|Love in the Big Apple
Author: isabellsah cullen PM
All main characters, very different storyline. Set 21st century New York. Bella 17yrold milion dollar business woman meets edwards little sister amanda and falls for Edward. Laurent and James are back and want bella for her money. BxE All human. EnjoyRated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 43 - Words: 98,540 - Reviews: 989 - Favs: 293 - Follows: 187 - Updated: 08-07-08 - Published: 05-01-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4229898
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Hey there everyone. This is my first fanfic so read and give me reviews, good, bad it's all good. This chapter is really sad but they get more upbeat as you go along. It's a completely unique story line with all the main characters and some extras. It's all human and set in 21st century New York. Enjoy.
This is more of a prelude to the actual story.
Disclaimer: I know I don't own twilight or the characters, don't remind me.
It was the first day of summer break, I had finally finished my junior year at high school. Charlie and Renee had taken Katie out for the day as a reward for finishing grade three. I volunteered to work at the office as they hardly ever spent any time with Katie. I had only just walked in the door to our large apartment in upper Manhattan after spending the day looking over some clients portfolio's for Charlie. I called out with no availing answer. That's funny, I thought they would have been home by now. I set my keys down and headed down the hall to see if they had simply gone to bed early when I heard a knock at the door. It was loud and forceful.
"Miss Swan, are you home?" More knocking, oh god who is it; it's almost eleven o'clock at night and it was Maria's night off.
"Miss Swan it's the police please open up" I stood frozen to the floor. The police...what did they want...what had I done...what had happened. I took a couple of uneasy steps towards the door and undid the locks with a quivering hand.
"Ye..Yes" I stammered, my voice trembling as I opened the door up a fraction.
"Could we please come in, I have some unfortunate news" There were three of them and I heard photographers shouting and clicking down the hall where more police were trying to hold them back. Why did the policemen look so sympathetic, please tell me nothing had happened to Katie.
"Oh... of course" I whispered before swinging the door open, allowing them to follow me into the lounge room.
"Take a seat Miss Swan, please" Since when did I lose the right to do what I wanted in my own house.
"Call me Isabella and I prefer to stand if you don't mind but by all means feel free yourselves" I gestured around at the array of furniture. They each chose seats. I focused my eyes on the one who had been speaking and waited for the terrible news that I assumed was coming. He glanced away from my eyes, unable to meet my gaze, instead pulling out a notepad.
"On the 12th of July 2007 at 9:57 pm a Mr Charlie Swan age 41, Mrs Renee Swan age 39 and a Katherine Swan age 9 were killed in a fatal car crash while driving along the Queensboro Bridge. They were pronounced dead on the scene." No, no, no, mum, dad and Katie dead, they couldn't be dead, especially not my Katie.
"Dead?" I breathed while sinking into a seat, my eyes brimming with tears. They slowly started trickling down my cheeks as I watched through my blurred vision as he sadly nodded his head.
"Are you...I mean was it...you're sure? Oh god not Katie...please tell me she's alright" I started hyperventilating. My baby sister meant the world to me. Renee and Charlie had never been around much but Katie she was my life.
"Now Miss Swan I know this must be very upsetting for you, you must be devastated but" But, but what I asked myself. There's more? I don't have anything else to lose. He's still speaking, I have to pull myself together and pay attention.
"We need to take you down to the station to identify the bodies" What did he just say? My breathing stopped.
"No, I can't, I can't" I sobbed hysterically into my hands as I felt arms wrap around my shoulders.
"Bebé estoy tan triste (Baby I am so sorry), I am so, so sorry. I only just heard otherwise I would have been here faster. Come here chickala, mi niña bonita (My beautiful girl)" It was my nanny Maria, I turned into her embrace and sobbed into her shoulder.
Somehow I ended up down at one of the cities morgues where they were. They smell of death and bleach tainted the air. I watched, disjointed and detached as the mortician pulled out the cold, steel trays one by one and I nodded as I recognised the contorted and bloody faces that once were my family. My tears had all run dry but I was still crying, the heavy sobs resounding in my chest.
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