Where The Darkness Controls Light

Use Forks To Eat - Not Hands

That's right people. Eat. As in, "I'm hungry, let's go eat." It seems that not only the nasty homicides are going on here in Seattle, they've now reached the small town of Forks. Many have recently been murdered. A chief police officer, a doctor, a young boy, and now it seems that a young girl has gone missing. Bodies were only found of the two older men and the boy had died a few weeks back. There are no remains of this girl and it is now being called a kidnap since the searches have came up empty handed. On the remains of the doctor, as sources tell us, were bite marks. It seems something was eating the poor man. Whatever is out there is cannibal and evil. Parents. Lock up your children and grab your pitchforks for safe keeping. There's something out there and will not give mercy. If someone goes missing, don't wait around for them to return, get help immediately. This isn't some sick game teenagers are trying to pull, nor is it just a patient from the loony bin. There is a maniac on the loose and he will kill you and possibly eat you. What we need is a hero. Psst...Hercules! That's your cue! Nothing? No one? Looks like I'm going to hide under this rock. May God be with us in this unruly, disturbing time.

December 18th, 2009
Emily Young; Seattle Sanctum

I sighed and crumbled up the article, wishing that it was the journalist who would get eaten. I stuffed the newspaper under my pillow and turned on my side. My room was dark, mostly because I had a large blanket over my window. But that's all anything ever was.

Dark.

Ever since my father's death that's how I saw everything. Something grey and cloudy covered up my vision. Tones came out sullen and shallow. I could hardly have a positive thought about anything. Darkness was all I knew, all I felt, all I could breathe. I was absorbed by its friendly satire that I couldn't realize the hurt it caused. It harmed anyone who came close to it, especially me. It was a parasite, a leech; sucking the life from me to gain strength.

I couldn't fight back.

I didn't want to fight back.

This darkness...this depression was a disease and even if I tried too, I couldn't beat it. I knew I had hope, but what was hope without faith? My father - my hero was gone.

Forever.

When it came time for my father's funeral, I was reluctant to not go. I had already said my goodbyes. I didn't want to do it again. But Esme...my loving, broken mother was desperate to have me by her side. She needed someone strong and someone to get mad at. I was the perfect person for her. However, I wasn't strong. I was dealing with my own pain of my deceased father.

It was unfair. I had already lost one father, I couldn't handle losing another.

But I still went to the funeral. I held Esme's hand as she cried, Alice's too. I kept my own tears back as I wiped away my mothers. I said goodbye to Carlisle once again.

That was one of the most difficult days of my life.

Scratch that.

The most difficult day.

"Do you believe in God?" Alice questioned Jasper in the backseat of Esme's car. We were on our way to the funeral. I had thrown a fit, ruined my suits and even attempted to pop holes in the tire to stop from going. No matter what I did. Esme won.

I would only go for her.

Only her.

I promised.

Jasper spoke then, "No."

"Why not?" my sister questioned like a small child. I turned to see and hear his answer. His eyes met mine.

"Because, no one with a cold heart and black soul deserves to have control over us," he spoke with clenched teeth and hard eyes.

"But," I began. "Don't you think that it's only fair that horrible creatures like us deserve to be punished by someone just as horrible?"

Jasper chuckled. "Are we all so horrible that we do deserve it? Think about it, Edward. We are all in a game. None of us have a chance to win. Just like Ben, just like Charlie Swan, and just like your father."

I sighed and rolled over on my large, cold bed. I hated how right Jasper was. He always was. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for sleep to succumb, but it never did. I had the worst case of insomnia, mostly because when I did sleep I saw my father die over and over again. The bad thing about this nightmare is that it's real. I tried to get away from it but it made itself home in my life. It was an unwanted guest; it was an enemy I wanted to seriously kill.

Misery does love company I suppose.

All this depression is probably ten times worse because of Bella.

No one's heard from her since that god-awful day. No one's found any traces of her. Bella is gone.

It's a hard thing to comprehend. The first girl who I have practically fallen in love with was missing, for who knows how long. She could even be dead. That beast, the creature with the dark skin and even darker eyes, probably go to her.

Just like it got my father.

That was another thing that kept me locked up in darkness, mentally and physically.

That creature.

