Jacob and Bella are framed for murder and run away together. Edward is a detective who tries to bring them to justice, as the real killer is still loose in Forks and has Edward marked as its next victim. Can Bella save Det. Cullen and clear their names, as an invisible force terrorizes the innocents in Forks?
Sirens and flashing lights swirled around my head. Flashbacks from after the party at Charlie’s zoomed in and out in front of my eyes. I had a throbbing headache that was killing me. I remembered my hands, they had blood on them. That was after the fight. I looked at them now and they’re clean. Could I …?
“Miss Swan, Det. Cullen would like to speak to you.” An officer with bleak grey eyes and silver hair was standing over me. He helped me off the front porch of Charlie’s house and we went inside. Charlie was on a stretcher, inside a body bag. I peeked over at him as they zipped him up. I winced and threw myself on the nearest person. Someone rubbed my shoulder. I looked up at the officer’s green eyes and disheveled bronze hair.
“Bella Swan?” he asked, with remorseful, soft eyes. I gulped, unable to form a simple sentence. “I’m Det. Cullen. I know this is a hard time for you, but I must ask you some questions about your father. Was it you who called the police?”
Oh crap. I’m so going to jail.
“Miss Swan, I need you to speak for me, if you can,” he said, softly. I nodded, again, and swallowed. Then, managed a few words.
“I called the police.”
“Were you the only one here with Charlie?” His brows bent down, and I knew where he was headed. What should I say? Should I lie? Should I tell the truth? Either way I’m screwed.
“I- I- I don’t remember,” I stammered. He sighed heavily. Oh crap. I’m such a bad liar.
“Miss Swan, please. What happened here,” he urged. "Every minute you stall, the killer gets farther away. I don't have time for this."
“The- There was a fight.” I nodded. “Yeah. That’s right.”
“What was the fight about?”
“Charlie and my boyfriend got into an argument.” I winced. Had I said too much?
He nodded. “Keeping going.”
“Then, things got physical.” I looked around at the broken lamp and the slashes in the couches. Things sure did get physical.
“Who started the fight, the physical one?” he asked.
I hesitated. His eyes narrowed. I could tell he wanted to slap the cuffs on me so badly at this point. “I- I don’t re-“
“Don’t lie to me,” he hissed.
“I’m not!” I bucked my eyes.
“Are you protecting your boyfriend?”
I pulled away from him, outraged. “Jacob would never hurt Charlie.”
I zipped my lips.
“Don’t worry. You don’t have to say anything else. We know how to find people.” Edward pulled out a walky-talky. He radioed another officer. My face turned white. I didn’t know what else to do, so I bolted for the door. “Hey!” Edward shouted. “Stop her!”
I dodged the old, grey officer and ran to my truck. I got inside and drove down the dark road to LaPush. As I knocked on Billy’s door, my knees buckled.
“Come on, Jake,” I panicked. I banged on the door some more. It finally opened and it was Jacob’s sister, Rachel on the other side.
“Bella, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“I need to see Jake.” I passed her and went to his room. He opened the door and pulled me inside. Then, he shut the door behind me.
“How is Charlie? Did you tell him I was sorry?” Jacob asked.
“Jake, Charlie’s dead.”
“What? I just saw him two hours ago.”
“He’s dead, Jake,” I snapped. Jacob froze for a minute.
“How? What happened?”
I couldn’t speak. I just stared at him like an idiot. He put his hands on my shoulders and bore his eyes into me.
“Bella, what did you do?”
“Me?” I yelled. “You think I did something to Charlie?”
“Well, what happened after I left?”
“I don’t know what to say,” I started to break down. “The police are at my house. With the way things look, I could be blamed for this.
“Well, did you do it?”
“Then, who did?”
“I don’t know. I was in my room. When I came back down stairs Charlie was dead,” I screeched. “He’s dead. My father is dead, Jacob.” My tears blurred the sight before me. Jacob reached for me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.
“We’ll figure this out,” he mumbled against my earlobe. I nodded, unable to stand on my own. He supported my weight, so that I wouldn't slip to the floor.
"Who could have done this?" I mumbled against his bare chest.
way to go Bella! can't wait to read your next update!
