Chapter Seven

Luck happened to be on my side the night that I was going to the college party with Jessica.

Just like I had luck on my side the night that I had murdered Lauren Mallory.

Charlie had gotten a chest infection and recently passed out from the medication he had been prescribed by the doctor in his bedroom, snoring despite the fact that I knew he would feel even more shitty when he would wake up. I dressed how I wanted to do so in a dress that would have Charlie end up with cardiac arrest from the sexiness and obvious borderline whorish for someone that was my age.

It was a black hollowed out fold bateau neck long sleeved dress that fell around my midthigh. I had on black high heels with ribbons that went around the lower part of my legs. My hair was piled up in a messy bun and I wore makeup that brought out my features. I hurried out of the house with my high heels clicking, leaving behind sound that would have probably woken Charlie up if he wasn't passed out right now (Charlie was a light sleeper, whenever it was inconvenient but for this one time it was inconvenient for him to wake up and he wouldn't do so just to spite me).

Jessica had offered to drive me into the city in order for us to carpool, but I had insisted I would be fine driving up to the city, despite the fact that I had an antique truck. I would be in the shitty truck that I in no way had asked my dad to buy.

I had to leave early to get to a decent time, right at the time it would be fashionable late. I was after all making sure I would enter the party with a statement that would turn heads (I had made sure to do this with the dress I was wearing). I had no shame with the attention I would receive, especially when I would be dressed like this.

Getting into my truck I still couldn't help but send a glare at the vehicle I had been gifted. I still didn't care for the truck and would have rather been driving anything else.

Alas I was supposed to be a grateful and sweet daughter, thankful that Charlie had gone out of his way in order for him to give me the truck. I couldn't just throw away the gift he had given me, not if I wanted to still have the sweet daughter act (I had gone through seventeen years of being the sweet daughter, innocent and I had already gotten too far into the ploy to just throw it away).

The drive up to Port Angeles took a little longer than I wanted to but I still got to the street where the stylish apartment complexes were.

There was the sound of loud music that was blasting from one of the upper floors of the brick apartment building. It was on the nicer side, I could tell, and that the party I had been indirectly invited to, if one would call me being invited to the party because Jessica had a cousin that was going to the party he had been invited to on Myspace.

There were a few party people that were heading up the front doors of the apartment complex so they could go onto the floor where the party was.

Some of them paused what they were doing when they saw me getting out of the rusty truck, a few of them had their eyebrows arched upwards at the sight of me coming out of my truck. I knew it was a sight to see, to see me dressed like this (in clothes that actually cost a bit higher than normal everyday clothes) yet getting out of a truck that was a piece of shit. I would sell it to them if I could, but I was here for a party, not to get basically no money from someone.

One of the men that was heading upstairs opened the front door and I gave him a wink before I went to the stairs that led up to the second floor of the apartment complex. It was one of those skinny warehouse aesthetic apartment complexes but had been refurbished and fixed up for people to move into. Barely on the pricier side, but it was obvious that it was one of those apartment complexes that needed at least four or five roommates that could pay for the rent.

There were many people that were outside of the actual apartment and in the complex when I got to the second floor. Some of them had cigarettes in their hands, with the smoke blowing out in long wisps. There were others that were obviously high off of drugs, but again I wasn't here because I was wanting to get high off drugs and needed to talk to some drug dealer.

I wasn't dumb enough to get addicted to drugs, I needed to have a sane mind (well sane enough when you were two kills away from actually being a serial killer). Maybe I would have a potential victim here, everyone was too drunk or high to pay attention to whatever was happening here. Besides there were too many people that were underage and would want to make sure they wouldn't be found out drinking or doing drugs.

Reaching the apartment that the party was held in, it didn't surprise me when it came to the fact the front door was propped open.

An obvious invitation for anyone to come into the said apartment, even if they didn't have an invitation.

Yay.

No crowd control here.

I entered to see a quite spacious living room, where I was greeted with so many people that were packed together with red plastic cups in their hands, conversing freely with each other. The music was thundering throughout the room, it wouldn't surprise me if one had to yell in order for them to have a conversation with another person. I wasn't someone who was looking forward to talking to someone, much less having to yell at them.

