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

Epilogue | Pangborn | Jocelyn Frey

I didn't know what to do. Clary had made a very poor attempt at hiding her sketches under the bed, every page covered in the angelic symbol of Raziel. I dreaded thinking about what plans Val had for our child. I kept trying to phone her, leaving endless texts, praying she'd hurry up and answer, but I got no reply. Oh my God, Val what have you done? My child has been kidnapped or worse. I thought. Even when I tried to phone Simon I got no answer. I feared they both had been taken, that I might never see them again. Running downstairs I dialled Luke for help. Before I could finish dialling his number someone loudly knocked on my front door.

As they knocked again, I carefully approached the door. I didn't want to take any chances by calling out to them. As I leaned forward to check the peephole, the door suddenly came crashing down on top of me, breaking apart as I hit the floor. It hurt as I crawled out from under the splintered wood to the sound of feet stomping towards me. "There you are, Jocelyn. You gave us quite a scare, you ungrateful bitch." Pangborn Said slamming his blade down in front of me. I could see that he hadn't changed a bit as he kicked the bit of broken door away and got me by the throat. He was still, a burly, vicious brute dressed head to heel in leather, his skin covered in Raziel's angelic tattoos.

"How did you find me?" I gasped as he lifted me off the floor, clutching my neck so tight feared he would break it.

"You can thank your daughter for that, but first things first. Where is the cup?" He asked. I said nothing. The sound of a dog barking, followed by another set of stamping boots approached the broken door. It was Blackwell and his hound. "I asked you a simple question!" Pangborn roared as he slammed me headfirst into the glass cabinet. Turning away from me, Pangborn pointed to the kitchen door. "Search the house. We're not leaving until we find the cup or where it's hidden." Pangborn said. With that Blackwell stomped towards the kitchen reigning in the hound as it snapped at me. He was taller and more muscular than Pangborn with a large bush of black hair and a beard. His lead breastplate gleamed in the sunlight under his long black trenchcoat that covered all his tattoos.

Clutching a shard of broken glass I got to my feet. He glared down at me as he stepped forward. I slashed at his face with the glass but I missed as he knocked me back into the kitchen. I tried to get him with the glass again but he furiously grabbed my arm, painfully twisting behind my back as he slammed me down onto the kitchen counter. "Stab me would you? We're offering you a truce. Val wants you back." He growled, grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the table. Grabbing the nearest thing to hand, I picked up the frying pan and smashed his face in with it.

Blackwell barely seemed to notice the chaos as he ripped open drawers and cupboards searching for the Mortal Cup as if I would really hide something like that in my fucking kitchen. As I hit Pangborn again and again, I couldn't stop imagining what they did or might do to my little girl, and wanted to smash their heads like pumpkins. When he tried to get away I kicked him onto his knees in front of the fridge, pulled the door open, knocked him forward and just kept slamming the door on his head till he stopped moving. When I looked up Blackwell was gone. I heard him ripping apart the rooms upstairs and ran, hoping he hadn't found my shotgun.

As I ran up the stairs Blackwell was on the top landing, coming out of Clary's room and heading towards mine. As I reached the top I slammed the pan onto the back of his head causing him to turn around and knock me into the bannister. When he meant to hit me I moved just far enough to avoid his fist, causing him to fall onto the bannister but unfortunately not over it. It gave me just a few seconds to get past him and run to my bedroom.

Once I got in I slammed the door shut and pushed my chest of drawers in front of it. As Blackwell began to beat the door down I quickly crawled under my bed and pulled out my shotgun case. I flipped the lid open, grabbed the shells and loaded them. As Blackwell gave one last kick, breaking through the door and knocking my drawers to the floor with a loud crash, Pangborn bellowed from downstairs.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!" He roared as his footsteps echoed up the stairs.

"Come at me, Fucker." I dared as Blackwell stepped over the broken drawers. I aimed for his head and blasted a hole in hole in his cheek but the bastard wouldn't stay down. As he regained his composure I loaded the gun and fired again. He stumbled back as I loaded the gun and fired again, finally knocking him out.

"We welcomed you with open arms and this is how you repay us! Turning your back on us. On Val. He loves you." Bellowed Pangborn from out in the hall.

"I hate him. I HATE HIM!" I yelled, waiting for him to enter the room, but he didn't. "He's twisted and I'll see him dead before he ever takes my daughter. Do you..."

"Haha Clary, Clary, yes." He said as I loaded the shotgun and slowly stepped out into the hall. "You're already too late. The magic you used to blind her is starting to break down. Soon she will be ready and the ritual will be complete." He was standing by the stairs, not looking too good with a black eye and bruises all over his face and head, but still smiling. I wanted to blast that smirk off his face as I raised my shotgun. "And she's not the only one. Soon more people will see. That ass-wipe warlock and his cronies nearly botched it in Seattle, but he came through in the end. Your buddy, Bane won't be making any more trips to Forks for a long time." He was grinning like a madman as I pulled the trigger, obliterating his smug face. My moment didn't last long. A sharp stab of pain shot through my back as the dog was suddenly ripping into me.