Chapter 16 Arrest
After searching for a nice place in the woods to start a fire, we set Caius’ body parts to flames. The stench was unbearable. Bella covered her mouth with her jacket.
“Bet you never thought you’d be doing this on a beautiful day like today,” I said.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she said, looking at the grey sky and the black smoke reaching it. “I just wish it was Cody and not whoever this guy was. I’m glad I saved you, though.”
“Yeah. Thanks for that.”
We went and sat in the Volvo. I caught myself staring at her dirty face and bloody clothes. I reached in the glove compartment for some napkins and started to wipe her face.
“I got it. Thanks,” she said, taking the napkin and cleaning herself. She stopped and started thinking to herself. Since I couldn’t hear her thoughts, I read her expressions. It was a start. She was fearful and concerned. I was annoyed that I couldn’t put together full sentences, only the readable emotions. Why? I should be ecstatic about this, a person whose mind I can’t rummage through. I started to ask her to think out loud, but that didn’t feel right. Her thoughts should be hers, just like everyone else’s. So, why didn’t I just let Caius take me? It was so hard to find a blessing in this curse.
“I should get you back to Leah,” I said.
“No. What’s the rush? I feel much safer around you, anyway,” she said, looking down. I paused for a moment with uncertainty, my mind faltering.
“Well, I’m sure they’re all worrying about you.” I put the car in gear. We were back on the road. I didn’t like the crinkle that had formed between her eyebrows. She relaxed her shoulders and sat back, sleepily. When my eyes were back on the road, there was a tall, dark cloaked figure standing in the middle of the street. I hit the brakes and my car swerved before coming to a halt. The figure stood an inch before my bumper. Bella woke up.
“What… is that?” she asked. The cloak fell down, revealing a slender man with brown hair and colorless, milky white eyes.
“Marcus,” I grumbled. They just won’t quit. His eyes started glowing. He opened his mouth and a white cloudy fog was coming out of it. Bella gasped. I had never seen him do that before. The fog started to circle the Volvo and my side window cracked. I hit the gas hard and Marcus went flying over my car, denting the windshield and the roof. I didn’t slow down until I couldn’t see him in the rearview mirror anymore.
“What the heck is going on?” Bella shrieked. “Why are all these freaks after you?”
“I already told you why.”
“And what the heck was he doing?!”
“I don’t think you want to know.”
“That was creepy as hell.”
“He couldn’t do that before.”
“You know him?”
“His name is Marcus. He’s part of the Volturi guard in Volterra. He must have stolen that power from another vampire.”
“And now he’s after yours.”
“You don’t like your power anyway. Why not just let them have it and you can end all of this?”
“Not going to happen.”
“Because deep down you know it’s what makes you special.”
“Wrong. Just imagine all the evil they could get away with if they had my power. That’s why they want it so badly. There is another reason I can’t let them have it.”
“What is it?”
“I saw inside Caius’ head that the power transfers take so much energy out of the person that they end up dying. My brain literally started to sizzle. I don't want to go through that again.”
“Your vampire police sound like frauds and crooked cops,” she said.
“There is one way to stop them. Kill the queen bee. That’s Aro. He’ll be really hard to get to.”
“You’re not actually thinking about going to Volterra, are you?”
“You’re safe here with the wolves. My problem is bigger. It could affect the whole world.”
“Bigger?! I could freaking die!”
“Well, we both have that to worry about now, don’t we?”
“Just take me home, then. I’m sure Cody is waiting for me.” She folded in her arms.
“Don’t be like that.”
“Be like what?”
Bella stared out the window, sour-faced.
“You’re going to be fine,” I said, at a weak attempt to change her attitude. “I’ll be back to check on you.”
“And if you don’t make it back? What if you don’t come out of there alive?”
“I’m already dead, so.”
“Sorry. That was a bad joke.” I pulled up in front of her house. Three half dressed males and Leah jumped out of the bushes.
“Bella, where the hell did you go?” Jacob stormed. “I was worried about you!”