I didn't search out Jessica, partly because I sat her making out with a guy on one of the cheap couches one of the renters had found in an alleyway and refurbished. They were sprawled out sloppily on the couch and were all tongues and roaming hands. She obviously had decided she would slut herself out to deal with her best friend's death.

I rolled my eyes and though a part of me was tempted to drink to my heart's content I knew I couldn't do that, I especially tried to avoid those that had alcohol in their cups because there were chances where they would trip or something and the drink would spill over me. My dress would be ruined, and I would smell like alcohol, and that was the last thing that I needed to deal with at the moment.

Instead, I managed to go around the people that were stumbling and moving around the room. The carpet had some stains on it already.

It was a shame because I was certain the apartment would have been nicer if it weren't for the fact that a bunch of college kids that were party people had ruined the carpet. The carpet was doomed the moment all the roommates had signed the papers, it was not destined to stay that pretty and clean that long. It was to have alcohol and puke stains on it all because the college kids decided they would like to throw parties in their apartment.

I managed to get to the hallway where the floor had transitioned from the carpet to smooth concrete for some reason. It made the footsteps of those that were wearing shoes even more reverberating, though the loud music kind of covered the sound of footsteps on the concrete.

Some of the walls were made of exposed brick and others were just paster. I didn't care to look at the photographs of the roommates that hung on the walls. I didn't pay attention to the way there were drink spills on the walls either.

None of it was of interest.

Instead, my eyes landed on a familiar blond standing on the fire escape at the end of the hallway. My fingers danced against my thighs at the fact I had a small knife that was tied right above where the hem of my dress line was. I smirked with the thumping bass in the background reminding me of the soundtrack of a horror movie. I was the killer and poor like Mikey was the victim, just like his off again girlfriend's best friend. The innocent and awkward new girl in school would be the one who would end up murdering him to her heart's content.

Humming along with the beat in the background I rolled my brown eyes at the couple that was stumbling into one of the bedrooms of the apartment. I just hoped it was the actual person who owned the apartment and their fling for the night. Otherwise, I would not be a happy camper. I would be pissed at them if I came into the room to see two people having sex in my bed.

Mike had a beer in his hand as I reached the window that was cracked open, barely open enough for me to crawl under and onto the fire escape. Mike jerked away from where he was leaning against the railing of the fire escape, his eyes landing on the sight of me. His mouth felt open as he dropped his beer can, allowing it to hit the ground and splatter beer upon the bottom of my legs along with my expensive shoes I had bought specifically for this dress.

Mike began to mumble apologies while slurring his words, evident that he was starting to get further into drunkenness. It wouldn't surprise me if he didn't have that good of an alcohol tolerance, I didn't really know if I had one or not since I didn't drink that much. I didn't see the point in getting this drunk, since it would make my inhibitions go.

"I'll get it, don't worry," I remarked, before bending down and picking up the beer can, and he turned his attention away from me. I threw the beer can over the railing and ignored it as it hit the alleyway ground beneath us.

Mike was turned away from me now, his attention towards me was short lived. He had managed to get a good look at my cleavage and my legs, had his fill, before he turned away and looked at the other complexes that were around us.

I didn't know why he wouldn't look at me because I obviously was better looking than the urban landscape around us. It was convenient though for the time being because I was able to take the knife that I had hidden on my upper thigh.

Mike had turned around right when I up righted myself and hid the knife behind me. Inside everyone was happily partying no matter the age and what the law said. I moved my arm with the knife off to the side as I went to lean against the railing next to him. He turned his attention towards me and studied me, his eyes were still a little clouded from the alcohol.

Taking this in stride I moved myself in an angle that would make him see me more attractive. I slowly began to stalk towards him, making him stumble backwards so he could lean against the railing behind him. Bringing my hand that didn't have the knife in it, I brought my fingers up and ran them through his gelled locks.

Disgusting, the boy was overusing the hair product.

Yet I needed his guard down.

As I filled his mind with flirtations about his appearance and the attraction that I was having towards him I noted how pathetic he was.

