Chapter 1: The Beginning
EPOV
I had moved to Forks again. This place was tiny, but I had no objections to this place. I had lived here nearly seventy years ago. But I had no idea that this place had a haunted house. It wasn't here when my family lived here. Maybe I could look around the house. I was hunting when I came into the clearing.
I approached the house. Part of it was falling in. On the door, an old plaque hung. It said:
In memory of Isabella Swan and Chief Charlie Swan.
On September 13,1959, Isabella Swan and her father were brutally murdered by a serial killer. Charlie Swan couldn't protect her and himself. This plaque is to show respect for the town's greatest Police Chief and his eighteen year old daughter.
Today was the 13th. The date of death. I wonder if they are ghosts in this house. There are vampires here. I would love to pull a prank on Emmett. Just to get him for playing that stupid prank on me. This would be good. I ran home to see if Emmett was up to it.
Emmett was lounging on the couch watching TV. He looked absolutely bored. Perfect.
"Hey, Emmett? There is an haunted house here in town. Want to go check it out?" I asked
Emmett looked at me. "It better not be the cheap special effects."
"Nope. It all real. A real ghost or real ghosts, I should say. They were brutally murdered on this date about fifty years ago. The house it falling apart." I responded. This was going to be good.
"Sure, let's go tonight. You're serious about this?" Emmett asked.
"Very serious. I think we are going to see some ghosts tonight. There are vampires. Why not ghosts?" I said in a joking tone.
Later, at about 11:30, we set out towards the Swan house. Emmett, being an idiot, had brought some stuff to capture the ghosts. Why was he so immature?
We arrived at the house. In the dark, the house looked eerie and the shattered remains of the house made me feel as if something was going to reach out and grab me. Not a good feeling. Oddly, the part of the house that was falling apart looked like someone was thrown in the wall and roof with enough force to shatter it.
Whoa. This looks like a haunted house that even I wouldn't want to go into.
"Are you chickening out? Who knew that the strongest vampire was scared to got in the haunted house?" I teased him. He grimaced and started toward the house.
He read the plaque with interest. Huh, I thought you were lying. I shook my head and opened the door. It took some time and there was board on the inside. After removing the board, we moved into the house. The inside wasn't empty. In fact, the furniture wasn't even covered. Things were left like they were when they died.
I went into the kitchen and saw that there was a gun sitting there. Apparently they weren't down stairs when the death happened. A book was on the table. I picked up the book. The title said Romeo and Juliet. A fan of the classics. Emmett walked into the room.
"There's a gun here. I bet they were murdered in their sleep. Lets go check up stairs." Emmett suggested.
Suddenly, the clock on the wall rang, signaling midnight. We were here for awhile. I heard a door close. Then voices started, loud and clear.
"Dad? I'm home!" a female voice shouted. I looked at Emmett. The house was deserted. I realized that this was Isabella Swan talking. Well, at least her ghost was talking.
There was no answer.
"Dad, are you asleep? I saw that you didn't eat anything at all." her voice was becoming faded but I could still hear.
There was the sound of a door opening and then a loud scream of fear. "Dad!" she screamed as she ran down the stairs.
"No, you don't, honey. Caleb, grab her! She isn't going anywhere!" a man's voice yelled. The was a gun shot. She was in the kitchen.
There was the sound of struggling and the sound started carrying up the stairs. A loud scream issued, louder than ever.
"Stop!" the command didn't come from Isabella or the first voice. "Don't kill her!"
Next, there was a loud shattering of wood and yell of rage.
"Fine, keep her. She's your problem now. When they get you, you're going to regret not letting me kill her." the voice faded away.
" Come on, sweetie. I'm going to get you out of here." the second voice sounded. Isabella screamed. She was in pain and he was going to kill her.
The voices disappeared. I looked at my watch and was amazed. That lasted only one minute.
"What was that?!" Emmett suddenly shouted and I jumped.
"I have no idea, Emmett. That was something I wasn't prepared for that." I said in a dazed manner.
"That was the sound of the death of the Swans. This happens every night at midnight." a new voice spoke from behind us. We whipped around to see a man. He was taller than me but a little shorter than Emmett. He was wearing a red T-shirt and black jeans. He wore plain black shoes. His skin was pale and his eyes were….crimson red. A vampire.
"Who are you?" I asked, my eyes tightening with suspicion. This wasn't good.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking? You are in my house." he smiled. I recognized the voice.
"You're Caleb. The one who killed the Swans." I said, the sound distorted, it was coming through my teeth.
"Not exactly. James killed Charlie Swan and tried killing Isabella. She died from blood loss. I had little to do with their deaths. When I stopped James, we had a big fight and by the time the fight ended she was dying. By the time I got her to the hospital, she had only minutes left, she died after being admitted in the hospital." explained Caleb.
"So this James person killed the Swans and don't you know that killing people in a small town was going arouse suspicion?" I asked.
"You act as I was a murderer and I kill for fun? I kill to survive. Judging from your eyes, you don't hunt like regular vampire. You hunt animals." he said. It was a statement, not a question.
"How do you know that?" Emmett asked
"We met a coven in Alaska and their eyes are the same color as yours. They told us that they drunk animal blood instead." he answered with ease.
"What do you mean by 'we'?" I asked. That certainly caught my attention. He wasn't alone. Maybe he was with the man who killed the Swans.
"My little sister. She the one who makes staying here possible. She went hunting somewhere. She should be here soon. And she doesn't like surprises." the last sentence was a cue for us for leave
"Well, we should be going. I think that we should tell the rest about….this," I pulled Emmett along. He was surprised and was thinking about the danger. I was thinking about that too. We might have to move again. And we just got here, too. This was going to be horrible.
We started home. The only thing worse than a vampire living in a small town is nine vampires living in a small town. One was dangerous enough.
Alice met us on the porch of our house. Her usually hyper face was impassive, but I could tell she was worried. Everyone was nervous and Jasper wasn't trying to calm everybody down.
"Alice told us that you met another vampire at the old house. This is dangerous." Carlisle stated, his voice impassive.
"Things in the conversation were very interesting. He said that his sister was the one who made it possible for them to live so close to humans. She must have excellent control, or some regular vampires will never be here. He also said that they met a coven up in Alaska, so that must mean that they met Tanya's coven." I explained
"Should we move again?" asked Rosalie
"Not yet. We should go see them and see if they are a threat to us." Alice suggested. That idea was pretty good idea.
"Not a bad idea, Alice. Tomorrow we go down there and see how big the threat is and then we can move if the threat is very large." Carlisle agreed.
