Morgan Pym vs. Bella Swan (a Twilight/Collector crossover)
Apr 1, 2014 13:48:35 GMT -8
Post by Madame Celeste on Apr 1, 2014 13:48:35 GMT -8
This little number was originally a post on the thread "If your favorite character met people in Twilight", but has been posted here at the request of marienomad.
Simply put, we all remember Bella saying (at least in New Moon) that she would even be willing to sell her soul to be with Edward. What if she actually did, and came face to face with Morgan Pym from The Collector as a result? This, ladies and gentlemen, is that story.
TL;DR :: Morgan tries to redeem Bella, but soon finds himself in way over his head. Meanwhile, the Cullens are ultimately made to face the consequences of Bella's deal.
CANADA - Vancouver, British Columbia
Morgan Pym's Apartment
10 years after the "climax" of New Moon...
It's nighttime. Morgan sits in a chair, anxiously eyeing his cell phone, while Maya is asleep in the next room. His boss hasn't called all week, but just as Morgan gets up and is about to go to bed, there is a knock on the door. Morgan promptly goes to the door and looks through the peephole; standing outside his door is a stereotypical-looking goth boy, but as the boy stares directly back at him through the peephole, Morgan sees an ominous reddish glow briefly flicker in the boy's eyes, making him realize that the boy is actually his boss.
MORGAN: (opens the door) So, who's the client this time?
BOSS: (in an exaggeratedly melodramatic tone) Ohhh, Morgan, if you could merely glimpse into my black, tortured soul and see the pure anguish within!
Morgan stays silent. His boss quickly drops the act and gives him a cheerful smirk.
BOSS: How was that? With enough practice, maybe I could be the next Shakespeare.
MORGAN: You came to visit me for that? What; you had an off-season 10 years ago and now you're bored?
BOSS: Oh no; business is still brisk as usual. No, I stopped by to give you a very special assignment. Pack your bags, Morgan; you're going to America.
MORGAN: (confused) America? But I'm not allowed to leave Vancouver; it's against the rules, remember?
BOSS: (mock-pouts) They're my rules, Morgan, and I'll break them if I want to. Besides, if you're going to insist on trying to save every wretched soul I send your way, I may as well give you someone special. Someone you'll have to really work for.
MORGAN: (sighs) Fine. So who's this special client?
BOSS: You're gonna love this one: Bella Swan. Or Bella Cullen, or whatever she calls herself these days. I found her in Washington, down in the happy little town of Forks, so I suggest starting your search there.
He takes out a passport with Morgan's picture on it and a plane ticket to Seattle, Washington, and gives them both to Morgan.
BOSS: Your flight leaves tomorrow. Bon voyage!
USA - Forks, Washington
The Cullen Residence
The next day...
Morgan walks away from the Cullen house, just as his boss - still in his goth-boy form - drives up to him on a motorcycle.
BOSS: (in an exaggeratedly melodramatic tone) But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Isabella is the sun!
MORGAN: (annoyed) Don't you ever get tired of that?
BOSS: Can't blame me for trying. Anyway, it's been hours since you arrived here in Forks, and you still haven't made contact with the client. What gives?
MORGAN: I was about to ask you the same thing. I've been all over this town tracking every lead I could find, but as far as anyone knows, Bella practically disappeared ever since she got married and left for her honeymoon 9 years ago. The only ones in this town Bella even associates with anymore are her in-laws, the Cullens, but they just told me she was dead and shut me out.
BOSS: Dead? Not a chance: not as long as her deal is still in effect.
MORGAN: I know. And of course, I can't actually tell them about Bella's deal, or else...
BOSS: Point taken. Good thing I took the liberty of giving you an assist before you came here.
MORGAN: How do you mean?
BOSS: Oh that's right; I haven't told you. It just so happens that the Cullens are vampires. Well, sort of; they sparkle in sunlight instead of frying, never understood that. And Bella's hubby Edward happens to be a very nosy mind reader.
MORGAN: (alarmed) WHAT?!
