Fanon:Bella's Secrets

Bella Goth stood out on the deck of Don Lothario's house, watching the stars, trying to cool her temper. Abashed after his failed attempt at seduction, her host had gone back inside, getting her some coffee to try to make ammends. On any other day, she might have kissed him back, but there was so much tension in her. She sighed. Love reminded her painfully of where her choices had brought her. She was famous, rich, sought-after, but the stress of all those skeletons in her closet wore on her constantly. She hadn't truly enjoyed anything for a long time. Her thoughts were interrupted by a footstep. She looked immediately at the door, expecting Don. A small laugh came from behind her, and she whirled around. A slender figure stood there, holding a .22 pistol in its hand. "Bella," the unfamiliar voice said mockingly, "He's not coming. This is far too important for that dolt to do anything about it." Bella gasped. "What? What do you want? Money, fame, power---I'll help you, whatever it is, I swear!" she choked. Moonlight glinted off of the figure's smile. "Good." One ring of a shot followed another, and Bella screamed as she fell to the ground.