Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ I Do Love You ❯ E-Mails ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter One - E-Mails

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Bella's Point of View

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Yet another teen drinking article from Isabella Swan I thought as I paused in my typing to look at the clock. Three o'clock pm read back at me. It was almost the time that I could get off of work and go home. I went back to the article, bored out of my mind. This was about the twentieth time that I've written about teen drinking. I wished that they would stop giving me this article, since it still didn't seem to be getting to anyone. Teens were still drinking, but does that stop my boss, Ms. Goodmen, from making me do the article over and over again. Nope, it didn't.

Not that I did it without a fight. I have tried to get my boss to think about doing something like eating disorders or speedo patting on the swim team, but every time I suggest something, I always get told the same answer, `Stick with the topic or you're fired!' I think Ms. Goodmen did that because she was jealous that I came up with better ideas than she does.

I typed out a few more lines before glancing at the clock again. 3:21 pm. I sighed. There were only nine more minutes before I was done for the day. I decided to stop where I was at, saving the article before closing it down. I bit my lip. I couldn't leave my office until 3:30. I thought about what I could do to pass the time before deciding to see if I had any unread e-mails. I pulled up my messenger, making sure that my status was invisible as I saw that I had several unread e-mails.

I opened up my messenger to see who had sent me e-mails. Three of them were junk mail, which I immediately deleted. One was from my mother, another from my father. Two of them came from my co-worker, Mike Newton. The final one said Unknown. I thought about which one to open first before deciding to open my mother's.

To: Isabella Swan

From: Renee Dwyer

Subject: [no subject]

Hey honey, just seeing what you are up to. Why haven't you called, it's been awhile. I was thinking that maybe Phil and I could come visit you. E-mail me back, or call.

Love,

Mom

I rolled my eyes at her non-chalant attempt to get invited to my home once again. Every since I got my two-story Victorian townhouse, she been trying to get an invite to stay there awhile. I guessed that she really liked my new home.

Hitting the reply button, I quickly composed a message, letting her know how I was, telling her I was sorry that I hadn't called - though it had only been three days since I had called her last - and letting her know that I wasn't sure when she could visit, but I would try to get it to be soon.

After sending my reply, I opened the e-mail from my father next. Part of me wondered why he e-mailed me, as he didn't do it that often.

To: Isabella Swan

From: Charlie Swan

Subject: [no subject]

I won't be home for three weeks. Had to go to New York. Don't worry, everything's okay.

Love,

Dad

Oh, dad. He always seemed to be going somewhere since he and mom split up. I didn't know why he felt the need to tell me. I had moved out of his house about two months ago, and I had only lived there for about two years. I guess he just got into the habit of telling someone - me - where he was going.

I bit my lip as I looked at my remaining messages. I wasn't really sure that I wanted to find out why Mike had decided to e-mail me, though I had a good idea. Sighing, I decided that I might as well see what he wrote.

To: Isabella Swan

From: Mike Newton

Subject: Hey

Hey, Babe, just wondering when you're getting off of work? Do you want to go see a movie or something?

Mike

I sighed again as I rolled my eyes. I knew I shouldn't have read it. I should have just deleted it straight away. He was always asking me out by e-mail. I figured that he was too chicken to just ask me in person. Of course, even if he did that, my answer would still be the same as it has always been.

I deleted that message, and opened his other one, doing a quick scan to see if it was important, only to see that he had thoughtfully - note the sarcasm - left me his phone number with the message Call me. I rolled my eyes yet again as I deleted it.

Finally, all that was left was the `Unknown' message. I paused, wondering if I should even bother reading it. I mean, I obviously didn't know the author - they would have no reason not to let me know who they were. The subject didn't really reveal anything - it just said Read me. Hell, if I was smart, I would just trash it like a normal person would probably do.

Yet, I couldn't find it in myself to do so. I mean, this person obviously sent it to me on purpose if they were so desperate to hide their name from others who might see it. I would probably find their name inside of the message. They didn't leave the subject bar empty, though they also didn't give me any real reason to read this.

I sighed for a third time as I went back and forth on the message. Another quick glance at the clock told me that I only had four minutes left before I could leave. Biting my lip, I looked around me before turning back to the screen again. The message seemed to taunt me. Huffing, I decided to open it. I wouldn't be able to rest if I didn't find out who had sent it.

To: Isabella Swan

From: Unknown

Subject: Read Me

Hello, my dear Isabella. You don't know who I am but I know you. You see, I have been watching you for awhile, and I have become very interested in you. Why am I interested in you? Oh, there are a few reasons. You see, I am the most powerful man in the world, and I am in need of a wife. And you are the one that I have chosen for the role.

Now, you can think this over all you want, but there is one thing you should know about me: I DO NOT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER! So, don't even bother thinking you have a choice in the matter; you don't.

Well, I'll be seeing you soon. By the way, once you have finishedwith this message, my sister will be at youroffice.

Bye, my dear wife-to-be.

I froze in disbelief, but, before I could do anything, a loud knock came from outside my door. I just sat there, to stunned and scared to answer it. I had way to many questions running through my mind. What did this man mean he's been watching me? What did he mean that he has decided that I was to be his wife?

All of these questions ran through my head as the person knocking stopped. I snapped my eyes to the door as I head the knob turn, and watched as it swung open. A short pixie-like girl walked through. She had short, black hair that was styled into spikes. She was wearing something entirely black with a little bit of white showing here and there. He skin was pale, but not extremely pale, and she had green eyes. The expression she wore was hard, as if she was on a mission, though I could detect a bit if softness to her as well.

“Isabella Swan,” she said, her voice stern despite its slightly musical tone. The way she stated my name told me that she knew exactly who I was, letting me know that I had no hopes of lying about it. So, instead, I nodded my head, acting as if she had asked my name instead of stating it.

I slowly stood up as I waited for her to say what ever else she needed to say, though I was ended up being floored by her next words.

“You're coming with me.”