It was unlike anything I've seen before. It was large and stood on its hind legs like a bear, even though it was nothing like the mammal. It had large teeth, canine and very sharp. The beast growled as he sunk his teeth into Carlisle. My father screamed, called out and even reached for me. But I was frozen. In shock. The large beast stared at me as he attempted to pull of Carlisle's arm from his bleeding shoulder. The creature used it's claws to press into Carlisle's back and tear of my father's left limb.

"Take care of Esme," Carlisle pleaded to me. I shook my head. It wasn't my responsibility to take care of her. She wasn't my wife. It was Carlisle's job.

"Son. Please....I love you." Carlisle's voice was choking on blood. I watch the red seep from his quivering lips and touch the dirt below his head. His hazy blue eyes stared at me, still begging. I let a sob escape as I knew that this was it. That it was the end.

"I will. I promise. I love you." I repeated those over like a mantra as the beast continued to torture my father, with a final goodbye, I ran.

I couldn't get away without hurting myself. The tears made my eyes blurry; I tripped endlessly over sticks, rocks and anything that could manage me to get cut up. I ran until I made my way home.

I just wish that it was me instead of Carlisle.

Me instead of Chief Swan.

Me instead of Bella.

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Something was in my room. Something was beside me. Something was breathing on the back of my neck. I let my eyes burst open and I quickly jumped from my bed and to the other side of my dim room. My chest heaved up and down as I searched for the thing that quietly crept upon me.

"Jeeze, Edward. Relax," Alice's mousey voice spoke from my bed. I spotted the small girl lounging on the only thing that felt safe.

But she had to go and ruin that too, huh?

"What do you want?" I asked rudely, staying beside the wall.

"Me, Jasper, Emmett and Rose are all going out to Jasper's Grandpa's cabin. You want to come?"

I mentally laughed. Was she that blind? "Of course not."

"And why not!?" she asked, matching my earlier tone.

"Alice. Why would I want to go out? Why would I want to hang out with anyone? Clearly, I want to be alone." I spoke as I walked to my bed, motioning for her to get off with my head. She humphed and crawled off as I crawled in.

"Edward. You can't do this. You have to get out! You have to do something!" she shouted.

"I. Am. Not. Leaving," I said to hear slowly and clearly.

A loud pounding on my door made me jump.

"Hey! Cullen! Get your ass out of that bed and come hang out with your best friends!" Emmett's booming voice said from the opposite side of my door.

I'm not going, I mouthed to Alice.

Yes, you are, she mouthed back.

I shook my head and pulled my sheets over my head, squeezing my eyes and wishing she'd disappear. To my surprise, she did. I heard my door open and click shut. I peeked a little; making sure it wasn't a trick.

She was gone.

I let out a sigh of relief.

A knock came back on my door and it opened suddenly. Alice scrutinized my sudden jump and squeal.

"I love you, Edward." And with that she shut the door and I let my heart get back to its normal pace once more.

I snuggled into the warmth of my bed and let my eyes close over; sleep was the only thing I did, even though I always knew the consequence of it. A different type of darkness took over with matching warmth, but that warmth turned into coldness quickly.

"Carlisle!" I called out again. I continued to follow the blood stained path that led to the sound of a raging river. I made my way to the dark waters and peered around me for sign of life.

Nothing but nothing.

Like always.

"Bella!" I shouted, cupping my hands around my mouth. "Bella!"

Still, through this quiet isolation feeling, I knew there was something out there. I daringly crossed the river, feeling the coldness drape over my body. Splashes of water touched my face, causing me to gasp and a hazy flash burst in front of my eyes.

I shut them tightly and opened them, seeing the familiar beastly body on the side of the river I was aiming to. Its mouth was covered in blood. I let my eyes wander where the drops fell. In front of the creature lay a girl. Her brown hair cascaded around her like a glorious waterfall. Her eyes stared up at the monster in fear. Her chest moved up and down quickly.

Her scream was cut off by the beast.

I became too cold. The water became too wet.

Something freezing and drenched in water was gripping my body tightly.

A/N - A very filler chapter with a cliffhanger. I am evil (Every Villian Is Lemons - know where that's from?). But don't worry. Drama, Fights, Kissing, and much more ahead ;D
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