Prologue
"Damn it, Edward!"
Edward Cullen looked at his friend, Terrance. "What?" He hissed back.
"Where is he?"
Seattle's most feared gang was gathered, ironically enough, in a dark alley in the city. They were waiting for a drug dealer that Terrance had been scammed by a few nights previously. This was his usual spot for meeting his customers. The plan was to kill him the second he showed his sleezy face.
Footsteps rounded the corner walking fast, skittishly through the alley.
"That's our guy, boys." Terrance pressed a silver gun into Edward's hand. He clapped him on the shoulder. "Aim for the chest. Make this an easy one."
Edward raised the gun, his heart pounding. He hated himself for what he was about to do, but the gang had been his only family for so long. Being in it meant he was never lonely, he was never in danger, he was never hungry. There were no rules, no limits. Getting kicked out was not an option.
He took a breath and pulled the trigger.
There was a scream, but it wasn't the gruff, drunken, male voice he was expecting. Edward heard the gang sprinting in opposite directions, but he ran toward the victim.
She couldn't be any older than sixteen years old. Her green eyes were opened so that she appeared to be staring at him. Edward saw the blood spreading across her chest.
He had gotten her right in the heart. Edward stood shakily and began to back away from the corpse, but before he could tear his eyes away from the girl, a pair of hands seized him from behind.
"You're under arrest for murder. You have the right to remain silent." Then the police officer began reading off his rights.