The Twilight Homicides Vol. 2 - Missing Persons (Twilight fanfiction)

Chapter 1 | Belladonna | Jocelyn Frey

Clary had been in a foul mood all day as she moped around the house in her pyjamas. After what happened nearly two weeks ago, the doctors said she needed to get some rest. Her reaction to the drugs someone slipped in her drink at the nightclub was terrible. She was lightheaded, and vomiting and her eyesight was a blur. I nearly had a heart attack when the police rang me that night. I ran from the house, still wearing my pyjamas in a mad rush to get to the hospital. Once there, they told me that Simon had also been hospitalized of because of the drugs.

When I arrived at her room the police stopped me and explained that Clary had been making a scene in the nightclub. She was screaming about a murder but no one in the club saw anything. The doctors could only suspect that it was a hallucination brought on by the drugs before passing out. The police were on the lookout for a student called Eric Hillchurch, who was reported missing. That made me wonder for a moment. Clary and Simon had told me they were meant to meet him at the nightclub. Why wasn't he there? Where was he now? Was he a victim of the person who drugged them? What might have happened if Clary hadn't made a scene? Would my child be tied up with some nutter doing god knows what to her? I realized I was shaking with agitation when the police officer put his hand on my shoulder and asked if I was alright. I remember thinking to myself what a bloody stupid question that was as I politely reassured him I was ok. When I finally saw Clary in the hospital she was out cold. I clutched her hand, hoping to god that she would be alright.

When she finally did wake up days later, she was so hysterical that security was forced to restrain her. She screamed about the murderer coming for her in the darkness, but when someone turned the lights on I saw that it was only a doctor. When she finally calmed down and told me about the murder, I explained that she had been drugged and that no one was murdered, which seemed to calm her a little. She was still shaken about being drugged.

Despite her pleading to go home, both the doctors and the police insisted she stay at the hospital until they found out what drugs were in her system. After finding out about his condition she changed her mind, wanting to stay with Simon till he woke. She didn't have to wait long. A few hours later his parents told us he was awake. The doctors had been looking into Lsd, ecstasy and other drugs that might be responsible.

Clary and Simon were finally released a week ago after the police found a none lethal dose of Belladonna in their systems. Belladonna? That was odd. Now, all I could do was wait for her to perk up and return to her usual self if that was even possible. All her belongings from that night were just left sitting on the kitchen counter. As I walked over to get a packet of cheesy pasta for Clary, something caught my eye. Upon seeing the symbol, I dropped the packet on the floor.

"What was that?" She said, nearly giving me a heart attack as she walked through the door.

"Oh, Jesus Christ. You frightened me. It was just me being a clutz. you forgot your things from... the other night." I stammered.

"Oh, Ok." She said.

"Uh, Here. Go and put your bag and all this other stuff away." I said as I handed her the bag. "What do you think about a nice hot plate of cheesy pasta with hotdog slices?" I asked, picking up the packet.

"That sounds great." She smiled.

"Ok then, You sort all that out and I'll bring it up for you," I said.

As she went upstairs and into her room, I ran into the living room and pulled two floorboards up from the cupboard. That symbol would drive me crazy until I knew for sure. I brushed a pile of dust away and hauled the box out and lifted the lid from it. Underneath was a piece of yellowy old cloth that I unfolded, revealing the book I stole from Val. The cover was bound in moth-eaten cloth of gold, with embroidered markings that might once have been lettering, but the wear and tear of time made it hard to tell.