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

Chapter 7 | Gone | Jocelyn Frey

If I had known how to destroy that damned book I would have set it ablaze years ago, but for all the scorch marks, cuts and ageing that seemed to have wrecked its covering, the pages appeared clear and the ink fresh. It's protected by magic. I set it out on my bedside table alongside the red box. I could hear Clary moving around in the next room. Every night it was the same thing. she'd be up all night doing god knows what and sleep til noon. Enough was enough. Once she woke up tomorrow I would have to tell Clary the truth about her father. It was like the mere memory of him was a dark shadow that was slowly suffocating me this whole time. My head was pounding as I played out the conversation in my head. How the hell could I do it without sounding like an escaped mental patient?

Outside was pitch black as I got up to close my bedroom curtains. I couldn't keep my eyes from peering down to the garden as a chill ran down my spine. There was no one in sight, but that uncomfortable feeling that Someone was looking towards me refused to subside. Dread flowed through me like a wave as I envisioned dark figures in every shadow. Under any other circumstance, I'd tell myself This is just what happens when you get in that mood sometimes when you're alone at night. With one last look to be sure I flung the curtains closed and jumped under the covers. Looking around I listened for Clary in the next room. The sound of her footsteps not far away made it easier to turn out the light. I took one last glance at the book as my heartbeat steadied and I let fatigue take hold.

As sleep took hold my body seemed to lose all warmth in the darkness of my mind and with a cold breeze my soft bed melted away leaving me on hard ground. I hoped rolling over would wake me, and bring me back to the comfort of my bed, instead, I found myself struggling as something gripped my wrists. I pulled again, feeling cold hard shackles that prevented me from rolling over. Fighting a deep sleep I opened my eyes to a candlelit room draped in those same hellish tapestries from years ago. Frantically clawing at my shackles, my attention suddenly became fixed on a crunching noise close by. As I looked around the room I realized that the candles did little to illuminate the room as the crunching stopped and a dark figure turned to face me.

"Ah, there you are." Val's voice was hopeful as his green eyes fixed on me, his most visible feature in the darkness. He looked as if he was part of the shadows even as he moved closer to me, revealing his blood-soaked face. "I'm sorry I had to find you this way. It was the only way. Please understand." he reached out to touch me.

"No! You stay the fuck away from me." I attempted to back off but couldn't.

"You never gave me a chance to explain. Please, I love you so much. You have no idea how much It hurts me to... to keep doing this alone." His deep voice was calm and authoritative.

"You're insane. You really are fucking insane." I cried, still trying to pull my right hand from one of the shackles.

"You don't mean that. I'm not insane. You loved me once. Please darling if you just hear me out we can get through this." He gently clamped his hands over mine to stop me from pulling.

"GO TO HELL!" I screamed pulling my right hand through the shackle till it was stuck so painfully tight I thought my bones would break.

"Don't you'll hurt yourself. If you don't love me, I have no choice. I know how all of this must look. I'm not a fool. I know you loved me, I can be that person again, but if you won't give me a chance Clary will." He urged.

"Stay away from my daughter." I kicked at him, but he overpowered me easily, ripping the shackles off. I furiously kicked at him again but this time it was easier like he was lighter. I looked around the darkened room to see that I was back in bed with my duvet on the floor. I felt my stomach heaving as I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I just made it over the toilet as everything came spewing up. All my fears, anxiety and paranoia came busting from within me, Val was gone now, but for how long.