~Bella~
Seven murders in the last three weeks. Always the same grisly MO: bodies drained of blood. Heads, arms, and legs torn off and then hastily stuck back onto the corpses. Seattle hadn't seen a killing spree as bad as this one since five years ago, when Victoria was building up her army. Maybe I was a little paranoid, but I wasn't keen on anything shaking up the peaceful life Renesmee, Edward, and I had led ever since our last confrontation with the Volturi.
"Carlisle, have you seen this news story from Seattle?" I turned the computer to face him.
"Horrible" Carlisle frowned, reading the article.
"Serial killer? I don't think a vampire would be this stupid."
Carlisle read on. "It could be a newborn. Someone without an older vampire to teach them..."
Emmett was passing through the living room. "Who?" he asked.
"Bunch of murders in Seattle" I answered. "Someone's been going around draining people's blood, ripping their bodies apart, and then trying to put them back together."
"Gross" Emmett smirked. Immature.
I rolled my eyes. "One of us should go check it out. I'm thinking vampire because of the blood thing, but whoever's doing this is totally out of control."
"She's right" Carlisle interjected, looking up from the article. "If this is a newborn, this could escalate. We don't want to give the Volturi a reason to come back here."
"Me and Rosalie could go tomorrow," Emmett offered. "She wanted to go buy some stuff in Capitol Hill anyways. We'll take a look around. See what's up."
"Thank you. We'd appreciate it, Emmett" Carlisle said.
It was probably nothing. Just some psycho human. Why did the Pacific Northwest produce so many serial killers? Was it the clouds?