He was soaking in all the flirtations I was giving him, as though he expected me to have fallen for his charms after all. There were no said charms that he claimed he had; everything was made up. I didn't think that he was anything worth looking at, he was nothing more than another pubescent teenager that had an ego.

I had him right where I wanted him, leaning forward to brush my lips against his. He reached his hands out to wrap his hands around my hair and without having any hesitation I brought my hand up that had the knife and slammed it hard into the part of his head that would almost instantly kill him. His knees buckled and he dropped in front of me, the knife in my hand coated with blood.

Turning, I noted how there was a cleaning rag that was sitting on one of the fire escape stairs that went to the next level of the fire escape.

It must have been left from the last person that attempted to clean the window.

I plucked it up and cleaned the knife, making sure to get the blood off of it before I tied it back on my upper thigh. I glanced down at the sight of Mike Newton sprawled out on the fire escape, if he wasn't dead already, he would be dead before they would find the body.

Climbing back into the apartment window, I went down the hallway and noted that Jessica was passed out on the couch with a bottle of alcohol sitting on the ground next to the couch. I rolled my brown eyes at her, knowing that she would not have a fun time getting home. We hadn't carpooled together so the said passed out girl would not be getting a ride home from me.

Finding the host, a charming and quite attractive college boy, I thanked him for inviting me and Jessica to the party. He was too invested in the girl that was sitting next to him to really pay attention to me. Still, he nodded his head and waved his hand as though to shoo me away, afraid that I would be the one that would take the girl away from him.

I had barely arrived home and taken a shower when Charlie woke up in his bedroom, asking me to refill his liter of water so he would stay hydrated. I smiled at him with charm, dressed in simple and modest pajamas and all my makeup washed away along with my hair damp and clean. I looked like any other good seventeen-year-old daughter taking care of her sick father.

It wouldn't be until it was actual daylight that I was welcomed with Jessica stumbling up Charlie's front porch still dressed in the clothes she had worn to the party. She was missing one of her shoes, it was probably still in the car, or it was back at the guy's apartment.

I arched one of my eyebrows up, wondering what made her like this before deciding that she probably had Lauren help her out when she was still alive. Still, she had to have had some self-morals to herself when her best friend was alive.

"Mike's dead!"

It was the first thing I had heard when I opened the front door all the way, seeing that she was trembling, and her makeup was running down her face. She had red rimmed eyes, and her dress was dirty, torn in some places. She smelt of pot and alcohol…her parents were going to have a good time when they would have their daughter come home.

I stared at her confused for a moment, before slowly asking her to repeat herself.

"I–I said that Mike's dead! He got stabbed or something last night, at the party! Brad had to throw him into the dumpster to hide his body so that he doesn't get caught having an illegal party. I…I just–"

Wait.

What?

I almost laughed at the fact that Jessica had just come to tell me the boy who owned the apartment threw Mike's dead body into the dumpster. I also wanted to ask her if she was alright, though that would be downright cruel of me to do so, when it was obvious, she was suffering from a mental breakdown. Sure, it would be quite entertaining to ask her if she was alright, but she was already freaking out enough as it was, I didn't need her yelling at me either.

"Bella!"

Cough.

"Who's at the door?"

Jessica jolted where she stood, her pretty blue eyes fearful as she looked at the staircase. She must have forgotten that I had told her Charlie was sick.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have done what she had just done.

Thankfully, Charlie was hearing loud voices, but he hadn't really heard what was being said. He was probably trying to hack out a lung or something when Jessica was admitting she had become an accessory to hiding a body. He'd be running down the stairs with his handcuffs if he had or asking me to confirm if what Jessica had just said was real or not.

Thanks to Brad it took a few weeks for them to find Mike Newton's body.

Brad had apparently gotten very paranoid and had a group of friends take Mike's body all the way up to Seattle. They dumped him into the Green-Duwamish River, making sure to have weighs to keep him down. His body was quite eaten by fish and other animals and his body was bloated when he had resurfaced so it wasn't quite pretty when they found his body.

Unlike Mr. and Mrs. Mallory, who allowed them to have a memorial for her, Mr. and Mrs. Newton did not allow there to be a memorial. They didn't want any of the teenagers to gather in the gymnasium and tell stories about Mike.

