Disclaimer: I'm just playing with the story and characters; no infringement intended. Thanks Stephanie.
The Blood Wars
Chapter One:
Bella pushed her hair back with blistered hands and then used the back of the shovel to smooth the mound of fresh earth over Charlie's grave. It had taken her four hours to dig the shallow hole and then another two hours to fill it in after she had dragged his body from the upstairs bedroom to the flower garden behind the house. She used the quilt her mother made her to wrap him. Tears kept falling on the little yellow flowers that she picked to place on his grave, and she wiped them off the fragile petals wondering where they came from. She was too numb to cry.
She had found her father this morning early when she went up to see why he hadn't come down to breakfast. She called for help. She called the station, the hospital, school... everyone she knew. No one answered. Her neighbors wouldn't come to the door, so she assumed they were dead as well. She drove into town. The streets of Forks were abandoned except for a few parked cars, some empty, some with corpses for drivers. Was she the only one left? The quiet was oppressive as it reigned over what was now a ghost town. She went back home to bury Charlie. She had known this was coming.
Eliot was right: When the world ended, it was not with a bang but a whimper. The virus had killed half of the human population in one month as it rampaged its way around the globe. Airborne, it traveled by plane, by ship, by the very wind itself, and it moved so quickly through the larger cities that the stench of the unburied dead drifted into the silent sky like a thick dark cloud of misery. She and Charlie had kept up with the news until there was no longer anyone left to report it. They waited hoping that their remote little town would be spared, but sometime last night, the killing winds had shifted in their direction and now there was no one left... except for her as far as she could tell.
She knelt in the dirt for a timeless eternity and wondered what she should do. Why was she spared? Standing up, she started to brush the dirt from her hands and realized with a grimace that her blisters were broken and bleeding. She brushed the back of one hand across her forehead, and that's when she saw him. He was standing at the edge of the forest. His eyes were black and his form was as motionless as a large cat about to pounce. It was Edward Cullen.