Forks, Washington, January 25th 2011:
At a house, almost completely isolated from the rest of town, a brownish white van stops. A door opens, and out comes a man, who's in his late thirties, early twenties, accompanied by a blond woman, who was about a decade younger than him, a black-haired person, who appeared just as serious as that woman, and a couple, who looked somewhat paler in comparison to the other three.
Together, they entered the house. Inside, they didn't encounter a hallway that would have a door to the living room, they just immediately entered a huge room. The eldest person of the group shone a light around, but found nothing.
"It's like Maya said." he spoke, "They can anticipate our arrival."
"But they didn't run away." the male of the pale couple said, I can smell them."
"I small crayon." the woman of the pale couple said.
"Not so surprising." the black-haired man spoke, as he picked up a drawing and shone his light on it.
On the drawing, he saw how the five of them have entered the house, looking around.
"What is it with these people?" the blond woman asked, "I mean, why do people who can see the future always have to draw them?"
"Charlie!" a crackling voice sounded.
The eldest of them, Charlie, replied over his walkie-talkie, from which the voice came: "What is it?"
"They just jumped out the window and are coming at us!" the voice exclaimed.
They hadn't heard it, or the pale couple already ran out of the house, followed by the black-haired man, who apparently could move just as fast as they could. The other two remaining, followed as fast as they could, though slowly in comparison.
Outside, a group of what appear to be savage people, were forcing their way into the van. Or they tried, but were stopped by the pale couple. Showing off their teeth and making themselves look more grotesque, the couple attacked the group, clawing at them, ripping them apart. All until there was only one of them left.
The pale couple held this one female of the group, as Charlie and the blond woman approached. The latter of whom held up a large stake, while Charlie opened the door to look inside the van, where he finds a young girl.
"You okay, Maya?" he asked her.
"Now I know how Grimsdyke must have felt when he first went out hunting." the girl, Maya answered.
Charlie smiled, after which he turned to the woman that they had captured: "Alright, here's how this'll go. Either you say nothing, and Eben and Stella (nodding to the two holding her) will kill you slowly. Tell us what we want to know, and Buffy (nodding to the woman) will kill you faster. Where can we find more of you?"
Whatever she does, she's dead eitherway. Still, she could choose between quick and painless or slow and painful. But as the question was asked, she realized something.
"Edward..." she whispered.
"Edward?" Buffy repeated.
"No!" the female shouted, "You can't make tell you anything!"
This is when the pale man, Eben realized something: "Where's Connor?"
He was refering to their fifth member, of which everyone just realized they hadn't seen him since they left the house.
"There he is." the pale female, Stella, pointed.
In the grass, there lay the black-haired man, Connor, though while earlier he looked as though he could run faster than a speeding bullet, this time he appeared too weak to even stand up. He could barely even take out this small canister, from which he tried to drink.
"What is that?" Charlie wondered.
As everyone else in the group wondered the same thing, this caused enough of a distraction so the female that was held prisoner could easily pull herself free from the other two, and run away. But this is when... whatever it was that Connor drank, it was enough to give him a boost, that had him catch up with the female, and literally punch her heart out.
"Connor!" Charlie shouted, "What have you done? She didn't even tell us anything!"
Connor didn't answer. He looked at his hands, his entire body, and whispered: "This won't last long. Gotta go!"
He ran away from them.
"Hey, where are you going?" Buffy shouted after him and followed.
Normally, Eben and Stella would be fast enough to run after him, but they appeared to be distracted.
"What's wrong?" Charlie asked them.
"There's this strange smell around here." Eben answered.
"I think it comes from that canister." Stella pointed.
As the three of them went to investigate, Buffy returned to the van, and asked Maya: "Do you know what's gotten into him?"
Maya shook her head: "I saw him running away, but that was just before I got attacked."
"And you couldn't tell us?" Buffy couldn't understand.
"Well I'm sorry for being in shock." Maya sounded sarcastic.
"Buffy!" Charlie called.
Buffy joined the other three. Charlie held up a canister, but Buffy didn't pay any attention to that yet.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Whatever made Conner act like that..." Charlie explained, "... I'm pretty sure this here had something to do with it."
Charlie was referring to the canister, at which point Buffy too started to wonder what's so special about it.