A/N: This is my first FanFic based on a story that has been sitting on my computer gathering dust for sometime now. Since I have become a fan of Twilight I decided to change the names of my characters and publish a chapter to see what the response would be. All comments (good and bad) are welcomed but please remember, I am new at this and have never displayed my work to the public.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Characters. Only the story surrounding them, and the fictional locations and characters not created by the Author of the Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement intended. Reproduction of this story in part or as a whole is strictly forbidden.
When Death comes knocking will you answer?
When Death comes calling will you unlock the door?
Will you embrace death, face it head on or....RUN?
Bella Swan turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door with her right shoulder. She balanced the two bags of groceries on her hip and stepping inside, kicked the door shut. She breathed a sigh of relief when she deposited her burden on the kitchen table and flipped the light on with a flick of her wrist.
The sudden brightness of the light made Bella's eyes tear and she blinked furiously. She then proceeded to open one of the bags and put the groceries away.
A sudden noise made her whirl around and she chuckled softly when Charlie, her pet poodle ran into the kitchen dragging his red leash behind him. She picked him up and kissed his snowy white head.
"Sorry Charlie, not tonight." she said and felt a tug at her heart when he looked at her with sorrowful eyes.
She set him on the floor, went to get his dinner and gave it to him. All thoughts of a walk fled from Charlie's mind as he dug eagerly into his food. She gave him another pat on the head and then proceeded up the spiral staircase to take a shower.
Bella stepped out of the shower, pulled on her pink knee-length robe and began to run a towel through the curls of her short, brown hair.
As soon as she walked into her bedroom, she knew that something was wrong. Every night after his dinner, Charlie always came into her room and fell asleep on the bed. Tonight however, he was nowhere to be seen and the hair on the back of Bella's neck stood on end.
"Charlie." she called and receiving no answer, went over to the bedroom door. "Charlie, where are you?"
She heard a small whine coming from the cellar and breathing a sigh of relief, she made her way to the cellar.
"That's the fourth time this month Charlie. When are you going to learn to open doors like Lassie?"
She opened the door, carefully felt her way down the stairs and felt around in mid air for the string that turned on the light. It brushed against her fingers and she tugged on it. To her surprise, the room remained dark and then she realised that Charlie's whine had ceased. She sensed a slight movement to her left and turned towards it.
"Charlie, is that you?" she whispered into the darkness and found herself backing away. She felt the wooden rail of the stairs against her back and for some reason that she could not explain, she felt trapped. "This is not funny Charlie. I'm going back upstairs and it's no biscuits for a week."
Bella was about to put her foot on the first step when she was grabbed from behind. She screamed and began to struggle with her attacker. Her cries for help drew to an abrupt halt when she felt cold steel pressed against her throat. Her attacker gave a growl of approval and pressed the knife harder into the soft flesh of her throat.
"Good girl. I wouldn't want to have to slit that pretty throat of yours."
"Please don't hurt me." she pleaded.
She could feel the rough texture of the man's jeans against the backs of her legs and she shuddered slightly. There was silence and when the man's grip slackened slightly, Bella took that opportunity and elbowed him in the ribs. He groaned when her elbow caught him in the solar plexus.
She pushed away from him and drew in a sharp intake of breath when she felt the knife puncture the soft, vulnerable skin of her throat.
Bella fled up the stairs and was about to push the door open when she felt a hand close round her ankle. She screamed as she fell to the floor and whimpered when her forehead hit the door. She felt herself being dragged down into the yawning cavern of the dark cellar and kicked her legs furiously.
She was rewarded when her foot hit flesh and bone and she tried to pull away. After what seemed to be an eternity, she felt her ankle slip out of his grasp and scrambled up the remainder of steps.
A thousand thoughts thundered through Bella's mind as she darted through the dark living room and made her way into the kitchen.
She squashed herself between the refrigerator and the cupboard and picked up the telephone. Her cramped fingers dialed the familiar number and she prayed that he would answer.
"Please answer Edward." she whispered desperately and almost cried in frustration when his answering machine came on.
She put the receiver onto the counter and tried to gather her scattered thoughts. Bella was certain that the man could hear her laboured breathing and suddenly, she felt a burning sensation on her throat. She put her hand to the injured area and almost groaned out loud when she something warm coated her fingers.
