Brains
After graduation, Edward disappeared. With him, he took Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, and Rosalie. Bella didn't know why they disappeared, or where they went.
She also didn't know why they left so suddenly.
She probably should've been prepared, or at least as prepared as one could possibly be in her position, when the wedding plans got nowhere. Not even Alice seemed to care about them anymore. Not even Alice. Maybe the next time a god presents himself in front of her, pledging his eternal love, she won't believe him. She shouldn't have believed the first one who came along.
After said disaster, unbeknown to Bella, a few "foreign exchange students" moved to Forks. These students had pale skin, red eyes, and unlimited beauty. They came from a large town in Italy, called Voltera.
A couple of days after these students arrived, a sophomore at Forks High was found in a ditch, at 3:00 AM , after having gone missing the night before. She had been completely drained of all blood, to the disbelief of the police force, and other detectives brought to the case.
The next night, 7 middle school students, 5 babies, 3 more high school students, and all of Bella's graduating class was brutally murdered, in the same manner. Bella was the only one spared.
The next night there were no murders, but Bella Swan went mysteriously missing, right under the nose of her own father, pride of the Forks Police Department. Before her presence was missed, she was on a private plane to Europe, screaming, due to the fire spreading through her veins.
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