Chapter two: new house

We finally pull up outside of our new house. It stood at the least three stories high and had old stone bricks.

We had travelled in two cars and two vans between us. Me, Edward, Alice and jasper were in the first car to arrive. I think Alice had planned it that way. She probably wanted the biggest room again. We all jumped out of the car. Edward handed me the keys as he and jasper went to the trunk to get Alice's left over boxes. She couldn't fit them all in the van as well as mine and Edward boxes. Ironically we had the bigger van. I found it quite amusing she couldn't fit it all into the van.

Alice and I linked arms and ran up the stone porch to the door. The door was beautifully hand carved wood. But I got the odd sense something was wrong.

What troubled me is I could sense that the wood had been moved recently. Its soft woody smell was mixing in the air.

I could also smell: blood. Human blood. How could there be blood.

I turned to look at Alice she could sense it too. She looked at me with painful eyes.

"Jazz. Edward. Come here." She called.

"Allie. If you want this stuff in our room before nightfall we need to get it out." Jasper moaned. That was unlike him but I know he hated moving. He hated having meet and get used to a whole new set of people emotions.

"Jazz. Here now we can smell blo…" before Alice had even finished speaking the men were at our sides. Edward took my hand in his, squeezing it lightly. Jazz looked apologetically at Alice before taking her hand and turning towards the door.

I slowly raised the key. If I were still human my hand would have been shaking with terror.

Gently I pushed open the door, it swung back with an audible creak stirring up more dust motes. The smell of blood hit me like a tidal wave. There was a shady figure on the floor. A light breeze rattled through a window, suddenly making the room cold. If I were human goose bumps would instantly have arose from my skin. I gripped on to Edward's hand tighter out of a lingering human habit.

Edward pressed the lights from the side of the door. We didn't need the light to see the figure of a man lying dead on the floor. Blood was pouring out of his neck, creating scarlet red rivers along the floor.

Slowly I crept forward to peer at the face of the man.

It was…

No it can't be…

Michael.

A/N merry Christmas and happy new year everyone! I know you guys have been waiting forever it seems for me to update this story but I just haven't had the motive or the time to do it. For that I am really sorry. Thank you all for sticking with me even through my random updates. Have a great New Year bye for now hopefully not as long this time.