A/N: This story is written by two people, and we have an editor too, so that's why the style of writing might change.
Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight, or the characters, and the last names Devereux and Lafreniere are courtesy of the Vampire Beach series.
Eleanor P.O.V
'Good Morning,' said Mr Carter gruffly, slamming down a heavy case folder onto the table.
'Morning,' May, Lillian and I chorused. We were seated around a circular table, hands resting on the polished wood. 'Coffee anyone?' called the secretary, Andrea, poking her head into the room.
'No, thank you,' May and I said together.
'I'd like a cup of blood,' Lillian said under her breath, making us erupt in silent giggles. Mr Carter looked at us quizzically before switching on his laptop and projecting the image onto a large screen. 'We'll just wait for Ramona and Kieran,' he said, taking a long swig of his coffee. I tapped impatiently on the table while Lillian and May stared contently at the projected image; it was a mossy green forest with trees that had toppled over and messy undergrowth.
The door burst open and Ramona entered through the door loudly, making a horrible scraping sound; pulled out her chair and set her coffee mug on the table. 'Sorry I'm late,' she said breathlessly, shrugging off her jacket. Ramona pulled a lock of her glossy dark brown hair behind her ear and took out a notepad, pen poised just on top of the paper as she surveyed Mr Carter with wide chocolate brown eyes. The three of us gave her a small smile in greeting, although being near humans no longer bothered us.
I had sustained myself on a diet of animal blood for almost three hundred and fifty eight years, in my lifetime I had gone through numerous careers, but this one was by far my favourite. Lillian, May and I were highly commended FBI agents, dedicated to preserve human life. We took our jobs very seriously and so far; nobody had noticed that we weren't quite human.
Of course the three of us were inhumanely beautiful, had the same golden irises, and dark shadows beneath our eyes but we remained inconspicuous. The only difficult part was feigning sleep on overnight field missions, but we had become well accustomed to that now.
'Sorry,' said Kieran timidly as he made his way to a chair, giving us all a small wave in greeting. I couldn't help but notice that May was watching him and gave him a very wide smile when he looked her way. 'Alright,' said Mr Carter rubbing his hands together, 'this case,' he began 'has proved unsolvable to the police of Forks, and Washington State in general.' He said, pressing a button on the laptop making the picture change. 'So they have handed it down to us,' he said simply. 'Towns affected include Forks, and Port Angeles,' he said whilst Ramona scribbled on the notepad furiously. 'And other small parts of the Olympic Peninsula.' The picture on the screen was now of blood smeared amongst leaves and scrub.
'And what exactly is happening there, Mr. Carter?' Kieran asked uncertainly.
'I'm getting to it; basically there have been a total of seventeen homicides in the past six months scattered around the Peninsula. No leads have been found yet. Our only evidence is the bodies, they are left with shattered bones and puncture marks, completely drained of blood,' he said frowning. 'The bodies have been found in numerous places, mostly in forests or alleyways,' he said, clicking another button. The next picture was a gruesome one; it was a human body in the forest, eyes rolled backwards and mouth lolling open, the six of us visibly cringed. 'Nothing has been left behind of the killers, no weapons, hair or footprints for that matter,' he said walking around the room. 'Local police suspect gang activity, and this is also suspicious as a trail of killings like these had occurred previously in 2007 in Seattle, this is why we want to get to the bottom of this,' he concluded sliding folders to us around the table. I picked mine up and leafed through, it had my name and details on the first page, and the rest was followed by the case in detailed description, long lists of names jumped out at me from the second page.
'Miss Devereux, Rose and Lafreniere,' he said speaking to Lillian, May and I, ' you are one of our most trusted and efficient field agents,' he announced, 'so we are stationing you three in Forks, were most of the... disturbances are,' he said. 'You will notice on the last page is the location of your accommodation, and a map of the town, we are also providing you with an off-road vehicle to patrol the forests.' I turned to the last page and there was indeed a street name, phone number and details of the 'off-road vehicle'.
'Ramona and Kieran I am stationing you two in Port Angeles, also on your last page is the place of your accommodation and also a map of the town,' he said, clicking off the projector.
'Do we get an off-road vehicle?' Ramona piped up. The four of us chuckled behind our folders while Mr. Carter shook his head.
'But Mr. Carter, what about these other parts of the Olympic Peninsula?' questioned Kieran who was leafing through his folder. 'Reinforcements will be sent there later as those areas are not a top priority,' he said, draining the last of his coffee. 'When are we leaving?' asked Lillian.
'I want you at Forks by Monday, six o'clock,' he said folding up his laptop. 'And we of course are sending you with a large arsenal of weapons, so meet here before you leave for Washington State to collect them,' he concluded, Ramona's face lighting up at the word 'weapons'.
'Dismissed,' said Mr. Carter, striding out of the room. We picked up our things and walked out of the door, heading into the employees lounge. 'Forks,' said Lillian. 'That's that town with rain almost every day isn't it?' she questioned.
'I think so, it'll be a nice change from New York, won't have to keep covering ourselves with scarves and gloves if you know what I mean,' I replied, imaging not having to take extra pieces of clothing with us to shield us from the sun.
'I guess, but we'd have to bring warmer clothes,' she said, 'to keep up appearances,' May whispered and grinned.
'Too right you are, May. I think a spot of shopping is in order,' I grinned.
The streets of New York City were full of shops; spending a few hours there we loaded the shopping bags into our cars, Lillian drove away in her red and white Mini Cooper, May in her white Audi and me in my silver Mercedes Coupe. The tinted windows were an advantage as sun was beginning to make its way out of the clouds and shone threateningly upon me. May, Lillian and I lived on opposite sides of New York City, which on some occasions proved difficult. We had lived together for several decades before we figured it was becoming much too conspicuous. Not many people our age would live in a high rise apartment, with three expensive cars. It caused much gossip in the early 1900's when there were three unmarried young women living together, in those times women were married much younger and you were considered a social outcast if you weren't.
I pulled into the car park of my apartment, took the keys out of the ignition, and stepped into the elevator. Punching the number for my level, it stopped when I was halfway up to be joined by a middle aged woman. She sidled her way into the far corner and got off at the next level.
When I entered my apartment I placed my keys on the hook and proceeded onto the couch, flicking on the television, settling myself in for a long night.