BOSS: Now now, don't get your boxers in a bunch. I shielded your mind before you left Vancouver so he wouldn't find out anything he shouldn't. Then again, he did look pretty pissed just now when he tried to get in your head and couldn't. Oh well; que sera, sera.
MORGAN: And you're telling me all of this now because…
His boss just gets back on the motorcycle and drives off without answering.
MORGAN: (sighs) Great.
He starts to walk away, but suddenly something hard collides with his head, and everything goes black.
A Dark Cellar
Morgan wakes up to find himself tied to a chair in a dark room, barely lit by a single lamp that is deliberately pointed away from the three shadowy figures watching him intently: two females and one male. Remembering what his boss had said earlier, Morgan tries to reach for his cell phone, but it is gone; the male figure teasingly holds it up in front of him and opens it.
MALE FIGURE: Looking for this?
Morgan squints and looks at the screen of his phone just before the male figure sets it down. On the screen is a timer, which has just begun to count down from 48 hours. This tells Morgan all he needs to know.
MORGAN: Which one of you is Bella Swan?
FEMALE FIGURE #1: You know him, Mommy?
FEMALE FIGURE #2: No. I've never seen him before in my life.
MORGAN: You don't know me, Bella, but I work for someone you've met before. I need to discuss something with you. (pointedly glares at the male) In private.
The male snarls, but Bella calms him down.
BELLA: Edward, it's okay. I'm a vampire now, and he's just a human. I can handle him.
EDWARD: Fine, but if he starts causing trouble, I'm coming back. Let's go, Renesmee.
Edward and Renesmee leave. Bella gives Morgan a disdainful look.
BELLA: Now what do you want?
MORGAN: I'm here about your deal, Bella.
BELLA: Deal? What deal?
MORGAN: Your deal with the devil. You sold your soul to him ten years ago, and now he's sent me to collect.
Bella looks worried.
BELLA: But… but I'm a vampire! I'll live forever as the beautiful goddess I was always meant to be! There must be some mistake.
MORGAN: It's no mistake. If you look at my phone, you'll see a timer. That's how long you have left until your deal expires and you go to hell: 48 hours and counting.
Bella picks up the discarded cell phone. Sure enough, the timer is still counting down. In a brief fit of rage, Bella throws the phone at the wall and glares at Morgan, who stoically returns her gaze.
MORGAN: I can help you avoid that, but only if you cooperate with me so you can find your redemption.
BELLA: And how do I do that?
MORGAN: Let's start with your deal. What exactly did you ask for? Try to remember.
BELLA: (scoffs) My memory is flawless, just like the rest of me.
Morgan resists the urge to roll his eyes in front of Bella, who starts to ponder.
BELLA: Yes, now I remember. I was on a plane to Italy, because I'd heard my eternal soulmate Edward was about to commit suicide because he thought I was dead. One of the flight attendants came up to me, and I saw a nightmarish red glow in his eyes at the time. He asked me if I wanted anything, and I told him that, more than anything in the world, I wanted to be with my love, my Edward. I wanted it so badly that I didn't think twice about selling my soul for him. Guess that's just how love works.
Morgan's attitude turns sober at this point, as he remembers his own deal centuries ago.
MORGAN: I know what you mean. Now, normally when a client makes a deal, someone else ends up suffering from bad luck to balance out the client's good luck. Can you think of anyone who may have been hurt in any way because of your relationship with Edward?
BELLA: Hurt? Let me think…
A long pause follows.
BELLA: No one, really. I mean, I guess Jacob may have been peeved after I turned him down, but he's okay now that he imprinted on Renesmee. Or maybe Victoria's newborn army or those other humans they killed while they were trying to kill me, because Edward killed her boyfriend a year before.
MORGAN: (warily) Okay… anyone else?
