Last Confessions

If any of you were seen on Twitter earlier, I was discussing my next oneshot. A story for Houdini's Box. Yep. FGB piece. Well, I've come to realize that it's a true crime piece. I started it last night, and went to Miss Andy, writer of Bedroom Confessions and Seven Day Weekend, for her opinion on the piece. She thinks it's a great idea. So I'm running with it.

I announced on Twitter the victims list. Here we go: Jasper, Alice, Peter, Charlotte, Kate, Demetri, Tanya, Chelsea, Esme, Rose, Emmett, Alec, Lauren, Ben, Angela, Jessica, Mike, Heidi, Maggie, Bree, Riley, Maria, and Someone else who shall remain nameless.

I got posed a question: Okay that's the victim's list, who lives. My answer: Edward and Bella. But they aren't together.

The story needs to be between 5000 and 10,000 words. And right now I'm at 1418. I have a lot to go. But I figured I would give you guys this little teaser.

Over the dozens that we had killed, there were only a few I truly felt horrible about. With Jasper, I could see a future with him. But he would never get the chance for it.

I continued on with the tales of killing Alice Brandon, Peter Stone, Charlotte Corrigan, and Kate Anderson. I only stopped when details were needed. Going through everyone I had a hand in killing was draining. But I knew I needed to get through it.

I suddenly remembered Demetri Fraser. He was the first man Carlisle had ever brought home. Normally, I would go out to bars and pick up a girl or a guy, and return to the house with them.

I remember Carlisle walking through the door with him. Demetri's eyes were the same color as mine. A deep brown with gold flecks. If I had known any better, I would have thought he was related to me. But I had met all of my relatives.

I led him to the bedroom where we did what we always did. I fucked the person, Carlisle killed them. He'd wrap them in a sheet and go handle them, while I cleaned the bed and made sure there was no trace of blood left.

With Demetri, things were different. As soon as Carlisle ran the blade across his neck, he had a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“Guest room. Now. Your ass had better be naked,” Carlisle ordered. I smiled at his tone and ran to the guest room.

I quickly peeled my clothing from my body and climbed onto the bed. A few minutes later, Carlisle was on top of me.

“You're fucking gorgeous, you know that? I don't think you know how it feels to watch you fuck the people that I kill.”

I also posted one on twitter. It said "Without a second thought, he approached the bed and slashed Jasper's throat." ~ I feel horrible for killing my favorite character.


I'm seriously hoping that this won't take me too long to write. I'm loving the characters, and the flow is there. After that, it's up in the air. I'm thinking about entering a contest, and I'm definitely submitting something for Preemies.