Ohkay...so this is my first story fic evah on Fanfic. I'm so excited. Now, I'm going to give you a brief overview.
This first chapter might not look [or seem] like much. It's pretty short, less than 900 words. It's just an intro. Victoria is my character, so you won't recognize her. Just bear with me.
This is an A/U, post-Harry Potter fanfiction story. This happens present-day.
You all will have to see what happens; this is just a short intro, so again, just skim through and see what you think, and I promise it will pick up next chapter.
Sunset was coming quickly in the town of Salem, Massachusetts. It was early autumn already; most of the townspeople couldn't believe how quickly the summer had flown by. The Herb Festival in July was a bit hit, and business had been at an upturn, which was always good news.
The houses in quaint little Salem were built old-fashioned colonial-style, with slanted roofs that sort of gradually sloped down towards the ground. In the days of the American Revolution, these houses were made with this kind of roof so that the families inside, who lived on plots of land about a few acres each, could build on rooms behind their immediate structure, and just make the roof a little longer with each room. Uptown Salem was very nice; the suburbs were close-knit and well-kept, and autumn made their Victorian style housing look simply beautiful. Most of the wealthy patrons paid to have their old Victorian houses kept up by cleaning women, and paid into a pool to have the street swept, and overall the community was very nice and quiet.
Nothing like the dark past that Salem was famous for.
In the historic little town that was just thirty minutes away from Boston, most people knew most other people. For a small town, the roads were rather busy on a Friday, and especially today. It was the most unnatural phenomenon.
Victoria Roberts couldn't understand why it was so.
On the main city highway, I was driving away from the downtown area and the traffic was just getting thicker and thicker, like meat soup. You probably couldn't even fit people in between the cars. It was basically a perpetual stop-and-start process after I was no more than two or three miles out on the road. And I was nearing my exit.
Okay, the road was never this congested. Salem never had this many people in one place. I just wanted to get home.
Today was my mother and father's twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Josh would already be there.
Yes, I was supposed to be at their house in two hours. How the hell was I going to get out of this traffic mess, get home, shower and change in time?
The brownies. Don't forget the caramel-swirled macadamia fudge brownies my parents asked for.
So I honked. Come ON.
I glanced out of my window, frantically tapping my fingers on the steering wheel of my car. What's the deal?
I didn't see it until I cleared the top of the hill. Up ahead, there had been a collision just a few minutes ago. Already, cars were slowing as the road was bottlenecked into one lane by four policemen. Behind my big, black Jackie-O sunshades, I was rolling my eyes because obviously, they didn't realize that four lanes of Salem traffic on a Friday, no less, couldn't be choked into one lane. It just was not possible.
Maybe I'll be home in time for next year's anniversary, I sighed begrudgingly.
And look at what they'd done to the wreck scene! There they were, just pulling up in cars with their sirens wailing. Instead of trying to take up as few lanes as possible, they blazed right in and stopped up traffic. They hadn't even begun to try to clear up the wreck.
Not even the blood spattered all over the road.
One of the cars had been rear ended, a blue Volvo that was practically trashed from the impact. It was a little bit gut-wrenching to see the way the front of the car had been crushed like a can from the way that it had slammed into the median, practically cleaving the middle of the car apart. The hood was bent up, the car totaled, and the fender was laying a little ways away from the actual collision. The other car, a beige four-passenger car, wasn't very badly damaged.
I tipped my sunglasses up so they rested on my forehead. I looked out at the scene, sick to my stomach as my car crawled slowly by. A cop walked up, waving his hands at my window, like he was trying to make me look away. I stared at him, a little bit drowsy because the sight of blood…so much blood…it usually made me sick. I forced myself to look away, settling back into my seat. God, my blood was pumping and my stomach was churning.
Just when the traffic started to loosen up, I looked back. Just like Lot's wife.
Then I saw a dark figure slumped forward in the front seat, on the passenger side, and its neck was bent at a really awkward angle. Her ponytail stuck up. I could imagine it was probably matted with blood. The driver…I didn't think he'd made it either. The car had collapsed in on itself, and the whole left side of the car was smashed back into itself. The windshield was cracked. My God, there was blood on the glass—
And I felt really, really sick to my stomach.