BELLA: I think that's it… Oh, wait. Irina probably counts too; when my half-vampire daughter Renesmee was born, a vampire named Irina mistook her for an immortal child and told the Volturi, and they killed her once they found out Renesmee wasn't an immortal child. And before that, when we heard the Volturi coming, my father-in-law invited some of his vampire friends to help protect Renesmee. He specifically told them not to eat anyone in Forks, so no one would come looking for us, but he did lend them some cars so they could go hunting out of town instead. So yeah, I guess they killed some people too, didn't they? And of course, there's always the occasional accident; the Cullens and I are vegetarians, meaning we only drink animal blood, but sometimes we lose control and drink from a human or two.
Morgan is visibly horrified, and is momentarily at a loss for words, but manages to pull himself together.
MORGAN: So all those people died as a result of your deal? Did you at least try to help them?
BELLA: Well no, not really, but I don't see why it matters any more. I have my family, the family I was destined to have, and we're all alive and happy.
MORGAN: You don't see-?! Bella, people have DIED so that you and Edward could be together! All those people, the loved ones they left behind… any one of them could be your redemption! (pauses in realization) Unless…
BELLA: Unless what?
MORGAN: Bella, I know this may be asking a lot, but considering how many innocent people have suffered because of your deal, this may be the only way to save your soul. Your in-laws, the Cullens, were involved in all of those deaths in one way or another, right?
BELLA: Yeah, so?
MORGAN: Then maybe your redemption is to make sure they never get to hurt anyone else. Which means… you may have to kill them.
BELLA: KILL THEM?! (grips Morgan by his throat) How dare you even suggest that I destroy such bastions of perfection just to save a bunch of worthless humans?!?
With a shriek of rage, Bella rips the collar of Morgan's shirt and bites hard into his neck, but a telekinetic wave suddenly blasts her off of Morgan and pins her against the wall. Morgan's "boss" suddenly appears in between them and looks at Morgan.
BOSS: (tsk tsk tsk) Well this is another fine mess you've gotten yourself into.
He snaps his fingers, and Morgan's bonds instantly break and fall off. Meanwhile, as Morgan gets up, the bite wounds in his neck spontaneously burst into flames as they reseal themselves.
BOSS: Oh, and Mrs. Cullen? Apparently something just came up with the Volturi. Looks like they've finally had enough of you and your in-laws breaking their rules time and time again and giving them the finger every time they try to enforce those rules. Normally it'd take them a few days or so to get from Volterra to Forks, but their cause was so noble that I decided to lend them a hand. (smiles)
MORGAN: What's going on? Who are the Volturi?
BOSS: Aro, Caius, and Marcus: the big cheeses of the vampire world. You might want to stay out of this one, Morgan.
The sounds of fighting and screaming echo from upstairs. Bella recognizes the screams of Edward and Renesmee and looks genuinely horrified, while Morgan's boss laughs gleefully.
BELLA: NOOOOO!
There is a series of noises, beginning with the crumbling of stones and then the crackling of flames, as Bella begins to cry copious venom-tears and a bewildered Morgan can only look up at the door in horror. His boss gives him and Bella an innocent look.
BOSS: Oop, there goes hubby. (hears similar noises soon afterward) And that must be little Nessie.
A shocked Morgan looks at him.
BOSS: What? Once a deal hits the 48-hour mark, I start taking back everything the client got out of the deal. You know that, Morgan; you're no rookie.
BELLA: (sobbing) They're gone. They're all gone. My destiny, my only reason to live… it's all gone.
BOSS: (stage-gasps) Why, Bella! Are you saying you want to go to hell early? Morgan here can arrange that for you, y'know.
He glances at Morgan, fully expecting his most stubborn collector to protest. To his surprise, Morgan just stays silent. Bella looks up at Morgan.
BELLA: Do it. At least I'll be with Edward, my only true love…
Morgan's boss beams with excitement and goes to pick up Morgan's cell phone, which was seriously damaged when Bella threw it earlier. The phone is magically repaired as it is handed back to Morgan.
BOSS: You heard the lady. And you know the rules; you can't refuse a client's request to pay up early.