“Calm down,” she said, getting out of the car. “I was with Edward.” I debated whether or not I should get out, too, with four angry faces staring at me through the cracked windows. I opened the door and got out. They stood back, horror-stricken.
“Bella, that’s a vampire,” Leah said.
“I know. I left that part out.”
“Conveniently,” Leah snorted. “You could have told me. I would have gone with you. You just took off. We were supposed to stay together.”
“I know, Leah. I’m sorry.”
“You have any idea how much danger you put yourself in?” Jacob said. “How much danger you put Leah in?”
“I can protect myself. Thanks,” Leah said.
“Leah can protect herself. I can’t,” Bella said.
“That was so wrong. We’re the ones risking our lives to protect you and you run off to see a vampire?” Leah said.
“Will everyone just stop yelling at me?” Bella snapped. “Det. Cullen here is a friend. I didn’t run off to see him, I was looking for Cody like everyone else.”
“Oh. So, he’s a detective,” Leah said, mockingly. “Yeah, that makes what you did so much better.”
“Well how many times do you want me to apologize?” Bella seethed.
“Apologize all you want. It doesn’t excuse what you did,” Leah said, through gritted teeth. Paul put himself between them.
“Stop arguing. We’ve been arguing all day. Aren’t your lungs tired,” he said.
“Thanks to you,” Leah snipped at Bella.
“Stop it!” Paul said, adding more space between them. “This doesn’t help our problem. We need to get together on a plan. And Bella, you need to start doing what you’re told and stay put.”
I grinned at the defiant look on Bella’s face. I needed to go, but I couldn’t leave the country without knowing that she was alright. Why was I putting this little human before my own needs? I don’t even know her. Maybe that’s it. I wanted to know her. I can’t get to know her if she’s dead.
One thing at a time, though. I eased into my car and headed back to my loft where Aila's body was to do the clean up. Police cars were perched all over the premises. Timmy met me outside the building and came up to me.
“Sir, there’s been some complaints about a foul smell coming out of your loft,” he said. She couldn’t have been rotting that quickly.
“Thanks, Tim. I’ll take care of it,” I said.
“But, sir,” he blocked me again. “Someone called the police and…”
I stared at him.
“And what, Tim?”
He just stared at me with a blank face. I moved him out of my way and went up to my loft. Cops were in the hallway. I slowed my pace. Chief Rockefeller emerged from my loft, with Det. Johns and a few others from the station. This was bad. I pushed through them and saw Aila on the carpet, red roses stuffed in her mouth. I stared, eyes bucked.
“It was you all along,” Det. Johns said, his chubby face flooded with betrayal. Rockefeller approached me, smirking and shaking his head.
“You almost got away, too, heading back to Alaska,” Rockefeller said.
“No. There’s been a mistake,” I said.
“The only mistake was trusting you from the start,” he said. “The killer was right under our noses the whole time. Cuff him.” Officers swarmed me. I was read the Miranda rights as tight cuffs sliced into my wrists. They hauled me out in front of a huge crowd that had gathered to see the Red Rose Killer up close.
“The Red Rose killer right here, folks. We got him,” Rockefeller shouted to the crowd, encouraging their cheers. I looked out at Timmy from the back seat window of the police car. The boy was shaking so bad and he peed himself, thinking about how close he had been to an actual serial killer. The only problem was I wasn’t him.
Oh no! What will they do now? Will Bella be able to help him again? And will she be able to persuade the wolves to help too? There are so many enemies out there, they definitely need all the help they can get! Can't wait to see what happens next!
Chapter 17 Jailbait
There I was, behind a jail cell, sporting an orange jumpsuit. I could easily escape, but that would spark a man hunt and more trouble than necessary. I wasn’t even aloud a phone call.
A guard came in. “Cullen, you have a visitor.”
I looked up from my hands. He opened the cell and let me out. He led me to a booth. On the other side of it was Alice. I sat down, relieved, and picked up the phone.
“Edward, how in the world did you get yourself into this mess?” she said.
“Hello. Nice to see you too, Alice,” I grimaced. “Your timing is a little off.”
