use every time I hunt. I enjoy the look of panic that crosses his face when he sees it.

I pull up a chair and take a seat beside his head. "Yes, you do." I point to the folder. "You like to kill people." I shrug. "Turns out, so do I." I lean forward and make a small cut on his cheek. "Actually. You will have the honor of being my first." I have to laugh at the crude thought that crosses my mind. "Not that kind of first." It's a shame Emmett couldn't be here, he would have been proud of that little joke coming out of his freak of a brother's mouth.

"Please… Please, I can pay you." He must realize how serious his predicament is now because the tears had started.

I watch a tear fall from his eye and mix with the small drop of blood leaving the cut. "Why did you do it?"

He shook his head. "I helped them. They were sick."

"I understand." I place the tape back over his mouth. I didn't care what his reasons were, he was here to serve a purpose. "I guess this is me helping you. Most people, if they knew what you had been up to, would describe you as sick. No?" He shook his head and pulled at his restraints. "I understand this sickness. Really, I do. But I plan to be better than you were." I shake my head. "Rather sloppy really."

I guess I should just get to it.

Now where to start.

My face moves closer to his body as my eyes roam over him. I guess anywhere will do. I carefully slice into his stomach, jumping back in surprise when blood spurts up onto my chest. I laugh. "Well, that was unexpected." Adrenaline courses through my body as I plunge the knife deep into his chest with a grunt. The euphoric feeling that swept through me made me feel as if I was flying. Blood splattered over my arms and face with every thrust of the knife, coating me in its deep red essence of life. It was a euphoric feeling.

After a while, my arms grew tired and I looked down at the destruction I had caused. "What a mess." He had stopped moving a while ago, but I couldn't seem to stop.

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It was messier than I anticipated, but it was a special day for me. The first of many and I would always be grateful for Nurse O'Neil; he made me who I am today.

"Www… What's going on? Who the fuck are you?" My eyes snap open and meet with fearful brown eyes. They were nothing like Isabella's brown eyes, hers had flecks of gold and green in them, making them appear almost magical. Tyler's were dark and flat. Ordinary eyes for an ordinary person.

His eyes look manically around the room, taking in every conceivable inch, from floor to ceiling and everything in between, was covered in painters plastic. The clear polyethylene film makes everything in the room appear both shiny and blurry, like a dream of a room. I don't often go to these lengths when covering the cabin's walls, but with two guests here, I needed to be extra vigilant. You never know how messy you can get when caught in the moment.

"I'm Edward. It's nice to meet you." I jump from the table and walk over to him. "Okay, that's a lie, it's not nice to meet you I was just trying to be polite."

"What the fuck." He pulls at his restraints.

"You're not very eloquent are you?" I watch him continue to pull. "What does Isabella see in you?"

"Bella. What does Bella have to do with this?" He thrashes about. "Bella! Bella, you bitch!" He screams her name. "When I get out of here..."

"She's not here you imbecile." I shake my head. "Not very bright either." This guy had wooed Isabella. Seriously? "It must be the depression," I mutter to myself. "It must have made her delusional." I nod to myself, happy with my reasoning. I walk back over to the table and sit back on it. "Now tell me how you did it?"

"How I did what?"

"Convinced Isabella to stay with you for so long. You're not much to look at compared to her and it definitely wasn't your winning personality." I know how he did it. He manipulated her.

He looks at me. "What is this about? Do I owe you money?"

I roll my eyes at his stupidity. "Isabella of course," I speak to him slowly.

"Bella? What? I don't understand." His brows furrow as he watches my legs swing to and fro.

"That doesn't surprise me." I still my legs. "Do you love her? Why did you hit her?"

Anger flashed briefly in his eyes and he looks at me. "She's mine."

"No, she's not." I wanted to say that she was mine, but that would make me no better than him. "Do you know what you had? I spend every day playing along with life, hoping to get it right and you had someone who makes the tedious everyday bullshit easier. If I believed in God at all I would swear she was an angel, albeit a dark angel, but an angel nonetheless."

The anger didn't leave his face. "So that's it. The pretty boy wants to fuck my girlfriend." He pulls against the restraints again. "When I get out of here."

I couldn't stop the loud laugh that escaped my mouth. "You're tied to a wall in a plastic covered room and you think you're going to get out of here." I shook my head in disappointment. "And must you be so crude when speaking about her. She's my friend."

