AQUA543: Hi everybody:) new story here in the works. So my other story, "Even in Death" was, i think, one of my first good story that people like:) I'm kinda nervous for this second story cause it's different from "Even in Death" and well...I'm just nervous. :) Anyway, I've decided that Even in Death is going to have a sequel that I'm also working on, I got the first two chapters down, I just wanna get a few more down so I can post it up for you guys faster. I'm also working on "Lose Control" and I hope that insipration will hit me soon cuz I wanna continue it and get it out of my hair as quickly as possible. But until then Enjoy this story and please let me know how it goes:3 Thank you.

One thing that I want to mention about this story. It takes place after Breaking Dawn, but there is a few changes to it. Ok, so Jacob doesn't imprint on Renesmee, that's the first thing cause I think it's weird that he imprints on Bella's baby...Sorry, I'm just not a fan of that:) It takes place two years after Renesmee's birth, so I'm gonna say that she's...8?

Summery: Two years after Breaking Dawn and everything seems to be going smoothly around the calm town of Forks. There have been no disturbances from the vampire world of the Cullens or from the Quileute tribe. On the eight anniversary of Bella and Edward's wedding, things start to drastically change. Some of the wolves go missing, murders are happening in broad daylight, and one of the wolf pack's member is slowly changing back into a human. Jacob Black has taken it upon himself to go find what mysterious force is causing these changes, the killings, and the missing members, but he can't help but ask himself: Whose next? Or better yet, whose doing this?

Like the summery? Yes or no? PLEASE TELL ME!

Here's a poem if it'll help you change your mind:3

So if you think you have a soul
Stop and think again

But your brain controls your thoughts
And in self preservation
Will formulate the conclusion
"I am an individual
I have a soul
I control me"

But the brain knows the truths
As much as the lies
For we are all slaves
Slaves of our minds

Mind Control by Jessamyn Wilson

The trees are quiet. The scenery was quiet. Everything was peaceful tonight in the woods of Forks. It's been weeks since the rainfall came over Washington and leaving record making rainfall that the people have ever seen. There were no floods, no one was hurt, everything turned out just fine. The trees became more greener, the flower's seemed to blossom a bit bigger and the animals seemed a bit more happier.

Tonight. There was a heavy downpour that meteorologists predicted, but now all traces of rain have disappeared. The streets were a bit drier, the puddles have evaporated to return to where they once came.

Tonight. The sound of crickets seemed to intensify that regular. Animals became more active, running through the woods, crossing the roads with caution and grazing on the grass with ease at mind.

Tonight. All the humans are asleep at ease. Some mingling with each other around the television discussing memories or chores that done the next day. Some discuss of whether leaving their home and back on the stores so they can have some oxygen or catch a glimpse of the sun since the promise of a clear day is scheduled for tomorrow by the weather channel.

Even though it was peaceful for now. Something sinister was lurking in the woods. It stalked the woods. It breathed heavily, waiting for something to come its way. It smiled to itself.

A screech was then echoed throughout the entire area. The loud, noise drowned out everything that was close to it. Animals began to panic and fled from their peaceful mind. They scattered across the woods in fear that something was going to pounce on them.

Humans muted the television and went outside their doors to see what was happening, if this was a new alarm that the town has put to warn them of an emergency they said they would change. Some looked through their windows to see if there was anything wrong, if someone was in danger or if a terrorist had entered their town. But they saw no one, they didn't see the police come through, the news didn't show anything about a problem in those few minutes.

The screeching soon stopped, but the forest wasn't as quiet as it was before. Small animals began to run for cover, birds cry out in the night flying through the sky. Deers ran through the street, not even looking if there were cars coming through the empty street that lead into the city. A herd of them ran through all at the same time while one was behind trying to keep up.

It was after the small animal. Chasing right behind it, the small animal whimpered and ran faster, screaming as It scratched the deers hind legs eventually making it fall down to the ground. It was over the defenseless animal, touching its neck, its head, seemed to be examining it more than about to devour it's prey.

It grabbed the animal and lifted it off the ground and made it turn its face to his and said to it, "Run." It released the small animal and it ran for its life away from the stranger. It ran as fast as it could, swiftly through the forest, crashing into trees, but it didn't stop, even if it fell it kept on going. The animal saw an opening that lead to the other side of the woods. To where it's family was. Where it could be safe from harm.

It dashed faster, and faster and soon passed into the opening on the street but was hit. The vehicle slowed to a stop as it ran over the small animal under its wheels. The driver sat there and saw the blood on his windshield. He opened the door and stepped out into the cold air, his feet touched the bloody concrete and looked in front of him then to his sides before settling on the path of blood.

He walked towards the back of the car and saw the animal's lifeless body on the ground. He frowned as he saw the tire marks on the animal's torso. "Shit. He murmured as he put his hand on the car and grimace. He noticed something on the back legs of the small animal and approached it cautiously. He leaned down and saw scratch marks on its skin, it was too small for a mountain lion that roamed through these woods.

He heard something run through the woods and stood up. He was on high alert, waiting for something to come through, or someone to come through. He slowly walked back to his car, examining the woods and waited for something to come out or to make the same sound.

He was back inside and started the car again. He drove off from the site of the dead animal and was heading back to his designated area. La Push.

Let me know what you think please :s