They didn't allow anyone except close family friends and their relatives to come to the funeral. They didn't want any pitiful looks from those around them, nor did they want to stand around and have smiles upon their faces. They weren't the picture-perfect family; they weren't going to put in an effort like Mr. and Mrs. Mallory did.

I was in the cafeteria at school, playing with my food for once and not eating it, when I looked up and noted the strange look that Jasper Hale gave me.

His deep, golden eyes showed that he didn't trust me in the slightest and he never liked leaving me in the presence of Alice.

Sure, he cared about Edward somewhat, but he didn't want me getting any closer to Alice than I already was. She was his mate and the love of his life; he would make sure that I would never harm his mate or jeopardize her in any way.

He knew that I was playing with their feelings, heck he probably could automatically diagnose me with my disorder, but his curiosity overran anything else. He wanted to see what all I was capable of, and maybe he knew I was capable of murder. He was also capable of killing me if he needed to and I had to admit there was a tiny bit of arousal that overcame me at the thought of the sexy vampire being the one to end my life.

"Bella…"

I glanced away from my silent staring contest with Jasper and instead let my eyes land on Edward. Pure, happy Edward that still had no personal boundaries of any type.

The dream vampire guy for many, especially if one couldn't have their mind read by him, but there was absolutely nothing about him that made me want to date him…yet I kind of was. Sort of. It was a work in progress, or whatever the hell this whole thing was.

"Yes, Edward?"

I made sure to make my eyes even more wide, my voice just the right tinge of softness and he was puddy in my hands. I would have done a witch's cackle in my mind, but I didn't want to be too cliche. Besides, even if I was a villainess that didn't mean I had to do certain things to confirm the status society gave to me.

"I…was wondering…"

Tap. Tap. Tap

My eyes flickered to the direction of where Edward had his fingers tapping against the surface of the cafeteria table. He had told me he never held such interest in another person like had to me. It was a shame I was using him, there were chances where he would never trust another person for the rest of his life once I would get what I wanted from him.

I reached my hand out and placed it onto his, as though letting him know he could continue to trust me. He gave me an encouraging smile backwards and lightly squeezed my hand in his, as though it was a warm and human hand. It wasn't human and it was freezing cold, and it was no amount of comforting to me but that was to be expected from a vampire.

"You were wondering what?"

If vampires were able to blush, I was certain that Edward would have his hair almost as red as his hair color. It would have been cute for anyone else to see but it wouldn't really be that attractive to me. I wasn't someone who was really attracted to him, I was more attracted to the vampirism than the actual vampire.

Yet if he were able to blush that would mean he was a human and he would be wasting my time. I wouldn't even be dating him because there was nothing that I could use him for, other than his wealth but even then, wealth didn't mean I would always be able to get away with murder. I had to have vampirism to be able to get away with murder.

"I was wondering if you would like to come over and officially meet my parents."

This was both fantastic and terrible at the same time. Meeting the parents meant Edward would like to make things very official between us. I would meet his parents, and chances were one of his parents–whether it was the doctor or his wife–had been the one who had changed him into a vampire. I would bet my money and my humanity (well that was if anyone believed I had any humanity in me) on it being Dr. Cullen.

Reaching my hand up, I bit the corner of my lip and hid behind some of my hair, shielding him with a curtain of dark hair. I shuffled awkwardly and made sure to look extremely shy, "are you sure? I mean, do you think that they will like me?"

"They're going to love you, Bella," Edward assured me, which in return made me push my hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear. My doe-like eyes became brighter at what he said, though I was more thankful that he didn't add on the fact that, "because I love you."

Any other girl would have wanted him to add that onto his sentence but that was a living nightmare for me. When I would become vampire chances were he would try and make me fall in love with him for real, or he would try and murder me. I hoped it would be the second, because it would give me the excuse to get rid of him for good.

Alas, that wasn't going to happen…yet.

Instead, I was going to meet his parents.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 2 OF 3 UPDATE.

AS ALWAYS: TWILIGHT DOESN'T BELONG TO ME

-IT'SEMMYNOTEMMA