Summary: After working on a horror film with hotshot director, Edward Cullen, Bella has finally had her big break through as an actress in Hollywood. Unfortunately, the fame has introduced a dangerous man into her life. A man who watches her every move. Will her former director and ex-lover be able to save her or will the dark side of fame consume them both? Warning: This story is a romantic thriller, so it has gore and violence. If that's something that bothers you… you might want to skip this story. Rated M for violence and lemons .
A giant thank you to my wonderful betas, Sherry and Paige! I couldn't do this without you guys!
"Feet don't fail me now
Take me to the finish line
All my heart, it breaks every step that I take
But I'm hoping that the gates,
They'll tell me that you're mine
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on a Friday nigh
Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you're mine?
It's like I told you honey."
-Lana Del Rey-
The squeaky noise emitted from my oversized Converse with every step I take is the only sound that fills the near empty parking garage. Geez, I need a new pair of shoes. I glance down at my beaten-up pair of Converse as I walk toward my car parked in the farthest corner of the parking garage. There's a new tear by my shoelaces, causing me to stop with a groan of frustration as I lean down to inspect the damage. With all the shit that's been going on in my life, buying a new pair of shoes has been the last thing on my mind.
I've always wanted to be an actress, even dreamt about it as a little girl, but now that I finally have it, I find it's nothing like I'd thought it would be. It's caused me to become completely manic. It's the fame I can't seem to handle. I feel so exposed and on display every single day of my life. It hasn't even been six months since the movie came out and I already feel like there's nothing in my life that's my own. Maybe I'm just acting like an angsty teen and as so many people have kindly pointed out, I could always act more grateful. I'm not trying to be a spoiled bitch, it's just that I've dreamt of being an actress, not a sideshow freak.
I've been meaning to go shopping, but the past few weeks have been so amazingly odd that I haven't had the time to do anything but hideout in my hotel. I feel as though I'm barely famous, yet I already have a crazed fan that can't seem to focus his energies on anything other than me. At first, I was flattered, never being one to receive fan mail from anyone. I'm more used to dealing with creepy sexual comments on my Instagram, but nothing praising my work. However, that feeling of importance morphed into paranoia as his letters continued to pour in. The details became disgusting, yet the handwriting of the letters was so eloquent that it looked as if he'd invested a lot of time writing to me. That thought freaks me out most of all. I couldn't imagine this strange man sitting down and writing me a sexually charged letter, describing his sick voyeuristic intentions, in beautiful cursive.
I push those unpleasant thoughts from my mind, realizing that a dreary parking garage in the late hours of the night, isn't the best place to reminisce about my creepy stalker situation. As I continue to walk toward my car parked in the furthest corner on the third level of the garage, I can't ignore the uneasy feeling that overcomes me. Something's wrong, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach as I trudge through the garage. It feels like I'm slowly ascending the hill of a roller coaster, my stomach dropping with fear, as I wait for the fall to come. Careful to make as little sound as possible, I reach into my small purse and pull out my key ring. I hold it in my palm and allow my keys to slide through my fingers, until I'm resembling Wolverine. Thank you, Oprah for that entire self-defense segment you did on your show.
Gazing around the third level of the garage, I find nothing suspicious, but this doesn't soothe the horrible feeling I have in the pit of my stomach. There's a few cars on this garage level and a few puddles here and there from the rain drops slipping through the poorly constructed roof. Besides that, there is nothing I can see. While this should make me feel better, it only makes me feel more frightened.
I charge toward my Civic with my keys tightly in hand. If anyone's here, I'm not giving them the chance to grab me. I wait until the very last second to unlock my car, not wanting whoever I'm sensing to jump into the passenger seat beside me. As soon as the car is unlocked, I reach for the door, taking a deep breath before I swing it open. You did it, Swan. See, there was nothing for you to worry about. As soon as I finish that thought, I feel something wrap around my ankle and yank me to the wet, concrete garage floor. My head smacks against the concrete with a thud, and the iron taste of blood fills my mouth as I gasp for air. My head is spinning and my eyes are unable to focus due to the impact. I see stars, and watch them twinkle and explode in front of my eyes as I stare up at the fluorescent light of the parking garage. Move, Swan! You've got to move if you want to live!
My gaze falls to my feet, and I find a set of piercing blue eyes staring back at me. They look so twisted and familiar, and they're so handsome I'm stunned for a second before I pull my free leg back and kick him in the throat. I want to smile as I hear him choke and gasp for air, but I'm too focused on getting as far away from this man as possible. I don't make it far while he's distracted. I'm distracted too, I need to get the hell out of here or I'll be plastered on every magazine with headlines that read, 'Hollywood's New Scream Queen Found Dead.' I turn away from my attacker, just for a moment, while I reach for the keys that I dropped on the floor in the scuffle.
