People of the world! This is a new story, and sequel to one of my favorite stories ever written, Slave, called Imprisonment. I am very excited to start writing this because I felt that Slave was just the beginning of more that could happen. Anyway, this is the synopsis of this story and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as Slave :)

Who knew that one mistake could make a catastrophic events of murders, bloodshed, and mind control? Certainly not in Forks. Yet, with events there are always consequences. Six months after the murderous deaths of countless townspeople caused by an unknown force had sent Forks into a state of terror for a few months. There is a new mayor in town that gives the people a calming effect that everything will be alright, even after the murderous attacks on the innocent. He has it all: Loyal, intelligent, good looking, strong family man, and a Christian man who believes everything in his faith without judgement. What happens if his beliefs go a bit deeper into the supernatural and is able to link the deaths with something involving legends, myths, and fairy tale stories, taking matters into his own hands, threatening the lives of the Cullen and Quileute clans.

Anyway :) we are going to begin now! I hope you enjoy!

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Deeper and bolder truths be careful, my friends, of avowing;
For as soon as ye do all the world on ye will fall.

Friedrich Schiller

He remembered the first time walking into his new office, taking in the victory of finally become something that both his mother and father dreamed of him being when he was a young child. He was their proud boy, graduate from the University of Washington, completing his Doctrate's degree just shy of his twenty fifth birthday, got his first job as an intern for the Secretary of Defense in D.C., keeping his faith to his heart, and married to a beautiful woman who he has had two boys, Justin, 16, and Tyler, 14.

Yes, this man who stands there at just the age of forty three was one of the youngest people to run for mayor of the little town he grew up in and took the position that kept gave his family a sense of accomplishment. He never thought that this would be him today. He never thought that he would be here that countless other hopefuls wished to take. He took a few more steps closer to his new desk.

He place his hand on the shiny mahogany desk that used to belong the former mayor before him. He sets down his things on top of the desk and begins taking out his personal belongings, pictures, decor, a lamp, and countless other things that were in his old office in Seattle. When he was done placing everything where they needed to be, he sat down in his chair and looked around his empty office.

A small smile came upon his face as he took in all this pride and joy. His wife was overjoyed, finally moving to a town that didn't have an traffic and was peaceful in it's own way. The boys didn't really care, they've lived here before when they were in elementary school and knew half of the people here.

He looked at one of the pictures that were set on his desk. It was of his wife and two sons, including him, in a family portrait. He smiled as he stared at his wife's overjoyed face. He was still entranced by her beauty just as much when they were in college. Her dark hair and green eyes made her stand out along with her colorful personality to match.

She was hugging him and her two sons, who decided to make funny faces that even made him laugh to this day. This was taken when they were in their pre-teens, Justin was the blonde one on his mother's side with white skin and stuck out his tongue while Tyler was brunette with a mushroom cut and had braces at the time, opening his mouth as if he was dying of laughter. He then saw himself standing there, giving his wife a kiss on the cheek that made him smile.

He put the photo back on his desk and realized he forgot something. He went back to his box, taking out a rosary and a crucifix. He put the crucifix over his door and the rosary inside his drawer. He thanked God every single day for bringing him such happiness and a perfect family, protecting them from the evils of the world.

Yet he felt that something was wrong ever since he heard the tragic news that his youngest cousin, Diana, had been brutally murdered and her body was found in the woods the same day of her disappearance. He remembered the phone call he received from his sister-in-law, crying frantically about her star and angel. He knew what she really was however. If he were to say that she deserved her death then he would seem as a suspect in the case and the fact that her killer has never been found bothered him even more.

There were no stab wounds on her body. Only scratches that were made by the trees when she was running away from the killer. He imagined her death in his mind countless times and who in the world could have done it. A normal human would've strangled her, stabbed her, or maybe even beat her until she stopped moving. Yet, there were none of those things on her body.

He walked to the window and looked through the blinds. He saw the cloudy day that he was so accustomed to as a child. He remembered his father telling him stories about his family's past. The roots and ancestors, their careers that made them one of the most powerful families in the sixteen hundreds. He smirked, shaking his head, taking a stroll down memory lane with his beliefs.

He has an idea what killed Diana and the rest of those victims. Matter of fact, he knew what killed them. He sat back down in his chair, rolled it up, picked up his phone, dialing for the police station. He wanted to bring those families closure to the murderers.

"Hello?" A husky voice came on, none other than the new chief of police, Charlie Swan.

"Yes, Chief Swan, I want to re-open the cases of the 'Dead Seven.'" He said bluntly.

Charlie didn't respond immediately. He stuttered a bit but finally got ahold of himself before he continued saying, "Alright Mr. Jansen," He said politely. The sound of papers ruffling through the phone could be heard and closing of cabinets. "What would you want to do first?"

Mr. Jansen smirked, "I want you to obtain a search warrent for the Cullen household, please."

Charlie didn't respond.

"Is there a problem?" He asked concerned.

"No, it's just," He waited a few seconds before he finished, "That's my daughter's husband's family."

Mr. Jansen frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that Chief Swan but I have beliefs that the Cullens were somehow responsible for the death of my niece and the rest of the innocent men and women, killed a few months back."

"Sir," Charlie interrupted with respect, "I need evidence in order to issue a warrant. I'm sorry but it's the law," He said, "Sir," He then added.

Mr. Jansen frowned. "Alright," He stroked his chin at this problem. Trying to think of other ways that he could open up the case and find evidence on who killed the townspeople. He promised the citizens. He was voted for that reason. To bring justice to those who are gone. "Charlie, can you do me another favor?"

"What is it sir?"

He smiled, "I want you to go to La Push and ask them questions about the body. They were the first ones to find it, after all." He smirked, looking at his wedding band, playing with it. "That will be all." He hung up the phone and continued playing with his wedding ring.