This is my first attempt to write my own fanfiction, so I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I do. I am always open to creative criticism and suggestions to help me become a better writer. Please no flames. This story is a thriller that I have had in my head for a while now and have finally put it to paper (put it to screen?)

All human, cannon pairings

Rated M

Warning: Language, graphic scenes, sexual situations (possible lemons) and character deaths

I do not own anything from the Twilight universe. All rights belong to Stephanie Myer.

Summary:

Bella Swan is an editor for the Seattle Times Newspaper when a rising serial killer wreaks havoc on the population. The press have nicknamed the killer the Devil's Cupid due to the brutal way he torments his victims before carving out their hearts. After working closely with the police force to uncover the story, is Bella hot on the killer's trial or is she in danger of being the Devil's Cupid's new object of affection?

Prologue

The pounding in my head was surreal. How was I able to sleep for so long when I felt as if a hammer was taken to my skull numerous times? I made a mental note to not drink so much the next time I was dragged to a bar with my co-workers. I hated that I was a sucker for peer pressure. I inwardly cursed myself for being such a lush as I recall only consuming two drinks before the rest of last night's events alluded me.

Come on, get Tylenol, a large glass of water and then get to bed to sleep off the rest of this hangover.

My eyes slowly adjusted as I fought through the blurred vision of sleep only to be blinded by a blaring light swinging gently above me. As I went to lift my hands to my face to shield my eyes, my heart dropped. Cold metal bit into my skin, pinning my wrist to the bed beneath me. My entire body jerked in reaction, testing the rest of my limb's mobility only to find more constraints. Panic washed over me in one heaping wave, plunging my body into an icy abyss. No, this was not happening. Not to me.

"Help! Please, someone get me out of here!" I screamed as my eyes swept over the rest of the room, looking for anything that could get me out of this situation. Nothing stood out, it was just a regular feminine bedroom with family and friend photos, neglected flowers in a vase on a simple desk. Over and over I called out for anyone for what felt like days until finally my throat and lungs ached with rawness, leaving faint traces of blood in the back of my mouth. The tears that were freely falling down my face slowed as the realization that I was most likely not going to leave here alive settled in my head.

I felt his eyes on me from the shadows along the room's walls but as hard as I tried to peel away the dark layers I was unable to find his hidden figure. How long has he been here watching me?

"I know you're there! Please let me go, I promise I won't go to the police!" My voice was hoarse as I begged for my freedom. After a long enough pause I tried to reason with my capture. "I don't even know who you are, I couldn't turn you into the police even if I wanted to! Plea-" Cut off mid speech, I whimpered when I felt a sharp pinch in my neck.

"I have waited so long to have you, Isabella. I will not lose you again." Although his words were soft, there was an unmistakable hardness in his tone and although my heart was hammering in my chest, my pulse once again quickened. This must be what it feels like to be scared to death.

"But who..." The question escaped me as the room began to spin out of control around me, the framed photos on the wall streaked my vision. I knew my body was chained to the bed, but my head felt so light all of a sudden. My eyes fluttered closed despite my frustrated grunts to keep myself awake. Every fiber in me seemed to turn into mush as I fought to have some self-control. What was happening to me? "What did you do to me?" I slurred as I fell further into the darkness until it completely enveloped me.

The scent of strawberries stirred me from my dreamless state and the soft buzzing that rang in my ears as I came to was actually soft murmurs coming from the person running their fingers through my hair. My eyes bolted open as the earlier events played in my mind. It wasn't just a drunken nightmare, I was in danger. Whatever he put in my system was still at work as I was barely coherent, the rest of my body still felt the effects too felling as though I had a strict lead diet.

"Shh, beautiful. No need to panic, I have not left you." His words were meant to be calming, but had the opposite effect. One of his hands left my hair and caressed my face, his thumb sweeping the dampness that pooled under my eyes. I tried to flinch away from his touch but my head barely lolled to the side. Bile rose into my throat as his thumb ghosted my lips and wondered further south, touching and petting any exposed skin.

"I have loved you for so long now, and have mastered patience as I waited for you to be mine. For you to return my love, my desire for you." The timber of his voice rocked me to the core with his declarations. "But then you had to go and test that patience by betraying me. Did you do it to make me jealous or are you the slut that everyone claims you as?" He yelled through clenched teeth before his hand shot back to my face, gripping my jaw so tightly that I yelped out in pain. After a few deep breathes he unclenched his hand from around my jaw, I could already feel the bruises forming. I felt him disappear from behind me for a moment before his return was announced by a flash of silver. Despair overwhelmed me for the hundredth time that day as I took in the form of a huge hunting knife that was placed threateningly by my head.

"Please, I just want to go home." I croaked, finally able to find my voice. A deafening silence filled the room. He tsked to himself as he brought the hunting knife to my temple and lightly pressed the sharpened metal down my face to my throat, inching slowly lower until the point of the blade met the fabric covering my franticly pounding heart. Just as the blade moved so did he, creeping around the bed until he was finally in my line of sight. His piercing eyes flickered with several emotions as he gazed back at me. He was beautiful just as much as he was deadly. The embodiment of a hell's angel. I couldn't even bring myself to ask why me. All hope escaped me, leaving a defeated and empty shell. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that I sealed my fate and wishing

I could force the image of him out if my mind. I saw his face.

"If I can't have you Isabella, then no man will." And with one final scream, my world plunged into darkness as he drove the knife into my flesh and bone, aiming for my heart.

Okay, so that was the prologue…what did y'all think? Didn't want to start off too graphic, but I do plan to get a bit deeper as the story progresses.

Thank y'all for taking the time to read this and please review and let me know how it's a going! Hopefully we'll see each other again in a couple days when I continue full speed ahead! Hope y'all have a good one, and safe travels!

-Jack'sJill