Nobody ever suspected me.
I was the one that everyone pretended to know, the girl that was never seen past the exterior. On the outside, I was tolerable, a little less than normal. On the inside, I was a bloodthirsty beast dying to crawl out of my shell.
So one day, I crept into her room. The smell of freshly eaten deer emanating off her as I held a torch between my fingers. She turned, not expecting her own sister to have developed this new…thirst for murder.
Her eyes widened in fear, her body frozen, her mind whirring. I gave her no time to react. No one was in the house, or even near the house. I grinned like only a monster could; cold, heartless, unforgiving. And then I striked.
The screams meant nothing. The begging meant nothing, nor did the murderous sobs and lame attempts at fighting back. An hour later, I threw away the Ziploc of her ashes and then left. I fed on deer to chase the scent of burning vampire, and then I was speeding home.
Why did I do it? Why did I murder my own sister? The one who loved me, and cared for me?
I did it because she annoyed me, always acted like she knew everyone and everything. To me she was constantly bending the rules to her will, always getting away with the worst.
When Esme, Carlisle, and the guys came back from their hunting trip, they'd find me innocently flipping through a magazine in my room.
Where is she? They'd ask. I'd keep my thoughts concealed and lie through my teeth with no regret, taking care to keep my emotions serene.
Out, I'd answer, knowing that her ashes were in an abandoned dumpster all the way in Connecticut, where no one—human or vampire—would find it. I'd pretend to sulk and mope, choke back dry sobs and not feed for days upon months.
Now that you know I'm a killer, murderer, bitch, whatever you want to call me; you know. You know that I'm beyond dangerous. I would be America's Most Wanted if anyone knew half of the things I had done.
So one last question before I go, commit more murders, stage more crimes, kill more innocent people:
Who am I?
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Okay, so this is sort of the Prologue for a Suspense that I reallllyyy need to collaborate with. So the first person to guess who the killer is and who the victim is gets a sneak peek at the next chapter! R & R!