Forks Massacre

Preface

Fog slithered around her toes, her mahogany hair flicked behind her like a dark fire in the wind. Her white skin was an insane contrast to the black, rainy night around her. Her eyes gleamed a dangerous red, a single droplet of pale red blood dripped off her chin. Her family was gone, she had nothing else to live for, nowhere to stay, and no rules to live by. She came across a large sign that read: "The city of Forks welcomes you!". Below that sign there was a poster "population : 3246" Isabella Swan smiled… Time to take that number down a few digits… the town was hers for the taking.
She glanced around and before heading down the dark, familiar street she thought to herself 'I wonder if Charlies home'.

1: Twisted.

I used to be Bella, I used to be full of life… I had a family… humans, shape shifters, vampires. I used to have a home in Finland, living with my husband and our daughter… and the family that changed me. The family that gave me the life I always wanted. But like the blood stained cloth that fluttered across the road in the wind… all of that had disappeared in to the distance.
I looked at the house in front of me… Looked at how nothing had changed what so ever. Except perhaps the new smells and new sounds… neighbourhood pets maybe?. This was the home of Charlie Swan… my dad. I remembered when I was younger… my dad and I would play hide and seek whenever he got the chance…
I took out my phone and began to dial his home number, standing outside the kitchen window I listened for the dial tone… I was pro at hide and seek… and I wanted to play.
***

Charlie sat watching the football, he'd taped it earlier that day because he was called in to work at the police station and was afraid he'd miss something important… well… that was always his excuse.
He looked over at the mantle piece, a framed picture of His daughter Bella was the centre of attention. He wondered for a moment why she hadn't called. She used to call constantly. He looked at his calendar, he'd marked off the last date she'd called as '13 June' it was now the '25 of November. He reasoned that she was married, had a pre teen daughter and was attending a fine university, doing a chemistry course… She wouldn't really have much time on her hands.- The phone rang interrupting his thoughts. He pulled himself off the couch with an effort, he made his way to the kitchen wall where the phone sat in it's cradle. Out of the corner of his eye he could of sworn he saw a figure pass the kitchen window. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. It was just about to strike twelve… he was tired and most likely seeing things he reasoned.
He picked up the phone and rested his forearm on the wall. "Swan residence-" He was cut of by the repetitive beeping that indicated he'd been hung up on. He rolled his eyes… 'funny… no serious kids, real fucking funny'. He heard the back door creak, he spun on his heal and slammed the phone back in it's cradle. He reasoned that since it was a stormy night it was most likely just the wind. He stepped quietly down the hallway to shut the back door. When he reached the door it was swinging back ad forth in a slow, steady rhythm… 'creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak, creak" Charlie grabbed the door handle and pulled the door shut. Just as he did the lights went out. Charlie was by all means a sensible man… he told him self that there was a storm and the power had cut out no more then a week ago… it was normal… but something about the silence in the house seemed dangerous. He reached for the torch on his belt, his hands were so clammy and slick with nervous sweat that it took him a couple of tries to grasp the torch firmly enough to turn it on. The light was dim and barely helped him see any better then he could with the torch off. The batteries were going flat. He went to step forward and heard a tiny splash… he was so scared that the storm raging outside was a distant memory. He knelt down to look at what he'd stepped in… it was water…. Water in the shape of a human footprint. His mouth became dry as he looked ahead and saw similar foot prints leading to the kitchen. The thought that occurred to Charlie then was almost enough to make him sick… there was someone in the house… god knows what weapons they had… and he'd left his gun in his truck.

As he drew near to the kitchen he heard the sound of knives being sharpened he turned the corner and saw the eerie form of a thin woman, with dripping, tangled hair, he couldn't tell what she looked like, her back was to him. She was wearing a white dress that was torn and saturated with the rain, she had no shoes. The constant sound of the knives rubbing against each other was accompanied by the dreadful 'drip, drip, drip' of water falling from the figure and on to the wood floor. "You never were one for doing dishes… were you dad?" Charlie paused
"Bella?" 'drip, drip, drip, drip'
"Isabella… actually"
"Bella what happened to you?". ' drip, drip, drip, drip'
 Bella turned, placing the knives on the counter. She took slow threatening steps towards her father. "You wanna know what happened to me?" she asked, just a nose distance from Charlie. She took the torch in one of her hands and crushed it, suddenly it was pitch black. "I've been twisted".