Post by Edward Cullen on Feb 22, 2013 9:11:32 GMT -5
Edward quickly peeled off the damp blue plastic encasing of the newspaper, curious now as to what was inside. While the rain had affected the paper, the titles were still discernible. A smudged date of publication, November 5th, was in the upper right hand corner. Edward glanced towards the headlines before flipping through the paper New Statue Erected in Town Square, Diner Adds Healthy Options, and finally, Five more Dead. The last one caught his attention, and he looked closer to the article.
Without continuing to read Edward could foretell what would have happened. The murders would have escalated, the terror reached a frightening high, until finally leaving was the only option. The following newspapers contained the same information. A bumbling and confused police, a growing death rate, and a frightened community. It was too easy to see what the reason behind this was.
Victoria
It appeared that this ghost town had been caused by a vampire. How ironic. Sure as he was, now he just needed some proof, evidence that would lead him to where she had gone, or at least hint at her motives behind cold-blooded slaughter. Edward got back into the car, driving now so that he could find the true reason for this series of unfortunate events. Edward had to see the overlapping coincidences, whether he was reading too far in to it-his biased mind clouding all judgement-or not, it was obvious that something unnatural had struck the town of Marshall. That sounded like a catch phrase from a cheap horror movie. What could the horror be? Edward knew vampires existed but what else? Frankenstein? Unicorns? Werewolves? The ideas were ludicrous, akin to one of a mad man. It was obvious, no human could wreak such damage so efficiently.
The source to this enigma had to be a vampire. Edward went to the first woman's house, Emma Grant. As the article had suggested the little cottage was out of the way and far from the average human's path. It was as though the inhabitant preferred a type of seclusion. It was too unfortunate that this seclusion was perfect for a vampire. Getting out of the car quickly he made his way to the front door. The house, as all the others, was empty. Edward knew, however, that in her sloppy haste to satiate her thirst Victoria would have left behind crucial clues that a human would not have picked up on.
Edward was finally on the track to finding the woman who was causing his insatiable need to track; Victoria.
Without continuing to read Edward could foretell what would have happened. The murders would have escalated, the terror reached a frightening high, until finally leaving was the only option. The following newspapers contained the same information. A bumbling and confused police, a growing death rate, and a frightened community. It was too easy to see what the reason behind this was.
Victoria
It appeared that this ghost town had been caused by a vampire. How ironic. Sure as he was, now he just needed some proof, evidence that would lead him to where she had gone, or at least hint at her motives behind cold-blooded slaughter. Edward got back into the car, driving now so that he could find the true reason for this series of unfortunate events. Edward had to see the overlapping coincidences, whether he was reading too far in to it-his biased mind clouding all judgement-or not, it was obvious that something unnatural had struck the town of Marshall. That sounded like a catch phrase from a cheap horror movie. What could the horror be? Edward knew vampires existed but what else? Frankenstein? Unicorns? Werewolves? The ideas were ludicrous, akin to one of a mad man. It was obvious, no human could wreak such damage so efficiently.
The source to this enigma had to be a vampire. Edward went to the first woman's house, Emma Grant. As the article had suggested the little cottage was out of the way and far from the average human's path. It was as though the inhabitant preferred a type of seclusion. It was too unfortunate that this seclusion was perfect for a vampire. Getting out of the car quickly he made his way to the front door. The house, as all the others, was empty. Edward knew, however, that in her sloppy haste to satiate her thirst Victoria would have left behind crucial clues that a human would not have picked up on.
Edward was finally on the track to finding the woman who was causing his insatiable need to track; Victoria.