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P.S The chapters for this story is named after Broken Bells' songs.

Here is the full summary:

Edward Masen, shattered, broken and sexually abused as a child by his stepfather Carlisle Cullen, had no other choice but to find the one responsible. His mother; The promiscuous Esme Cullen. With his stepfather murdered brutally by his hands, Edward strives to kill the person that made his life a living hell. But his anger gets the better of him, and he kills every girl that closely resembles his mother. But will the lovely Bella, the detective of his town, get in the way of what needs to be done, while looking like Esme? AU, AH, OOC, Dark, Language, Lemons, mentions of Rape and Necrophilia. Rated M.

We're bound to wait all night
She's bound to run amok
Invested enough in it any how
To each his own
The garden needs sorting out
She curled her lips on the bow
I don't know if I'm dead or not
To anyone

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'Cause they know and so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour to your new life
Tell all of your friends goodbye

"The High Road" -Broken Bells

The High Road

EDWARD POV:

"I don't care how long it takes or how much it costs! Find her!" Edward bellowed into his phone, shattering the ears of the receiver. It didn't concern him if he was too loud. All he knew right then was that he had to get a job done. He needed to find that woman, and if Jasper, his assistant, couldn't help him achieve that job…

He'd be dead by morning.

Edward snapped his cell phone shut angrily and lay back into his bed, basking in the last few moments he had before he needed to get ready for the day.

Edward… hot shot guy, it seemed. He was muscular and lean, caused by hours at the gym at a time. All the girls at work chased him around just to get a feel, just to get a touch of his perfectly messy bronze hair, short stubble, and run their hands against his hard abs; occasionally fawning over how perfect he was.

Or what he seemed to be.

He owned his own car manufacturing company, inherited from his father, Edward Sr., when he died, and owned over fifty cars total, located in different areas of other countries and states. He had very many assistants at his aid, but lived by himself at that mysterious mansion by the lake on 34th avenue; which incidentally muffled abnormal noises several times a day.

Neighbors and friends have repeatedly confronted him about foul odors emerging from his garage, basement, and backyard. Edward would just shrug it off as dead cats, or the occasional wolves that trespass from the forest, killed by his traps.

What they never knew was, is that he has been going out on appointments every day. Not the regular office mumbo-jumbo where you run coffee for your boss or have those pesky company meetings that have no value.

What he's been doing was nothing short of distasteful.

See, some people have lives that we don't know about; whether it be secret or just unacknowledged by others. Someone could be one way around others and be a totally different person behind closed doors. And Edward was one of them. But in addition, he was also the type of guy who liked control.

Secretly, of course.

Although he came off as cocky and arrogant, he was smart, too smart sometimes, and acted as if he'd gained superiority over others. His dominating ways were out of control.

People got hurt.

Edward got up silently from his bed, encased with black satin sheets, and made his way to his sparkling bathroom. He brushed his teeth thoroughly, making sure to get the ones in the back and eliminating the white bacterial substance from his tongue. He looked back through the mirror and stared occasionally at the blood and knife resting in his tub. And as he stood there in front of his sink, he drifted into the memory of the memorabilia lying in his bathtub.

Edward had roamed the aisles of the parking space at the local mall, shyly looking for a girl to keep him company the next five minutes. But it was a total façade. He spotted one: early-twenties, brunette, perky in every area, and a total reminiscent of his mother.

Perfect.

He approached her silently and she appeared afraid, at first glance, then entranced by his bad-boyish beauty. He was dressed in a tight, white t-shirt, black leather jacket, old blue jeans and black combat boots.

But the girl quickly became distracted by her friends, Leah Clearwater: Bitch #1 and Lauren Mallory: Bitch # 2, who were on their way over to her, chatting mindlessly to another while walking over to the girl's car, not noticing her exchange with the man. He saw his opportunity tick by and reacted fast.

"Hello, miss, my names' Edward. My car just stalled a couple hundred meters down the road. Could you help me?" he drawled in his very prominent British accent. He didn't ask her name because, frankly, he didn't give a shit. Wound up by his voice and grace, she nodded eagerly, hoping that maybe she could get this guy in her bed and under her sheets tonight. Little did she know.

Little did she know.

She followed him, swiftly looking back at the confused faces of her friends; Leah and Lauren knew that the girl was supposed to meet up with them at her car. The girl made a move to call out for them but Edward had a vice grip on her arm; effectively stopping her.

"You could just call them on our way. So they don't worry," He said. The girl shook her head apprehensively.

"I don't think…" She started to say. He smiled at her in a dazzling manner to diverge her train of thought.

"I have some place to be in half an' hour, but if you help me I'll take you out to dinner after." He smoothed his hand over her cheek as an attempt to persuade her to do what he wanted. "Maybe, we could go to your place." He added as he slipped his other arm around her waist.

The girl was a goner. She had fallen for his charms as soon as he had spoken and couldn't help but become aroused by it all. So she neither cared, nor noticed when he led her through an alley and onto a dark, foggy winding road. A shiny red Camaro rested on the curb, being the striking distraction of the chilling atmosphere.

When he released her, she took out her cell phone, one of those unreliable Razors, and dialed one of the girls. But alas, there was no service.

