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

Chapter 3 | Party crasher | Kate Kavanagh

Thank god for Friday nights. I and Ana finally finished our final exams. It was a nightmare to get through. We had spent endless hours buried in notes and doing my research on the internet to prepare for the day. During the exam, I got so nervous that my mind went blank. I had to keep repeating my notes in my head to remember every tiny little detail. I honestly wasn't sure if I'd made a bunch of mistakes or not. By the time we finished my fingers throbbed from all the typing and handwritten work, we had gone through. Now, all we could do was wait for the results.

After we returned to the apartment I didn't want to stay at home going nuts over whether or not I failed my exams, so I phoned Jose and talked Ana into coming with me to check out some nightclubs. That night I put on a slim purple dress. Ana had on a teal-coloured t-shirt and grey skirt. As we helped do each other's make-up there was a loud knock on the door. When I opened the door, behind it was a delivery man in a grey uniform that I didn't recognise, holding a small package.

"Good evening. Is this the home of a Miss Anastasia Steele?" He smiled.

"Oh yes, one moment. Ana, it's for you." I called out to her. The man was tall with a slightly sunburnt tan and stubble. After a moment she came out of the bathroom, now sporting some grey stockings.

"This is for you." He said, handing her the small brown package.

"Me? I think there's been a mistake I haven't ordered anything. Not recently anyway." She looked down at the package as if trying to remember if she did order it and perhaps forgotten. The man pulled a small black binder from under his arm and flipped to the last page.

"Someone must have ordered it for you. It's definitely the right name and address. Don't worry, it's all paid for. If you could just sign for it here, please." Ana Signed the dotted line and he put the binder under his arm. "Have a nice evening, ladies." And with that, he just walked away. I shut the door and she ripped open the wrapping paper.

"Oh my god." She smiled.

"What? What is it?" I asked. She pulled back the paper to reveal three books. They were Agatha Christie novels. As she opened the first one, it had a note tucked between the pages, and beneath it was the author's signature on the cover page.

Dear Anastasia Steele

Thank you ever so much for yesterday. I would like to do it again.

Yours sincerely, Christian Grey.

"Wait, Christian Grey? As in the guy we interviewed? He sent you these?" I looked down at the note remembering the interview in Seattle. "What does he mean about thanking you for yesterday? Are the two of you dating?" I'll admit I didn't particularly like Grey. He came across as a pompous ass. That Morganstern guy didn't seem to like him either, but Ana seemed pretty keen on him so who was I to judge? Maybe the interview was just him on a bad day.

"Not exactly." She smiled. "He just walked into the hardware store looking for rope, cable ties and duct tape. I almost didn't recognize him without the fancy suit."

"Seriously? In a huge city of so many millions, the rich, handsome billionaire just happened to bump into you. It's like a Rom-com." I smiled back at her. I didn't want to say how weird her story sounded. Why on earth would a billionaire personally come 90 miles from Seattle to a small Corner shop in Vancouver, just to buy a handful of supplies? Of course, I was probably just being silly.

"I know right, he had just finished a long drive all the way from Seattle by himself and asked me to help him find everything, and when we were done he asked me out for coffee. It was so weird." Weird? that made me wonder.