A/N: Don't own Twilight. This story shall be uploaded every Sunday. Seeing that I live some where, where you probably don't it maybe a bit messed up.

Edward's POV

Alice went still besides Jasper. My relief at Emmett's non-lusty thoughts was short lived. I saw behind my own eyes the vision that unfurled in front of Alice's.

Black ash covered the ground. Rising from the depths of the grey smoke was the frame of a mansion. Burned and charred only a shadow of its original beauty. A bright string of yellow tape wrapped around the burn sight. Like a huge yellow snake eager to crush the life out of the house given the chance. The loud whirring of police cars surrounding the tape grew louder with the approach of more police cars. They parked and out tumbled more and more officers. In the middle of the sea of uniformed cops I could see Carlisle getting out of his sleek black car. I could see the rest of the family file out behind him. He paused for a bit, sniffing the air. Then a word formed on his lips and when he breathed it out I knew there was no way he could be wrong. "Vampires."

Reality came smashing back around me at the same time Alice came falling back too. Her eyes flashed to mine and quietly in the privacy of her own mind she asked me: Should we not tell them and let them figure it out on their own when we get there? I agreed with a slight tip of my head.

She then looked at Carlisle. "Get your work phone out." She whispered. "And we're coming with you."

Carlisle looked bemused. "What? Why do I hav-." He was cut off by the deathly sound of his work phone ringing.

Carlisle's POV

I picked up my work phone out of my pocket which was snugly lying next to my personal cell phone. It continued it's normally cheery turned danger-signaling ringing and vibrating. It read on the screen: Jones.

Jones was the head of the department that I worked in. He never called me, no; it was usually a lower ranking official. Whatever he was calling about must have been important.

I flung my phone open and slowly raised it to my ear. "Hello?" I breathed into the phone.

Jones' gruff voice answered. "Cullen we need you to come down here right now." He said. This confused me. They usually told me what was happening without me asking. But I would soon learn that this was unlike any case I had dueled with in my undead life.

"What happened?" I asked almost scared of what Jones would answer with.

"There has been a fire a terrible fire. I need you to come down to the scene at once!" Jones said he was clearly loosing his hold on his sanity. Damn it must have been really bad.

"What? Where?" I questioned quickly before he could lose the rest of his marbles. I knew that my whole family could hear very clearly our conversation and so all of their gazes were fixed on either my phone or I.

"At the Chief of Police's house." What the hell?! I could hear the intake of breath from some of my family.

"The Chief of Police?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes, The Chief of Police." He answered gravely. "Swan, Charlie Swan."

A/N: Cliff hanger! I was going to stop it here!

Carlisle's POV

I slowly hung up the phone with the shock still on my face. The Chief of Police. Wow. He and his wife was a nice couple even if Renee his wife didn't get out much.

"Esme, children" I began.

"Yes we will come with you dear." My Esme said a slight smile brushing her lips. "Just like Alice said we will be there for you, always." I smiled at her and took her hands into mine.

"We can all fit in your car, Carlisle." Edward said, standing up along with the rest of the family.

I nodded and we began walking out to my car. After we had all filled it I looked up to Alice.

"Too late?" I asked her.

"Too late." She agreed.

Edward's POV

When we got there it was just like the vision. Every thing completely and utterly ruined.

Carlisle got out of the car first and was the first to acknowledge a very important thing.

"Vampires." He said. Yup, he was defiantly right. The smell of them was unmistakable. It was every where, around the trees on the house; every where except on the yellow tape.

A man that must have been Jones came up to Carlisle. "Hello Cullen and family." He said eyeing us slowly.

"Sorry, I would not have brought them but we were already on the road when you called." Carlisle lied smoothly.

"Well I don't care what's really important now is that I need you to find the cause of death. So fare the other crime doctors have come up with some ideas but I would like to see what you say first before we assume any thing." Jones' mouth said one thing while his mind said something different.

Fourteen people have looked at the bodies and yet not one of them can figure out the cause of death.

I repeated his word too low and too quick for any human to hear so that Carlisle and the family would know what was truly going on. I could see Carlisle out of the corner of my eye nod.

"Shall I take a look then?" Carlisle asked.

Jones nodded the turned to look at the rest of us. "Um… they can just wait in the car." He said.

Carlisle stepped closer to the man. "No they won't." He said in a soft and alluring voice. "You're going to let them come with me and not do anything to stop us." He told the man. I could tell from Jasper's thoughts that he was compelling the man to agree.

After a bit Jones nodded. "All go." He muttered "No car waiting… trying to stop… go ahead." He mumbled.

Carlisle smiled a most charming and inhuman smile ever and brushed past Jones with the rest of the family in toe. We walked for a bit threading through the cops; skirting around cars at time. Slowly, we mad it over to a group of cops and crime drs. Here and there people nodded to Carlisle and almost everywhere people stopped to gawk at the family and me.

When we finally came to a stop the smell of vampire had increased. Two bodies were on the ground. Burned and charred beyond recognition.

"This is Charlie Swan." A officer next to Rose said. Pointing to the corpse that was the most burned. Some bones were burned too. "And this is Renee Swan." He said pointing to the other one. Mrs. Swan's corpse was also broken but the difference was that the smell of gasoline was stronger on her but make no mistake there was gasoline on both bodies.

Carlisle's brain began to tick away furiously.

Broken bones. Meaning hurt before death. Gasoline so hmmm that means intentionally set flames. That could only mean one thing.

"Murder." He whispered. "Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Swan were murdered."

A/N: Cliff hanger!! Who murdered the Swans and why?

Smiles and Fangs,

Not Dead Yet!