I suck for not finishing stories and just creating new ones….sue me. This idea has been plaguing me for a minute and I think I need to go back to a style I am more comfortable with. So enjoy. This story is all human with dark and supernatural references.
All recognizable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Prologue: Murder Served on a Fork
They say the Northwest is the best place to hide a body; with its vast mountains and rivers and ocean, but tonight, death refuses to hide.
A body of a young woman lays in her bedroom, her lifeless eyes closed as if she was in a deep peaceful sleep wrapped comfortably in her blankets. Slowly, her body grows cold; her blood soaks through her sheets and begins to grow sticky on her stab wounds.
Angela Weber lay there to rot as her killer made their escape quietly, locking the door behind them with casualty. Footsteps walked through the front door, stopping only to look around surveying if any nosey neighbors looked on. A smile crept on the monster's face; the perfect time to kill in this small neighborhood, almost everyone that they could think of was at work.
Her boyfriend Ben, to his horror, would discover her hours later he called 911 screaming on the top of his lungs the bloody mess underneath the blankets. From then on the search was on, who killed Angela and why?
I really wanted to do this okay.