Who Killed Bella Swan?

Chapter 1

The original work of FrankieQuinn13 is in Archive of our own

I leave here the link.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11650818/chapters/26211225#workskin

A/N : I'm not sure if I'll be posting this on my ff dot net account. I don't think i will, but i was a little stuck with my other stories and I decided to post it.

As for my other stories I'm still working on the chapters. Each one will be up once its finished.

Warning: Bella bashing (Normally I don't approve of character bashing; however it was necessary for this story. The idea with this is... you know what you'll see but Bella just makes a convenient villain).

Apologies spelling, grammar and OOCness

Disclaimer I do not own Twilight or any of its characters

(See the end of the work for more notes .)

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The house was quiet.

The stereo had long since been switched off and the loud chatter of voices was silenced, the only noises worth noting were comin from the tiny pixie like girl sobbing into her husband's chest in he corner of the room and the impatient tapping that the blonde haired beauty was doing as she sat beside her mate.

No one said a word.

They all just started down at the lifeless body that lay in the center of the room.

The girls once rosy cheeks were pale and colorless as her skin got colder with every passing second. Brown eyes had dulled and stared blanky at the ceiling as her arms and legs lay sprawled out around hr just as her hair did around her head.

She had no marks on her, no cuts or bruises, not a single drop of blood stained her clothes or porcelain skin. The only sign that the girl had an unnatural death was the way her neck had visibly twisted and bent in a way that couldn't possibly be normal.

Yes, Bella Swan is dead.

Oh cry little children.

The poor sweet innocent little lamb was so viciously slaughtered right there in the home of her one true love and on the night of her engagement party no less.

Oh the horror, the despair! She was so loved; this precious, precious soul was loved and adored by all. How could something so horrific happen to such a perfectly innocent saint?

I'll tell you how.

Someone killed the bitch, that's how.

One of the twelve people standing in that room at that very moment.

"Can't we just throw her in a ditch somewhere and be done with it." Rosalie growled in annoyance and the entire room simultaneously flinched and Alice broke out into a new set of sobs.

"Rosalie." Esme hissed and the blonde just rolled her eyes.

"What? She doesn't have any marks on her. It's not like anyone will ever trace her back here."

Carlisle sighed, "Rosalie that isn't the point."

"Then what is the point?"

"The point is that someone in this very room murdered Bella. We can't just get rid of her body and move on."