"Fuck you."

"You're not my type."

His eyes look around the room again and freeze on my tray of tools. "What?!"

"Pretty, aren't they." He starts to pull at the restraints with more vigor now.

"HELP!" He continues to thrash around as he screams. "SOMEBODY HELP!"

I sigh when the tears start. He really was a disappointment. Grabbing the tape from the table, I make my way to him. "You need to stop crying. Be a man." Pulling a piece of tape off, I place it over his mouth. "There. Much better." His body goes limp as the tears continue.

Deciding to have a little fun I pull my phone out, find the number I want and press the speaker button. It doesn't ring for long before a quiet, flat voice answers.

"Hello."

I couldn't stop the smile stretching across my face. "Isabella." I almost miss it, but the quiet sigh on the other end means she obviously missed me. Unless it was an aggravated sigh. "Are you busy? I wouldn't want to bother you."

"No, no I'm not busy, you're not bothering me at all. Is everything okay?" She missed me. I think.

"Everything is fine, just wanted to see how you were feeling. How's the face? Has it gotten any worse? Did you go to the hospital? I should have taken you." I feel like such an idiot. I'm a doctor and I didn't even check her over to make sure she wasn't hurt.

Her laughter filtering over the line filled me with an emotion I wasn't used to feeling. I felt happy. Maybe I was getting sick. "I'm fine Edward. I promise."

"Okay… That's good. As long as you promise." My eyes move over to Tyler. "So what are you doing?"

The line is silent for a moment. "I'm waiting for Tyler to get home, then I can go to bed." At the sound of his name, he starts to thrash around again.

"Why?" I'm sure he has a key, he can let himself in. Just go to bed." Tyler is shaking his head and attempting to talk from under his taped mouth.

She sighs again, but this time I know it wasn't a happy sigh. "He likes me to wait for him to get home. It's only the weekends that he's normally late, so I don't understand why he hasn't come home yet." Then quietly I hear her mutter. "Maybe he's with that other woman." Then her voice gains volume. "It's just easier to wait for him, otherwise it just causes a fight."

My anger rises. "Isabella, just go to bed." Tyler must see the monster appearing because he starts to beg now. His muffled pleas do not move me if anything, they just fuel my anger. "You go to bed and relax, everything is going to be fine, I promise."

"I don't know."

"Trust me." I plead.

Silence. "Okay." She sounds unsure, but I hope she listens to me.

"I will let you get to bed now." I hope she is able to sleep tonight. "Tomorrow, I want you to meet me at the hospital with your medication."

"What?"

"We are going to review whether you need them or not." Carlisle will be very disappointed if I treat Isabella. "I am going to ask my father to see you." That should make him happier.

"Your father?"

"He's a doctor." I thought she knew this.

"I know that."

"Okay then. Tomorrow I want you to meet me at the hospital. Let's say 11am and then we will go to my father's practice and see if he can help you."

Isabella's voice sounded unsure. "Can't you do it?"

"I will if that would make you feel more comfortable." Fuck the rules. I wasn't about to force Isabella to speak to someone else if she wasn't comfortable. "My father had previously pointed out that it is against the rules to treat family or friends so I thought I could support you as a friend rather than treat you as a doctor."

"You will stay with me?" Her flat voice sounded meek.

"I won't leave your side," I assured her. "Then we can have lunch."

"Okay." She didn't sound certain.

"I know I keep saying this but, trust me. I won't allow anything bad to happen to you." My eyes are staring at Tyler's defeated looking face. It didn't take long for me to beat him. "Go to bed now Isabella." My voice croons to her, something that has never happened to me before

"Goodnight, Edward."

I realize now that the monster has been quiet while speaking to her, she calms him. "Sweet dreams." I stand for a moment, looking at the now silent phone. Then I look at Tyler. His tears have stopped, but his eyes are firmly on me. "She's incredible, isn't she." I wasn't used to these feelings that Isabella invoked within me, maybe I should speak to Carlisle about them.

I make my way over to the table my tools are on and pick up the syringe. Tyler's eyes grow wide as I approach him. "This is going to help you relax. You will want to be well rested for tomorrow, we have a guest joining us." I have a feeling that this weekend will be one of my favorites. "Marcus and I will be giving you a show tomorrow." I smile and plunge the needle into his neck. "Goodnight, Tyler."

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