Child of the Moon
Prologue
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A furious tempest had been loosed from its chains.
Wind tore through the town, dangerously swaying the tress and pummeling anything in its path. Rain poured, sounding like an endless herd of wild horses. Thunder roared and bright flashes of lightning streaked across the sky. It had been a while since the weather in Forks had been this terrible. If prompted, many townspeople could remember a night about three years ago when thunder exploded across the sky and the winds howled like the tortured souls of Hell. It actually hurt to be outside longer than a few minutes because the icy rain torpedoed the town.
The local fisherman concocted the superstition that the storm was a bad omen. Thunderstorms on a Saturday supposedly signified disaster to come. This anecdote was often recounted to tourists who 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed, captivated by another mote of Forks' provincial charm. Most people did not believe in the omen - or omens, in general - but the memory of those ominously dark clouds rolling in had some wavering in their disbelief. However, when several months passed by and no terrible disaster had befallen the town, those who wavered before became further cemented in disbelief.
The Cullen house was moderately lit despite the hour and the storm. Candles covered many of its surfaces to make up for the lack of power, illuminating the rooms with a soft amber glow. Sheets of rain pelted the windows and even though it was like peering into a rippling pool, It could still recognize figures throughout the living room. Hidden amongst the darkness of the trees, It watched. Its inky black fur blended with the surrounding darkness, making It appear like a pair of disembodied eyes.
It remembered crouching in this exact same spot three years ago, glaring up into the same living room window. It had only needed to pinpoint their location then. This time, however, It would be doing more than watching. It would crumble the Cullens to dust like statues. Starting with the seer, It would cripple them and leave them blind to the rest of their demise. The mind reader was next. Or, he could be first, depending on who crossed It first. A low growl rumbled up from Its chest, drowning in the thunder overhead. Its glowing red eyes began fading as It retreated into the murk of the forest. Above, the clouds parted for a moment to reveal the moon, bright and full, before it was swallowed up by the dark clouds.