“I told you my visions have been off lately. I don’t know what to believe and what to ignore. I’m sorry, Edward. You’re going to have to wait it out. I tried bribing a few guards to let you go, so far no luck. I’m not sure if I should keep trying. People are getting suspicious, seeing a pretty girl strut around here whispering to guards.”
“Then, don’t risk getting caught. Thanks for trying though.”
“I’ll stick around. I hate seeing you in that hideous jumper. It doesn’t look good on anyone. Least they could do is find you something decent to wear.”
“This isn’t a catwalk, Alice. It’s jail.”
“Yeah, but still.”
“I need you to do something for me. There’s this girl named Bella Swan-“
“Edward, you met a girl?”
“It’s not like that.”
“You always say that.”
“Anyways. Cody is after her and I need you to go by her house and check on her. She should be easy to look up. There’s only one Bella Swan in this town.”
“So Cody is the reason you’re in here. I should have known.”
“He framed me for a girl’s murder, at least I think it was him. She was already dead, but-“
“Ugh. Such a mess.”
“If I don’t get out of here, they’re going to try and pin all those other murders on me, and I was right about Irina. Check your clothes and any pretty floral things you might have picked up lately. And if you see Cody or Irina, run. Don’t try to fight them. I don’t know what’s going on in Volterra, but Caius and Marcus have been here. Bella killed Caius. Marcus is somewhere lurking. I hit him with my car.”
“A human killed Caius? Suddenly, I can’t wait to meet this Bella girl. She sounds like a keeper, already.”
“Alice, she’s being guarded by werewolves. So be careful about how you approach the situation. Let them know you’re friendly.”
“Werewolves?!” Alice blurted.
“Shh! Yes, werewolves.”
“Ugh, Edward. The things I do for you…”
“I’d really appreciate it.”
“That’s all you want, for me to check on Bella and report back?”
“I just want to make sure she’s alive.”
“I’ll do what I can.”
“Thanks, sis,” I said. “And don’t try to be a hero. The Volturi are really after us, this time.”
“They’re after everyone. It’s going to take another revolution to stop them. We’re useless against them without the powers we have.”
“We’re also dead, literally.”
“I’ll get the family together. You and I aren’t going down without a fight.”
“Alice, no. The Volturi are only after vampires with extraordinary powers.”
“What are we supposed to do, sit and wait for them to come for us?”
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do… for now. I saw Caius’ thoughts. They’re planning something… something big.”
“It’s what they’re collecting all those powers for,” Alice said, staring off into space. “No one will be able to stop them. Not the military, not anyone.”
“What did you see?”
“There’s going to be a revolt involving vampires and humans. I’m not getting much else. I wish I could show you what I’m seeing. Edward, it’s horrific.”
“If humans are going to find out about vampires, please tell me it’s not because of Cody.”
Alice’s face lit up for a moment and had joy in her eyes.
“What are you seeing now?” I asked.
“I’m not sure if I should say. It might change it.”
“Nice try, Edward. But, I can’t tell you this. It’s too amazing. I have to go.” She hung up and rushed out.
“Alice, wait!” I stood up, blocked by the guard.
“All right, mister. Back to your cell.” He took me by the arm and led me down the hall.
At lunch hour, I found myself crowded by criminals, their thoughts eating me alive. A tray of scalloped potatoes, a biscuit, watery gravy and hard steak lay in front of me. The bald guy sitting next to me bumped my shoulder.
“You gonna eat that?” he asked. I shook my head and he pulled my tray on top of his.
“Hey!” A guard shouted and came over. “Give him back his food.”
“But, he doesn’t want it.”
The guard looked down at me. “Doesn’t want it, huh? You think you’re too good for this slop?”
I shook my head no.
“Then, eat!” the guard shouted in my face. I wasn’t hungry. I was thirsty. I couldn’t eat human food without getting sick. I sat there staring down at the table. “Hey, everybody. This cock-a may-me loser thinks he’s too good for our grub.”
“Too good?” A guy looked up. “Who does he think he is?”
“I’ll eat it,” someone said.
“No. He’ll eat it,” the guard said. He knocked the biscuit out of the bald guy’s mouth… and shoved it into mine. I growled under my breath.