MORGAN: I know that. But before I press the button, could you indulge me for a moment? I need to get something off my chest.
BOSS: Finally found a client who made you crack, eh Morgan? Suit yourself; I get paid either way.
Taking a deep breath, Morgan rests his thumb on one particular button on his cell phone, and grimly turns to face Bella.
MORGAN: Bella Swan… never, in all the time I've spent trying to seek redemption for my clients, have I come across anyone as selfish or as heartless as you, and one of my clients was a serial killer! You literally sold your soul, in more ways than one, just so you could pursue your warped idea of happiness. Who knows how many innocent lives you and your so-called "bastions of perfection" have ruined because of your deal? People you can't even be bothered to care about as long as you have your perfect life, even if it means throwing away your only chance at getting out of your deal!
He holds up his phone and points it at Bella, his thumb still resting on "the button".
MORGAN: I swore I would never press this button again, but you leave me no choice. Not just because you asked me to, but also because I know that you'll continue to put innocent people at risk for your own personal gain if you have the chance, and I can't allow that. Goodbye, Bella.
He presses the button. A portal opens up next to Bella, and she screams as her soul is ripped out of her body and sucked into the portal. Bella's body falls dead to the floor, and the portal closes again as Morgan's boss applauds.
BOSS: Bravo, bravo! Encore!
Morgan just turns away and leaves the cellar.
USA - Forks, Washington
Bella & Edward's Secluded Cottage
Moments later...
As Morgan emerges from the cellar and sees the burned remains of Edward and Renesmee, the Volturi spot him.
JANE: Well well… looks like the Cullens have exposed themselves to yet another human!
She is about to attack Morgan, but Morgan's boss appears behind him and gazes at the gathered Volturi, his eyes flashing an ominous red. The Volturi freeze for a moment, then look at each other in confusion.
JANE: Huh? What are we doing in Forks?
The Volturi leave, still confused.
BOSS: Well, that was fun.
He conjures up some money and a plane ticket back to Vancouver and gives them to Morgan.
BOSS: Here: take Maya somewhere nice tonight. My treat.
With that, he vanishes. Morgan promptly leaves the scene, and within hours he is on a plane back to Vancouver.
Simply put, we all remember Bella saying (at least in New Moon) that she would even be willing to sell her soul to be with Edward. What if she actually did, and came face to face with Morgan Pym from The Collector as a result? This, ladies and gentlemen, is that story.
TL;DR :: Morgan tries to redeem Bella, but soon finds himself in way over his head. Meanwhile, the Cullens are ultimately made to face the consequences of Bella's deal.
CANADA - Vancouver, British Columbia
Morgan Pym's Apartment
10 years after the "climax" of New Moon...
It's nighttime. Morgan sits in a chair, anxiously eyeing his cell phone, while Maya is asleep in the next room. His boss hasn't called all week, but just as Morgan gets up and is about to go to bed, there is a knock on the door. Morgan promptly goes to the door and looks through the peephole; standing outside his door is a stereotypical-looking goth boy, but as the boy stares directly back at him through the peephole, Morgan sees an ominous reddish glow briefly flicker in the boy's eyes, making him realize that the boy is actually his boss.
MORGAN: (opens the door) So, who's the client this time?
BOSS: (in an exaggeratedly melodramatic tone) Ohhh, Morgan, if you could merely glimpse into my black, tortured soul and see the pure anguish within!
Morgan stays silent. His boss quickly drops the act and gives him a cheerful smirk.
BOSS: How was that? With enough practice, maybe I could be the next Shakespeare.
MORGAN: You came to visit me for that? What; you had an off-season 10 years ago and now you're bored?
BOSS: Oh no; business is still brisk as usual. No, I stopped by to give you a very special assignment. Pack your bags, Morgan; you're going to America.
MORGAN: (confused) America? But I'm not allowed to leave Vancouver; it's against the rules, remember?
BOSS: (mock-pouts) They're my rules, Morgan, and I'll break them if I want to. Besides, if you're going to insist on trying to save every wretched soul I send your way, I may as well give you someone special. Someone you'll have to really work for.
