I know, I know, I really shouldn't be starting a new story when I have so many others I should be working on, but I couldn't resist. This one is inspired by the song "Lost Boy" by Ruth B. You can find it on Youtube, and it's phenomenal. Obviously the characters are not mine, they belong to Stephanie Meyer, I just came up with the plot. I hope you all enjoy, and I promise I'm working on my other stories.
New York City, 1913
The carnage of the scene had Officer Kennedy on the verge of losing his dinner. Limbs were torn and thrown about the room, blood was everywhere, in some areas it was splattered, in others it was in the shape of hands desperate to get away from the violent attackers. There was no question about it; Charlie and Renee Swan had been horrifically and brutally murdered. What added to the mystery, however, was what had happened to their five-year-old daughter, Isabella.
There was no body and no evidence to suggest that the little girl had been killed, at least not in her home as her parents had. The best hope for Officer Kennedy and his men was that she'd somehow escaped in the hysteria of the attack and was wandering the city somewhere. He only hoped that they'd find her before someone else did.