A/N: Hello people of the world! I am bellaroxursocx, and this is Taken by a Killer. It was originally Helperwithstories-Twinerd1243's story, but I offered to take it since she didn't know what to do with it. I'll post a little note when I start writing, which will be on Chapter 3, numerically, but Chapter 2, technically. Thanks for reading, and thanks to Helperwithstories-Twinerd1243 for letting me have this! *Mwah!*
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not even the plot!
Taken by a Killer
Prologue
"Breaking News! Police Chief Charles Swan of Forks, Washington was murdered last night in his own home. His twelve year-old daughter, Isabella Swan, has been pronounced missing or taken by the killer. We have a recording of a police call that has Isabella's last words to anyone. What you're about to hear might be shocking…"
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Someone's in my house! He has a GUN!"
"Okay, sweetie, I need you to calm down. I have a police squad on the way. Can you hide yourself away?"
"Yes, I'm under my bed! He-he killed my dad!"
"It's okay, honey, help will be there shortly."
"Please hurry! I—he's in my room."
"Sweetie, it'll be okay; we're almost there."
"NO! STAY AWAY! HELP ME!"
"Honey? SWEETHEART? Are you there? We're at your house… Hello?"
"BEEP…BEEP….BEEP….BEEP"
"Witnesses say to have seen a silver Volvo parked outside the Swan house all day yesterday and had seen a man inside. The license plate is 176EC. Most authorities say this was the work of none other then 18 year-old Edward Masen, the same man who had killed Tanya Denali and Michael Newton last month. Here's a picture now. If you have seen this man or car anywhere then you are to notify the police at once. Also, keep a look out for Isabella Swan. Rewards are up for who ever finds her and brings her back safely to her mother and step-father. This is Gracie Grey with CNN news. And remember- DO NOT confront Edward Masen, for he is said to be highly dangerous…"
The television switched off.
A low chuckle filled the dark apartment room.
A man was sitting on a long couch that looked to have seen better days, looking at the now blank TV. A creepy smile played across his lips as he looked down at the sleeping girl curled up to his side, her head laying on his lap. He reached down and moved a strand of hair from her face.
"My, my, Isabella, we have lots of things to do. Thank God we have forever to do it."
The sleeping girl mumbled something a long the lines of "help".