Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

1

Police chief Jason Aura, a middle age man in his thirties, drank in the smell of the black coffee. He set it down on the scratched secretaries desk, the ring puddle beneath the mug growing larger in collection. He paused for a second and made his way out of the office. He passed several criminals in the temporary cells, glaring at him as he lazily walked by.

Officer Parkinson, a cheerful and bright cop new on the job, smiled from the front desk. He was certainly different from all the middle aged cops who were bored from the same old stuff every day; theft and vandalism. He was new and fresh, excited. Aura sighed. Parkinson was soon to become one of the "normals" in just a few months.

Parkinson saluted Aura. "Good evening Aura. How are you, sir?"

Aura waved his hand and it fell limply to his side almost immediately. "Fine. You?"

"Great! Loving life." His tone got more serious afterwards. "But we do have a complaint from a Kevin Briggs."

"Complaint?" This was certainly new.

"Yeah. I mean - yes sir. Farmer Briggs came out this morning in his cattle pasture and found seven cows dead."

"What makes him think this was a crime?"

"They had…marks all over them."

"Marks?"

"Almost like teeth marks."

"Teeth?" Aura dropped the folded up Forks Times from his hand and it fell to the ground. Only a soft tap was heard but the criminal from the closest cell gave out a hiss.

Aura pointed at the convict. "You, shut your trap. And take off that damn hoodie." He now faced Parkinson again. "Teeth marks, huh? You think some of the kids are biting cattle for fun? The teenagers these days…"

Parkinson gave another one of his wide toothy grins, green eyes flashing. "I highly doubt it sir." He gave another salute and Aura made his way out.

Aura took one of the better police cars and drove on the Forks main highway for an hour straight. Once in a while another car passed, the ever flowing green pines swishing by as the cop pressed on the gas. If he was late for dinner his wife would beat him to a pulp. It was too bad that farmer Briggs farm was way out of Forks, almost a mile from the base of the Olympic mountains.

Aura settled his coffee down in the cup holder and turned onto Park Drive. His car rumbled down the driveway and after a minute for two he was walking down a rocky trail to the humble red farm in the distance. He approached it and stared for a while at it's rough look. The paint was peeling from the two story farmhouse and the windows lay in ruins. A shiver ran down Aura's back as the daunting house, the gables for the eyes, stared back at him.

He pulled open what was left of the barbed wire fence and walked around in the yard, avoiding the fluttering chickens. A mutt barked from the window next to the front door of the farm house and Aura thought he saw a face peer through the curtains.

"Well hello police chief." A mangy voice echoed in Aura's ear. He jumped and found himself face to face with an older farmer in scruffy overalls, smiling with his many gold teeth.

Aura forced a smile. "Hello there, farmer Briggs. How's the farm been?" He gestured towards the clearing surrounded by the very tall pine trees and moss.

Farmer Briggs shook his head. "Horrible. My cows died this morning."

"I heard. Now about that…"

Meanwhile two teenagers were in the forest nearby, filming the birds hop along the branches for their project.

Matt chuckled, zooming into a blue jay eating a worm on the ground, "David! Bird!"

David, a few feet away, grumbled, "Yeah. Boring. Why the hell do we have to do this project anyway?"

Matt was enjoying himself immensely, leaning closer to the bird. "What? I like this project. I've always been a bird fanatic."

David whipped his hoodie over his head and gave Matt a stare. "Dude. You like this?"

Matt adjusted his glasses. He was always the "nerd" in class, the one that liked things the jocks didn't. It bothered him when he was paired to the playboy football player David Smithers but when he actually started taking the footage of the birds, he forgot about him almost immediately.

"Yeah I like it. How about you?"

David stared at Matt like he was crazy. "Are you nuts? I rather be hanging with my girl and homies…maybe doing a few touchdowns with the football…I dunno."

Matt just readjusted his glasses and took more footage of the blue jay, now hopping away.

David stood there awkwardly and finally said, "I'm gonna go take a piss. Be back."

Matt didn't seem to hear him as he caught sight of another bird. This time it was a cardinal. "Oh pretty!" he exclaimed, pleased at himself, and fixed the camera on it.

When he was done, Matt finally put the camera equipment back in it's bag. Footsteps approached and Matt swung around towards it. "David, is that you?"

At first Matt saw a dark shadow jump over the gnarly roots of the pine trees and swing wildly from side to side. Matt sucked in a deep breath. Then, David jumped out of the pines, chest heaving, and sank to his knees straight away. His face was contorted in a rigid sort of pain and his hands shook violently.

Matt instantly rushed to him. "David, are you ok?"

David managed to utter, "Get..the equipment! Now! We – have to – to go – go now!"

As quickly as he came, David ran back in the forest. Matt yelled, "Wait!" and chased after him, dragging the camera bag on the ground.

For one minute, the boys wandered the forest, Matt crying out the occasional, "Where are we going?!?" but David didn't answer. He just kept going. It was cryptic and Matt had no idea what to think of this. He just followed.

David stopped and stood, gaping off to the right. Matt huffed a deep breath and came up beside him. "David –

David took the camera out of the black bag and held it on his shoulder, pressing the 'on' button. His eyes were now fixed on a point in the forest, his breaths coming out like rags. He put his finger to his mouth, motioning for Matt to be quiet. Matt followed his gaze. At first he saw nothing. Then he spotted something moving in a grassy clearing no more than five yards away.

"What the-

Matt gave a gasp, David beside him intently filming the object.

There was somebody, crouched next to a dead brown deer, it's mouth to the deer's limp neck. Matt let out a quiet cry. David continued to film, his raging eyes scared. The figure was an adult. Matt didn't know who but he observed the neat iron pressed collar and the khaki trousers. It was obviously a man. The man's head was filled with tidy white blonde hair and a chain hung around his neck.

Matt didn't know what to do. The man just had his mouth the deer's neck so Matt had no clue what he was doing either. For what seemed like an eternity, the man raised his head up. His mouth was stained a deep red color and Matt saw the deep puncture wounds on the deer's neck clearly. The man had been drinking the deer's blood.

Matt gripped a tree branch to steady himself. He was starting to feel nauseous. David choked on his tongue for a second.

The blonde man's head was now facing toward them, though he didn't see the two teenagers. His face was now recognizable.

David was the first to figure out who it was. He dropped his eyes from the camera screen and just stared into space.

Matt was the second to see who it was. He sucked in loudly as he realized. He felt like falling to the ground now.

The person drinking the deer's blood was a doctor who worked at a nearby hospital. Rumors had swirled around him and his family since they moved to Forks last summer. And now they had caught the doctor doing something they both would never have guessed in a million years.

The teenagers gawked. It was Carlisle Cullen.