They're so close, taunting me from just a few inches away from my reach. My fingers walk across the concrete, moving closer and closer before I'm stretching my middle finger as far as I can manage to touch the key ring. As soon as I feel the familiar silver ring, I smile, happy for a single moment as I drag the object toward me. It is then that the back of my ankle feels like it's being punched. It's a strange feeling, and I grow horrified as I realize I can't move my foot. I feel something wet trickling down my foot and glance down, my eyes bug out as soon as I realize the wet feeling is my blood. I've been stabbed! My body doesn't feel the pain right away, but as soon as I see the gushing blood, the white-hot, blinding pain shoots through my body. I cry out, hoping that someone will hear me, although at this time of night it's just wishful thinking.
As my body burns with pain and anger, I know what I must do. If I'm going to make it out of here alive, I know I'll have to overpower him. Holding the sharpest key between my fingers, I swing my hand forward and my fist makes contact with his cheek. I want to vomit as I feel his skin break with a pop and I watch my key disappear inside of his cheek. As he cries out in agony, the knee of my uninjured leg comes up and slams against his groin, catching him even more off-guard, allowing me to flip so I'm on top of him.
I pull my key out of his cheek and throw it inside of my car before using all my strength to pull myself into the driver's seat. I hear him moaning on the ground, crying out for me to save him. My entire body is shaking with fear and it isn't until I slam the door of my car and lock it, that I realize I'm fucking crying. From my safe spot in my car, I look down at him through the window, seeing he's crawling away from my car and picks up his discarded shank. I quickly put my keys into the ignition, relief floods over me and I smile mirthlessly as my car roars to life.
"I'm so sorry, beautiful!" He shouts, with an eerie look of innocence on his face. "Please, let me make it up to you."
Hearing him talk as if he knows me, sends a chill up my spine. I must look absolutely petrified because a smirk appears on the man's face, before he begins to laugh at me. His laughing turns into cackles as he points at me. I put my car in reverse, and back out of my parking space before shooting for the exit. As I drive toward the exit of the third level, I look back in my rearview mirror and find the man standing right where I left him with a dark smile on his eerily handsome face.
I drive like a maniac as I blood from my ankle pools on the floor of my car. I need to find help soon. I take another look in my rearview mirror for signs of that psychotic bastard as soon as I reach the barrier gate. I reach into my purse, which is still hanging across my body, and fumble to find my parking ticket. I look in the rearview mirror periodically, and I'm satisfied to see nothing there. However, that doesn't slow the pounding of my heart, because I know any second that crazed man will find me. I can just feel it.
When I finally find my parking ticket and roll down my window, I hear the rapid thumping of footsteps that are coming straight toward me. I glance back quickly and see the blonde man with those piercing blue eyes running toward me at full speed. My eyes widen as fear overwhelms all my senses. With a shaky hand, I bring the ticket up to the machine and feed it in. It takes several tries and the man isn't far away by the time I pull out my credit card and attempt to quickly scan it.
"Bella!" The man shouts in a ragged, yet terrifyingly joyous tone. "Bella, please talk to me!"
I want to scream 'fuck off', but I know that'll only make this entire situation worse. The tears in my eyes don't help as I try to pay my ticket. I'm so fucking close to getting my credit card to swipe, before the man barrels into my arm, dislocating my elbow and sending my credit card flying. I quickly extend my arm to pop the joint back in place before pulling it back into my car and attempting to roll up the windows. The crazed man is quicker than me and reaches into my car to attempt to grab my key from the ignition.
With my good arm, I punch his hand into the steering wheel as hard as I can, relishing in the feeling of his bones shattering beneath mine. He quickly pulls his hand away from mine, but instead of pulling it out of the car entirely, he pulls it back for just a moment before crashing it into my face. Once, twice, thrice, before I finally throw my car in drive and crash through the barrier gates.
Luckily, there isn't a single car on the road for me to crash into. I don't bother giving my attacker another look as I race down the empty street as fast as my Civic can go. I fly through traffic lights as tears fall down my face as I sob out of pain, frustration, and fear. I barely register where I'm going until I get there. I know I need medical attention quickly, however, I end up in front of the home of my ex-lover. Ex-lover certainly sounds better in my mind than my director I used to fuck. I park mere feet away from his door and slam my fists against my horn until I see lights in his house come on. I can't drive a second longer, I feel like I'm going to pass out any second as it is. I need Edward to take me to the hospital.
With blurry, tear-filled vision, I watch the garage door open up in front of me and a very confused Edward in a pair of sleeping pants in front of me. Even in my fear induced trance, I can still appreciate how fucking beautiful this man is. His eyes widen with surprise as he takes in my appearance. He runs toward the car and I quickly unlock the door for him, before putting my throbbing head against the seat. He looks like a fallen angel as he opens my driver's side door and reaches to pull me out of the vehicle.
"Please, Edward," I beg, although I don't have any idea what I'm trying to communicate.
"Bella, everything's alright," he assures me, as he wraps one arm around my shoulder and slides one beneath my knees.
"Edward, I think he fou—" I trail off before everything goes black.
A/N: So… What do you guys think? It's different from my other stories I know. This was actually a scene from the first fanfic I ever posted before I promptly took it down. I really love this story, and I hope you guys will love it as well! Please review because I'm so curious about what you guys think of this little peak into Bella's future!
Song- "Born to Die" by Lana Del Rey.