The couple joyously walked, hand in hand. The woman tugged the man's hand. The man laughed in return, following. It was night, and they were lost-but they didn't care. It was their aniversary-nothing mattered to them right now except each other. Finally they didn't have to worry about their eighteen year old daughter who was at home, probably with her boyfriend. They didn't have a care in the world-they felt young, alive. A man dressed in a long coat appeared from the darkness. "May we help you?" The husband asked politely. The man responded by disapearing. Turning around, the couple tried to find him, to no avail. Suddenly, the woman collapsed, screaming. The husband, as the kind man he is, leaned down to see what was wrong. There was a gash of blood on his wife's hand-a lot like a big paper cut. "It's nothing," her husband soothed. "It's just a cut." "IT BURNS!" She screamed. "It's okay!" Her partner said, obviously frightened. Then he felt something slice into his back. Screaming, he fell to the ground. He twitched, trying to put out the fire on his back-but no matter how much he turned, there was no fire. Confused, he glanced around, trying to stop thinking about the pain. The man was back, under the shadow of the tree. He couldn't see the man's face. The mysterious man stepped forward and twisted the husband's head around, breaking the neck.

He died instantly.

The wife was wailing too much to notice that her husband was dead, but it didn't matter-soon, she would be joining him.

The mysterious man walked to her, the wife not noticing that someone had noticed her, let alone that that someone was going to kill her.

In less than a millisecond, she was dead, passed on to where her husband was.

The mysterious man sat down next to the corpses, studying them, When he couldn't hold back any longer, he opened his mouth and devoured every drop of their delicious crimson.

October barged into Vlad's house, looking for Vlad. "Vlad!"

Vlad, who was on the couch eating a pocky stick, looked at her. "Hi October," he said, his mouth full of the chocolate covered sticks. "What's up?" "THIS is what's up, Vlad!" October shoved her phone into his face. Vlad took it and looked at the screen. "Press play," October instructed. Vlad complied. It was a recording of some sort.

"What do you want, officer Thompson?"

Vlad's eyes widened at the name.

"I have important information that you need to know, Ms...uh..."

"October."

"Right, October. We-I am very sorry to inform that your parents were found murdered last night."

Vlad's eyes got even wider.

"W-what?"

"Your parents were found near Forks, Washington, dead. Their blood was completely drained, and there were teeth marks on their corpses."

Now his eyes were popping out of his sockets.

"...That's not possible! They promised they would stay with me forever! Don't lie to me!"

"I understand that this may be hard for you, but please be reaso-"

"GET OUT! MY PARENTS AREN'T DEAD, YOU STUPID LIAR! GET OUT!"

The tape ended. Vlad stared, stunned. "So..." He said weakly. October had tears in her eyes. "They're dead. Snow already knows." "What did you show me this for?" Vlad asked. October smiled wickedly.

"We're going to Forks, of course!"

"...But why?"

October stared at him like he was stupid. "Didn't you hear? My parents didn't just die. They were murdered. Murdered! We're going to find the murderer and make him pay."

"But..." Vlad protested weakly. "Joss and Henry are coming-and so is Snow."

The mention of Snow made the decision for him.

"All right, all right, I'm going!"