See, Edward had planned for this carefully. Not this girl obviously, but the plan was set in motion for a girl he would eventually pick up at that mall. He would lead them to the most deserted part of the town where there was absolutely no service. He would give them a chance to escape, and then go in for the chase.

When they arrived to the car, he spoke again.

"Can you get behind the wheel? I want to see if I could tinker with the engine a bit." She complied and got in the car with her phone in hand, as if it would miraculously gain a precious bar or two. He reached over her chest and tapped the hood button to release the lock, located near his shift handle. He casually slid his hand back to his side slowly, caressing her shoulder in the process. She shivered in response. I am definitely seducing this sex god tonight, she thought.

Edward made his way to the hood of his car and searched high and low for the pocket knife he carried around for an appointment such as this. He spotted it, silver and shiny, resting on the bed of his engine. He then, slowly and carefully, almost like a tiger when he approaches his prey, slid from behind the open hood and into her view. It took a while for him to catch her attention, and when he did…

Ohhh, she made the sweetest sound. The sound of hopelessness. Because she knew that she had nowhere to go. Her phone wasn't working. There was no one who drove among these roads, and they were too far away from civilization for anyone to hear her scream for help. And he reveled in that sound. Bathed in it greedily.

He advanced toward her. "What are you doing, Edward?" he held up the knife to her as she got out the car. "Stop!" the girl screamed in desperation.

He ignored her pleas and just smiled smugly.

"Run," Edward said simply.

She took off like a bat out of hell. He leaned against his car. Looking at his watch, counting down the seconds until he would catch up to her. But when he looked up, he saw that she cut through the trees at the roadside and made her way down. "Shit," he whispered to himself. That was a very bad thing for him because there was an interstate roadway that led to an exit. But luckily he memorized every inch of these surroundings.

He huffed once dramatically and made his way up the road closer to the exit beneath this roadway. He searched carefully for the hole he had dug along the trees that led near the exit sign earlier that week. He'd coated the inside walls of the hole with a metal compound, used for cars, so that it was easy to slide down. He removed the bushes that covered his shortcut from others and slid his way down.

Edward eventually spotted her when he landed, as she was running towards him. But as she saw him, her body filled with adrenaline and fear once more and she made her way back up the hill, and he was right on her feet. She stumbled and fell as she went through the trees to the abandoned road again. Crying and bruised she gave up and stood as she waited for him to arrive, crawling backwards frightfully.

"Why?" she screamed to him as he appeared in front of her. "Why are you doing this?"

"'Why?'" he questioned. "Why do you girls ask the same inane questions? 'Who are you?', 'What do you want?', 'Why are you doing this?'" he said mockingly.

"I haven't done anything!" she cried as she walked backwards, and on the verge of breaking down.

"You've done everything to me." He stated.

He'd recalled the days of his mother: bringing men around the house every day, and whoring around during the night, leaving Edward to take care of the house and the food. She eventually married, when Edward turned eight. She got hitched in Vegas with a mob boss named Carlisle Cullen. It was good for her because he gave her and endless supply of money and men, and it was bad for Edward because in her obsession, she accepted that he was sexually abused by his stepfather every day for ten years. And when he turned eighteen, Edward ditched with a sum of Carlisle's money, gained followers and planned his stepfather's death.

It worked out perfectly. So let's just say Carlisle had an accident with a tree chopper.

Fully awake.

And for the past two years, he's been looking for the ways to finally get his revenge on his mother; ways that he discovers pleasantly and pleasingly through women and girls who look like her. And so far, it worked like a charm.

"You're nothing but a whore, Mom." He spat out the word viciously to the girl. "You never gave a damn about me!" his head and his eyes twitched; his personality changing dramatically. An American accent made its way through as his normal voice. His outburst dropped whatever sexual hold he had on the girl. "You don't know what I went through because of you!"

The girl could do nothing but sit there as he advanced towards her, waving the knife recklessly; not at all like the grace he'd presented earlier. She knew he wasn't speaking to her directly, she was just an outlet.

A very unfortunate one.

"I hate your fucking guts! I despise you, and I can't wait 'till the day I get you in my arms." And then, he finally had enough of waiting, and proceeded to go in for it. She let out a final scream, for she knew that her life was done.

Nothing compared to the moment he felt and saw the life drain out of a girls' body. And he could only imagine what the real thing, his real target, would feel like.

He retracted and released the knife to her body and attacked her; with every stab and feel of red, wet substances emanating from her body, he felt his release. His pleasure.

And when he was finished, her body was a heavy, bloody lump on the road; nothing distinguishable about her. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a lighter and set the girl afire; effectively getting rid of the evidence.

He didn't even bother claiming her body before he killed her.

He lived for the kill, and the kill lived for him. And when the moment was right, which was very soon, he would give the revenge he fantasized for many, many years.

Edward had a smile on his face as he exited the bathroom, the memory still fresh in his mind even though it was just yesterday.

After he was clean and changed into new clothes, he retrieved his phone from his bed and noticed a new text message.

It was an unknown number. Confused yet curious, he opened the message. And the two words bouncing of the screen filled him with utter delight and complete fulfillment.

Found her... was all it said.