“I- I-… I- I wouldn’t… m- mess with that guy. That’s-s- the Red- Rose- K-Killer,” said someone with a horrible stutter.
“I don’t care who he is,” the guard lifted up my face. “You’re in my house, now. And you’ll eat my food.” He smacked the tray into my face. The inmates jeered. “Oh look. It’s all over your jumpsuit now. You still got to eat it.”
I looked up at him from my lashes. I spit the biscuit out. “I’m not hungry,” I mumbled.
“Sure you are. We don’t let anybody go to bed with an empty stomach around here because that’s how nice we are,” the guard said. Nice my ass. He was taunting me and looking for a weak spot. He hates his job and this is how he entertains himself. I would play along for now. I scooped up some food off my clothes and ate it. Inmates stared at me, buck-eyed. The guard, Mr. Greenley, smirked with satisfaction. “There. That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” He laughed and left the cafeteria.
“You shouldn’t have eaten it. Now you’re going to have a hard time in here.”
“Yo, man. You got to stand up to dat fool!”
“You just took the bait. He’s going to make your life hell.”
“That’s what I’m counting on,” I said. The four inmates at my table looked at me peculiarly.
“You sound like you got a plan. I’m Jerry. This here is Angel and Toothie.” He patted the old man on his back. “We call him Toothie cause he ain’t got no teeth.”
“That makes sense…”
Toothie smiled his gummy smile. “Just cause I don’t have no teeth, don’t make me less of a man,” Toothie said. He pulled out his dentures and stuck them in his mouth.
“I’m Jack,” said the bald guy with tattoos on his head, sitting next to me.
“We know who you are. You’re the Red Rose Killer. Edward, right?” said Jerry.
“I know you probably hear this a lot in here, but I didn’t do what they said I did.”
Jerry and Jack laughed. “Right. Right. We gon’ call you Eddie.”
“Edward is your slave name,” Jack said. I had no idea what that meant, but I went along with it. “I’m a philosopher and I know things about the man. The illuminati are out there and they want us. They want us bad.”
(O.O) … I scooted away from Jack. He finished up his food and went to dump the tray.
“Yo, man. Jack is straight up crazy, psycho [vulgarity removed]. He cut a fool in the face with a razorblade… and this was yesterday!”
“He’s highly sensitive,” Toothie said.
“Don’t push him. He snaps very easily,” said Jerry. “And when he starts going on about the illuminati, just nod ya head- act like you agree with him.”
“Thanks for the advice,” I said. I looked over at Angel who was flipping through a book.
“Angel likes to read. That’s literally all he does,” Jerry said.
“I don’t belong in here with you people,” Angel said, looking up for just a second.
“That's what he thinks,” Jerry whispered.
“I heard that. I’m a musician. I was on my way to being a rock star, until the feds decided I never pay taxes and locked me up,” Angel said.
“Yeah, well at least I ain’t kill nobody. All I did was sell some drugs,” Jerry said. “No offense, Eddie.”
Jack returned and sat down. I didn’t even want to know what he was in for, but I couldn’t help hearing his thoughts. Jack broke into the white house and tried to kidnap the President, claiming that the President is one of the four leaders of the illuminati. Jack is very unstable.
That night, I vomited up the food in the toilet. I had a cell by myself, since I was classified as seriously dangerous. But, that didn't stop Mr. Greenley from entering my cell that night. I laid curled up on the cot, facing the wall. Mr. Greenley approached me from behind. As soon as his hand touched my shoulder, I turned around and growled. I stretched my smile wide, to make sure he knew what he was dealing with. Mr. Greenley gasped in horror. He stumbled backwards. I launched at him, digging my fangs into his flesh. I ripped out his voice box and feasted on his blood. I ripped the keys from his belt loop and let myself out of the cell. I propped Mr.Greenley up against the wall before I left, his face leaning on the toilet seat. It didn't matter to me the consequences. I had a bigger problem to deal with, something bigger than this small town.
Vampire in jail: not a good idea!
I wonder what Alice saw?...
ooooh Edward is going wild! can't wait 4 ur next update
great update! I can't believe they put him in jail! I wonder what Alice saw? can't wait to read your next update!