Creatures of the Night

Chapter One: Danger on the Horizon

Hello, everyone in the wonderful land of Fan Fiction. This is my first attempt at a Fan Fic so please R&R. Oh, and I own nothing. Well, except my water bottle. P

The atmosphere wasn't very appealing. The night was far too cold, too lonely, and far too dark. Clouds blocked the moon's lovely light as best as they could, and Linda couldn't see well. The street lights seemed to be flickering out. She could only feel, and that feeling was fear. The heavy air weighed down on her. It was suffocating. She walked quickly down the street. This involved walking past shops that were closed, food places that were no longer open. Everyone had left, they were in their homes. That was where Linda was trying to get to, yet her feet wouldn't move any faster. She was only a few blocks away. Linda cursed her car for being broken this day, and she cursed her boss for making her stay so late. Linda was afraid of the dark, she always had been, and she feared that she always would be. Fear, fear, fear. That was all she could do these days; being afraid was how she past the time.

Now Linda was walking around the corner. Her feet taking her down the street. She picked up her pace. She was almost there. She was almost in the safety of her own home. That was when Linda heard a noise in the alley beside her. Her head snapped up with curiousity. It's just a cat, she told herself, stop being so afraid, Linda, it's just a cat. Then she heard a growl from the alley. It was a quiet growl, but it was enough to tell her it was not a cat in the alley. Then there was another growl. It sounded like an animal, but it also sounded human. Linda's heart began to race, and she began to sweat. She couldn't move. She just stood at the alley's opening onto the street in fear. Then someone in the alley rose. Linda's heart skipped a beat, as she walked this man of the night walk towards her.

Suddenly, adrenaline stepped into hypergear. Linda dropped her bag, and began to run. She took off her two inch heeled shoes, and threw them aside. She ran and ran, even though her muscles, bones, and every fiber of her being screamed in protest. She gasped for breath, but she couldn't slow down. Someone, or something, was behind her. She could hear their footsteps, and they were surprisingly unrushed. The monster may have even been bored. Linda stole a glance beside her, and she was shocked to find that no one was behind her. No one was chasing her. Linda slowed down, and doubled over, her whole body aching for air, and rest. I am so ridiculous, Linda thought to herself, I probably just imagined that whole ordeal. I just lost my bag, and my shoes for nothing. Linda considered going back, then decided against it. There was nothing in that bag besides a twenty, and some make-up. It would be easily replaced. Her heels weren't expensive, so it would be okay. Then Linda noticed something.

"Hello, Mrs. Long," a chilling female voice said. Linda looked up to see the most beautiful girl in the world.

"Who-Who are you?" Linda asked, even though it was a silly question indeed.

"Why do you care?" The girl asked, her red irises shimmering under the moonlight. Linda was at a loss for words. She stuttered, and tried to walk backwards, until she tripped, and fell. Linda instead began to crawl, and the girl followed. "I take it my brother-in-law scared you? That would explain why you ran. I am confused though... why leave your bag behind? That was your only defense, and only self-preservation item. You don't have very many, as a human you do not think, so I'm so very curious as to why you left it behind? You could have also used it as a bargaining chip, you know. Bag for your life, and split. However,-"

"Leave me, or I'll scream," Linda threatened, her voice shaking. The girl's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What would be the point of that? No one would get here in time. I'm so hungry, too..." the girl trailed off as Linda stopped crawling backwards. The girl shivered once, and without any warning whatsoever, she bent down in the time it takes to blink, and ferociously bit Linda's neck. She never even had the chance to scream.

Suddenly, other faces flashed into view. The face of the man in the alley, his wife the girl's sister, the wife's friend, the wife's friend's husband, the friend's husband's little sister, and her husband. All clearly, and each image detailed.

"Alice..."

The faces were beautiful, yes. Yet villanous, and frightening, demanding, and sneaky, all these things in one.

"Alice..."

They were dangerous, they were exquisite, and they had lovely personalities on the outside. It was a mask, Alice could see that. They were evil. They killed for their needs, and sometimes for their own pleasure. They were-

"Alice!"

-Vampires.

Alice snapped back to reality with a sharp intake of breath. She realized everyone in the room was staring at her. Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward, and Bella. Bella's face was fearful. She'd been anticipating danger ever since she was changed six years ago. It was a constant thing, she always needed to be reassured that everything was going to be okay. Alice leaned against Jasper for support. He stood next to her protectively, and very alert.

"What did you see, Alice?" Carlisle asked, his calm tone masked his worry.

"Other vampires, they were in Port Angeles, I'm sure of it," Alice said, her eyes closed, and her head against Jasper's chest.

"Other vampires? Do they..." Bella gulped, always the nervous one.

Alice seriously considered assuring her they were vegitarion vampires, just to keep her sane. "Yes, they feed off humans."

"Why were they in Port Angeles? Where are they going?"

Alice pulled back her top lip over her teeth instinctively, "They were hungry."

"And where are they going, Alice?" Edward asked again.

Alice was silent for a moment. Then, she pulled away from Jasper's embrace, and answered.

"Sequim. They're coming here."

"Amelie? Êtes-vous venir?" Manon's voice called.

"Oui, dans une minute." Amelie responded, speaking the sisters' native tongue fluently, and perfectly.

Amelie carefully folded the letter, and put it away in the envelope. She wrote the address perfectly, and put on a stamp. She closed her eyes, mentally editing the letter to Jona Long.

Dear Mr. Jona Long,

My name is Sean Lohman. I am the one responsible for your wife's disappearance. Don't worry, it's not what you think. I am not holding her captive against her will. You see, Jona, it was her idea to get away in the first place. All those responsibilities to you, and your... not so wonderful children... let's just say it was too much on poor Linda. We are in Hawaii together, as we have been for what feels like beautiful years. I cherish every moment I spend with your wife because of how lovely she is. Very graceful, and might I add... flexible, yes? You don't have to worry, though. I'm taking wonderful care of her. Meals three times a day, the A/C on, and sun for fifteen minutes a day for Vitamin D exposure. My real question is at this point is this: Now that you know she is happy, safe, and healthy here with me... will you come to find her? If so, then why? Are you truly that selfish, Mr. Long? To kill her chances at a better life with your own wants, and needs? I would think that you would be less inflexible, Mr. Long, you are, after all, the monster that pushed her away, and into my own arms. I have so many questions for you, Mr. Long. So many questions I will most likely get to ask when you show up for Linda.

Until then...

Yours, John Long.