It was a cold night. I wrapped my coat around me, tighter. I wasn't really looking where I was going. I would rather be a hundred inside places than the streets of Seattle at the moment.
Recently there had been a spree of disappearances. The last few had been very close to where I lived. It was more than worrying now. My mother had forbidden me to walk the streets at night.
"Bree," she has said, "You silly, silly girl. Don't you know anything? The streets are mean. You'll be raped, murdered, abducted all in the blink of an eye."
That had seemed a lot sillier in a warm, bright apartment when you're being distracted by thoughts of a night on the town.
Wait – what was that? A flash of red….
Why, why had I gone out tonight? The lure of a false ID and a new nightclub had been too much for bad-girl Bree. Good-girl Bree was back now. She wanted hot milk. She was only 16. So was bad Bree, but she wouldn't admit it.
"Ok, Bree, you're imagining things. You are not being stalked by a red-head intent on murdering you."
That didn't help me at all. And, did I head soft footsteps crunching on the gravel?
I spun around and was faced with a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She had long, red hair and the palest skin I had ever, ever seen… even more pale than mine. Her eyes were dark red. I wondered if she had contacts or something wrong with her eyes.
"Hello. Can I help you?" I asked her politely.
I knew you weren't supposed to talk to strangers, but this alluring lady seemed so fragile. A gust of wind could probably knock her over.
"Yes… I'm in need of some help, actually."
She had the most beautiful voice. It was out of this world. I wanted to bottle it. It was more perfect than a choir of a thousand angels singing.
"Yes?" I asked her.
I wanted to hear that voice again. Badly. The lady blushed slightly. She looked embarrassed.
"Well… would you mind if I whispered it into your ear? It's quite silly of me, and my boyfriend is just over there."
She pointed at a man I hadn't noticed before. He was standing there, holding a bag. Must've belonged to Red-Head Perfect Lady.
"My name's Victoria," she said, with a warm smile.
I shook her hand and introduced myself.
"Bree," she said softly, leaning in to my neck. "Bree, you are about to do me a very large favour."
Then I only knew pain. My neck was on fire. I tried to scream, but Victoria clamped a hand over my mouth.
"Come, Riley," she said. "Put her in the bag."
A cord was wrapped around my mouth and I was shoved into the bag. The pain was unbearable. I screamed silently, tears running down my face. If only I knew what had happened to me.
You have to have read Eclipse, by Stephanie Meyer, for this to make the least bit of sense, but I mean, 67 of the population of the world have read these books. Practically. Anyway, if the name of the girl is wrong, let me know. I lost my copy of Eclipse and had to rely on a friend.
