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Chapter 3 Unknown Predator
The town was sad with sorrow, the beautiful daughter of their beloved police chief was found dead. Right off the beach of La Push. Her body was lined perfectly symmetrical, her hair was fanned around her head like a halo, her skin had a glossy looked to it, her delicate hands across one another, one black thorn less rose placed between her fingers. The burial was set for three days later.
FLASHBACK
It was a day like any other day in Forks, they didn't name it the wettest point in the country for nothing. Even though the day was cold and wet, it was a good day for Bella. She was accepted to eight different universities each offering her a full scholarship, the problem was choosing which one to attend. She left her house to met up with some girlfriends, Angela, Jessica, and Laura to name a few. There were a few weeks before prom, so the girls gathered together to get their dresses and whatever else they needed for it.
The girls each found the perfect dress and attachments that went with it. They had spent all day out shopping and were exhausted. They stopped at the local dinner for a bit to eat at the end of the evening. They never noticed the long white blond male following them throughout the day. He was 6' 0" tall, lean physique, crimson blood red eyes, long delicate nose, his mouth was in a full grin slightly showing of his fangs.
He was standing off to the side of the building in the shadows, he peered through the glass at his prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. Bella and her friends said goodbye. She watched as they each got in the vechinals and left. She was expected home for another two hours. She left in her beat up Chevy driving to La Push. Not nocticeing the the evil that followed.
FLASHBACK ENDED
The funeral was a sight to see, everyone in town showed up. The moaners were gather around the grave and family. The gold casket with a white satin lining holding the body of Isabella Marie Swan, was lowed slowly. The pastor gave a final blessing, in the background moaners soft whaling was heard, the weather was dull and lisles, a lite drizzle was felt like a sharp knife, the wind sounded hollow in the trees. The Chief of Police threw one last white rose in the grave, a vow echoed through his mind to find the person who so cruelly took his daughter a way from him. Unfortunately he didn't know he could never fulfill that vow.
A/N I ended the flashback there because I am going in sequences. Tell what you like or don't like. I won't know if it is good or bad unless you tell me.