MORGAN: (sighs) Fine. So who's this special client?
BOSS: You're gonna love this one: Bella Swan. Or Bella Cullen, or whatever she calls herself these days. I found her in Washington, down in the happy little town of Forks, so I suggest starting your search there.
He takes out a passport with Morgan's picture on it and a plane ticket to Seattle, Washington, and gives them both to Morgan.
BOSS: Your flight leaves tomorrow. Bon voyage!
USA - Forks, Washington
The Cullen Residence
The next day...
Morgan walks away from the Cullen house, just as his boss - still in his goth-boy form - drives up to him on a motorcycle.
BOSS: (in an exaggeratedly melodramatic tone) But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Isabella is the sun!
MORGAN: (annoyed) Don't you ever get tired of that?
BOSS: Can't blame me for trying. Anyway, it's been hours since you arrived here in Forks, and you still haven't made contact with the client. What gives?
MORGAN: I was about to ask you the same thing. I've been all over this town tracking every lead I could find, but as far as anyone knows, Bella practically disappeared ever since she got married and left for her honeymoon 9 years ago. The only ones in this town Bella even associates with anymore are her in-laws, the Cullens, but they just told me she was dead and shut me out.
BOSS: Dead? Not a chance: not as long as her deal is still in effect.
MORGAN: I know. And of course, I can't actually tell them about Bella's deal, or else...
BOSS: Point taken. Good thing I took the liberty of giving you an assist before you came here.
MORGAN: How do you mean?
BOSS: Oh that's right; I haven't told you. It just so happens that the Cullens are vampires. Well, sort of; they sparkle in sunlight instead of frying, never understood that. And Bella's hubby Edward happens to be a very nosy mind reader.
MORGAN: (alarmed) WHAT?!
BOSS: Now now, don't get your boxers in a bunch. I shielded your mind before you left Vancouver so he wouldn't find out anything he shouldn't. Then again, he did look pretty pissed just now when he tried to get in your head and couldn't. Oh well; que sera, sera.
MORGAN: And you're telling me all of this now because…
His boss just gets back on the motorcycle and drives off without answering.
MORGAN: (sighs) Great.
He starts to walk away, but suddenly something hard collides with his head, and everything goes black.
A Dark Cellar
Morgan wakes up to find himself tied to a chair in a dark room, barely lit by a single lamp that is deliberately pointed away from the three shadowy figures watching him intently: two females and one male. Remembering what his boss had said earlier, Morgan tries to reach for his cell phone, but it is gone; the male figure teasingly holds it up in front of him and opens it.
MALE FIGURE: Looking for this?
Morgan squints and looks at the screen of his phone just before the male figure sets it down. On the screen is a timer, which has just begun to count down from 48 hours. This tells Morgan all he needs to know.
MORGAN: Which one of you is Bella Swan?
FEMALE FIGURE #1: You know him, Mommy?
FEMALE FIGURE #2: No. I've never seen him before in my life.
MORGAN: You don't know me, Bella, but I work for someone you've met before. I need to discuss something with you. (pointedly glares at the male) In private.
The male snarls, but Bella calms him down.
BELLA: Edward, it's okay. I'm a vampire now, and he's just a human. I can handle him.
EDWARD: Fine, but if he starts causing trouble, I'm coming back. Let's go, Renesmee.
Edward and Renesmee leave. Bella gives Morgan a disdainful look.
BELLA: Now what do you want?
MORGAN: I'm here about your deal, Bella.
BELLA: Deal? What deal?
MORGAN: Your deal with the devil. You sold your soul to him ten years ago, and now he's sent me to collect.
Bella looks worried.
BELLA: But… but I'm a vampire! I'll live forever as the beautiful goddess I was always meant to be! There must be some mistake.
MORGAN: It's no mistake. If you look at my phone, you'll see a timer. That's how long you have left until your deal expires and you go to hell: 48 hours and counting.
