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DaughterOfPoseidon333- I'm glad I got you hooked :) That's what I was trying for! And I'm really excited for them to reunite too! I'm not sure when...but it's sure to be soon ;) I'll update whenever I get a chance. I probably could write every day, but it would come out like word vomit and I don't want to update that. And it would be awesome, wouldn't it ;) *swoon*
ESwan- *stops ears from bleeding* ...oww. haha No worries about the screaming. I'm excited to write it and that you're so excited xD Thanks, I was trying to make it seem like that. And who cares if your bias? Not I! :P I might hold you to that promise ;)
Onto the story!
Chapter 1 – Salem
The Daily Word Newspaper
Saturday, May 14, 2012,
Three Teens Dead. Authorities Say Animal Attack.
Last night, three teenagers were found dead in the Abbot home in Salem, Massachusetts. Connor Teskie (16) and Cassandra Mallot (15) had been visiting Becky Abbot (15) the night the three of them were killed.
"I had only been gone for about half an hour," says Becky's father, Tim Abbot. "I needed to pick up a few things from the store...[Becky] had the house locked up, I don't understand how this could have happened."
Authorities are baffled by this turn of events. "Those kids were on the third story of the house," states Jeffery Dallas, Chief of Police. "It was clearly an animal attack...it must have gotten in through the window. What I don't understand is how."
Police are urging people to stay indoors and on the lookout for cougars, bears, or any other large animals in the area. They ask anyone with information to call in and assist with the investigation.
In another strange turn of events, inside sources claim the building also showed sign of robbery...
Krysta folded the newspaper, took a sip of her chocolate milkshake and sighed. 'I should have figured,' she groaned inwardly, 'I never get days off. Sounds like a vamp, too—dammit—'
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking up, she saw that it was her waiter.
"Uh, can I get you anything else, miss?" he asked.
'Taylor—that's his name.'
He was pretty good-looking, Krysta supposed. He had shaggy, dirty-blonde hair that fell into his light-blue eyes, a tall-stature and adequate-build, probably about nineteen. She could tell that he liked her, too. His flirting had been painfully obvious. 'Maybe...'
'No,' Krysta scolded herself. 'You can't just drag some nice, innocent…cute guy into this…no matter how much you want to.' Loneliness was the norm in the life of a hunter. She killed the things nightmares were made of on a daily basis. It wasn't the life anyone should have.
"Just my bill, please," she responded, giving Taylor a small smile.
He grinned and produced a slip of paper from his apron pocket. "No rush, just whenever you're ready. And if you need anything, and I mean anything," he said, placing the bill on her table with a wink, "just let me know." Taylor flashed Krysta a winning smile before walking over to check on another table.
Krysta rolled her eyes. "Way to be subtle. Poor guy. If only he knew…" she chuckled under her breath.
Leaving cash on the table, along with a generous tip, she left the small restaurant. Checking to make sure no one was watching, she got into her most recent mode of transportation—a brilliant cherry-red '67 Chevelle SS, soon-to-be-stolen, of course.
Krysta let loose a low whistle as she sat down behind the wheel. It was definitely one of the nicer cars she'd stolen—Krysta loved old cars. Not to mention who they reminded her of…
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Krysta bent down near the petals and reached for a few wires. She sat up and grinned when the car roared to life.
"C'mon baby," she purred, patting the dash, "we're going to Salem."
Sorry that this was kind of a short one. I'll work on making them longer :)
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