Bella knew that she had to get out of the house and took the chance and scooted over to the back door. She tugged at the handle and all hope of escaping vanished when she realised that the door was locked. Her fingers brushed the keyhole and she came to the startling discovery that the key had been broken off inside the lock.
Getting to the floor, she crawled over to one of the cupboards and opened it quietly. She felt around inside and felt the smooth wooden handle of the baseball bat that Edward had given to her four years ago. She knew that at any moment, her attacker could discover her location and she pulled the bat towards her.
She felt perspiration run down between her breasts and she belly crawled over to the door that separated the kitchen from the dining room.
She listened for the sound of footsteps and hearing nothing, she got up and ran towards the bathroom. The open bathroom door loomed into her line of vision and she almost shouted with relief when she got inside.
Locking the door behind her, she quietly closed the lid of the toilet and prayed that it would not break when she stood on it. She got on top of the toilet and proceeded to open the window.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the sound of a body being slammed against the door.
"Why are you making this so difficult Isabella?" he asked her.
Through the haze of her panicked thoughts, she heard him call her name and quickly tried to think who he was.
The sound of the door beginning to splinter galvanised Bella into action and she tried to haul herself up and out through the window.
After that, everything happened in slow motion. The door gave way and before Bella could pull herself through the window, she felt his hands on her hips. She fought like an insane person but felt herself being pulled back inside.
He grabbed her by the hair and proceeded to drag her into the living room. Her wildly kicking legs hit something and she heard a resounding crash.
"You had to make this difficult didn't you?" he demanded gruffly. "You never did know when to quit."
"What do you want?" she screamed at him and cried out when his hand tightened in her hair.
A thousand daggers of pain shot throughout her skull and she tried unsuccessfully to stand.
Bella was momentarily blinded when without any warning, the light was switched on. His grip loosened in her hair and the pain in her head lessened.
When she looked up at her assailant from her position on the floor, she gasped loudly. He was approximately six feet tall, of medium build and for a common thug, he was neatly dressed.
Her gaze went to his face which was covered by a navy ski mask and she swallowed painfully when she realised that she would never get a chance to see his face.
He yanked her hair upwards in an attempt to make her stand and Bella felt her eyes begin to burn with tears.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked when he had dragged her to her feet.
"What do you think?" he sneered.
Bella's eyes widened in fear. "Please, don't rape me."
The man's laughter sent chills racing up Bella's spine and she stepped backwards involuntarily. The man apparently thought that she was trying to escape and quickly back handed her.
The blow careened her backwards and he released her hair. She fell to the floor in a heap and tasted blood in her mouth. Ripples of pain danced across Bella's face and she wiped away a thin stream of blood that had escaped from her mouth.
She was about to make another attempt at escape when he grabbed the back of her robe and pulled her to her feet. He smiled smugly and looked down at the front of her robe, which was partly open exposing her nude body.
"As much as I would like too, it's not part of the plan."
"What plan?" she asked fearfully.
He pulled out a gun from the waistband of his jeans and positioned it against her head. "The plan to kill you." he answered simply and Bella's heart plummeted to her feet.
Charlie chose that precise moment to come out of his hiding place and the man's attention was momentarily drawn to the little dog. The poodle began to bark furiously and grabbed hold of the man's pants leg.
Bella wrenched herself free from the man and attempted to run to the front door. There were two muffled explosions and she heard Charlie give a sharp bark of pain. A split second later, she felt a sharp stinging pain rip through her leg and she tumbled to the ground. She looked down at her leg and screamed when she realised that her leg was bleeding profusely.
She began to inch away as best as she could and had to grit her teeth as shards of pain ricocheted throughout her bruised and battered body.
She had just reached the table when he located her position and bore down on her. She felt the handle of the gun glance off the side of her head and she groaned when for a few seconds, her vision blurred.
When her vision cleared slightly, she realised that he was standing over her and she wondered if Charlie was alive.
"Why are you doing this?" she croaked.
His cold grey eyes blinked uncertainly and then he aimed the gun at her chest. "It's what I do."
And with that, his finger squeezed the trigger. There was another muted explosion, a brief moment of intense pain and then everything went black.
So what do you think? Should I put up another chapter or quit while I am ahead? If you say continue, fear not Edward will definately be in the next chapter..loads of him LOL.
Please note that I am from the UK so my spelling is not the American version. Sorry.
If the decision is for me to continue I will begin to make a playlist to accompany each chapter. Please make some suggestions for some songs.