Bella picks up the discarded cell phone. Sure enough, the timer is still counting down. In a brief fit of rage, Bella throws the phone at the wall and glares at Morgan, who stoically returns her gaze.
MORGAN: I can help you avoid that, but only if you cooperate with me so you can find your redemption.
BELLA: And how do I do that?
MORGAN: Let's start with your deal. What exactly did you ask for? Try to remember.
BELLA: (scoffs) My memory is flawless, just like the rest of me.
Morgan resists the urge to roll his eyes in front of Bella, who starts to ponder.
BELLA: Yes, now I remember. I was on a plane to Italy, because I'd heard my eternal soulmate Edward was about to commit suicide because he thought I was dead. One of the flight attendants came up to me, and I saw a nightmarish red glow in his eyes at the time. He asked me if I wanted anything, and I told him that, more than anything in the world, I wanted to be with my love, my Edward. I wanted it so badly that I didn't think twice about selling my soul for him. Guess that's just how love works.
Morgan's attitude turns sober at this point, as he remembers his own deal centuries ago.
MORGAN: I know what you mean. Now, normally when a client makes a deal, someone else ends up suffering from bad luck to balance out the client's good luck. Can you think of anyone who may have been hurt in any way because of your relationship with Edward?
BELLA: Hurt? Let me think…
A long pause follows.
BELLA: No one, really. I mean, I guess Jacob may have been peeved after I turned him down, but he's okay now that he imprinted on Renesmee. Or maybe Victoria's newborn army or those other humans they killed while they were trying to kill me, because Edward killed her boyfriend a year before.
MORGAN: (warily) Okay… anyone else?
BELLA: I think that's it… Oh, wait. Irina probably counts too; when my half-vampire daughter Renesmee was born, a vampire named Irina mistook her for an immortal child and told the Volturi, and they killed her once they found out Renesmee wasn't an immortal child. And before that, when we heard the Volturi coming, my father-in-law invited some of his vampire friends to help protect Renesmee. He specifically told them not to eat anyone in Forks, so no one would come looking for us, but he did lend them some cars so they could go hunting out of town instead. So yeah, I guess they killed some people too, didn't they? And of course, there's always the occasional accident; the Cullens and I are vegetarians, meaning we only drink animal blood, but sometimes we lose control and drink from a human or two.
Morgan is visibly horrified, and is momentarily at a loss for words, but manages to pull himself together.
MORGAN: So all those people died as a result of your deal? Did you at least try to help them?
BELLA: Well no, not really, but I don't see why it matters any more. I have my family, the family I was destined to have, and we're all alive and happy.
MORGAN: You don't see-?! Bella, people have DIED so that you and Edward could be together! All those people, the loved ones they left behind… any one of them could be your redemption! (pauses in realization) Unless…
BELLA: Unless what?
MORGAN: Bella, I know this may be asking a lot, but considering how many innocent people have suffered because of your deal, this may be the only way to save your soul. Your in-laws, the Cullens, were involved in all of those deaths in one way or another, right?
BELLA: Yeah, so?
MORGAN: Then maybe your redemption is to make sure they never get to hurt anyone else. Which means… you may have to kill them.
BELLA: KILL THEM?! (grips Morgan by his throat) How dare you even suggest that I destroy such bastions of perfection just to save a bunch of worthless humans?!?
With a shriek of rage, Bella rips the collar of Morgan's shirt and bites hard into his neck, but a telekinetic wave suddenly blasts her off of Morgan and pins her against the wall. Morgan's "boss" suddenly appears in between them and looks at Morgan.
BOSS: (tsk tsk tsk) Well this is another fine mess you've gotten yourself into.
He snaps his fingers, and Morgan's bonds instantly break and fall off. Meanwhile, as Morgan gets up, the bite wounds in his neck spontaneously burst into flames as they reseal themselves.
BOSS: Oh, and Mrs. Cullen? Apparently something just came up with the Volturi. Looks like they've finally had enough of you and your in-laws breaking their rules time and time again and giving them the finger every time they try to enforce those rules. Normally it'd take them a few days or so to get from Volterra to Forks, but their cause was so noble that I decided to lend them a hand. (smiles)
MORGAN: What's going on? Who are the Volturi?
BOSS: Aro, Caius, and Marcus: the big cheeses of the vampire world. You might want to stay out of this one, Morgan.
The sounds of fighting and screaming echo from upstairs. Bella recognizes the screams of Edward and Renesmee and looks genuinely horrified, while Morgan's boss laughs gleefully.
BELLA: NOOOOO!
There is a series of noises, beginning with the crumbling of stones and then the crackling of flames, as Bella begins to cry copious venom-tears and a bewildered Morgan can only look up at the door in horror. His boss gives him and Bella an innocent look.
BOSS: Oop, there goes hubby. (hears similar noises soon afterward) And that must be little Nessie.
A shocked Morgan looks at him.
BOSS: What? Once a deal hits the 48-hour mark, I start taking back everything the client got out of the deal. You know that, Morgan; you're no rookie.
BELLA: (sobbing) They're gone. They're all gone. My destiny, my only reason to live… it's all gone.
BOSS: (stage-gasps) Why, Bella! Are you saying you want to go to hell early? Morgan here can arrange that for you, y'know.
He glances at Morgan, fully expecting his most stubborn collector to protest. To his surprise, Morgan just stays silent. Bella looks up at Morgan.
BELLA: Do it. At least I'll be with Edward, my only true love…
Morgan's boss beams with excitement and goes to pick up Morgan's cell phone, which was seriously damaged when Bella threw it earlier. The phone is magically repaired as it is handed back to Morgan.
BOSS: You heard the lady. And you know the rules; you can't refuse a client's request to pay up early.
MORGAN: I know that. But before I press the button, could you indulge me for a moment? I need to get something off my chest.
BOSS: Finally found a client who made you crack, eh Morgan? Suit yourself; I get paid either way.
Taking a deep breath, Morgan rests his thumb on one particular button on his cell phone, and grimly turns to face Bella.
MORGAN: Bella Swan… never, in all the time I've spent trying to seek redemption for my clients, have I come across anyone as selfish or as heartless as you, and one of my clients was a serial killer! You literally sold your soul, in more ways than one, just so you could pursue your warped idea of happiness. Who knows how many innocent lives you and your so-called "bastions of perfection" have ruined because of your deal? People you can't even be bothered to care about as long as you have your perfect life, even if it means throwing away your only chance at getting out of your deal!
He holds up his phone and points it at Bella, his thumb still resting on "the button".
MORGAN: I swore I would never press this button again, but you leave me no choice. Not just because you asked me to, but also because I know that you'll continue to put innocent people at risk for your own personal gain if you have the chance, and I can't allow that. Goodbye, Bella.
He presses the button. A portal opens up next to Bella, and she screams as her soul is ripped out of her body and sucked into the portal. Bella's body falls dead to the floor, and the portal closes again as Morgan's boss applauds.
BOSS: Bravo, bravo! Encore!
Morgan just turns away and leaves the cellar.
USA - Forks, Washington
Bella & Edward's Secluded Cottage
Moments later...
As Morgan emerges from the cellar and sees the burned remains of Edward and Renesmee, the Volturi spot him.
JANE: Well well… looks like the Cullens have exposed themselves to yet another human!
She is about to attack Morgan, but Morgan's boss appears behind him and gazes at the gathered Volturi, his eyes flashing an ominous red. The Volturi freeze for a moment, then look at each other in confusion.
JANE: Huh? What are we doing in Forks?
The Volturi leave, still confused.
BOSS: Well, that was fun.
He conjures up some money and a plane ticket back to Vancouver and gives them to Morgan.
BOSS: Here: take Maya somewhere nice tonight. My treat.
With that, he vanishes. Morgan promptly leaves the scene, and within hours he is on a plane back to Vancouver.