B E T H I A From an abandoned roof top, golden eyes were speckled with reds and blues that swirled down below, like strobe lights illuminating the black top, city streets dotted with fearful strangers. Caution tape stretched out across the lawn of the townhouse, crinkled as the hands of officers lifted it above their heads, attempting to make sense of a situation they'd never understand, not without having lived as long as she. The chopped up frequencies of cop car radios flooded her ears, the chatter clear, though her thoughts were drowning in regret, unable to make out the descriptions of what she'd left behind. But she knew. I warned you, she exhaled, releasing a ghostly white breath into the crisp morning air. She had remained perched on that building's highest floor all night, gazing longingly at a window that would never again reveal that familiar silhouette, that warm light beckoning her inside never to illuminate the second story again. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. It was a predetermined ending to sleeting romantic stimulation, she knew better, but hundreds of years by oneself gets old. If she could cry, she would; it never got easier, killing those closest to her - but that was the consequence of her charms, death. "I don't know the time of death, it was at some point last night." "Victim suffered severe blood loss within an hour, it appears he was attacked at the throat-" "-I don't know how, sir, we've ruled out animals, everything was locked, neighbors don't report hearing or seeing anyone or anything." "Poor darling," She whispered, and then disappeared from the scene as a news helicopter flew in. E D W A R D Officials say they found him cold, white, entirely drained of blood. The scene was particularly gruesome, his throat having been what appears to be bitten into, a substantial amount of flesh was remove. We have no word on whether or not this was an animal attack, though that would be hard to believe seeing as they found him in his living room. The residents are fearful tonight as this has been the third murder with similar, gory circumstances in Washington. I'm Rebecca Hilton with Komonews, back to you, Jeff." Engines the roaring, the Cullen siblings sped their way down slick ebony streets, though it was more so Emmett and Edward racing than it was to make it to Forks high before the bell. After all their years of posing, time mattered little, instead they messed around on streets free of traffic due to the late morning hour, occasionally edging close enough to discourage the other from crashing, taunting each other despite the frantic twitching of their speedometers. You're slow, brother, Edward's lips curled back into a smirk, his pale hands gripping the wheel whilst his foot oppressed the pedal, Alice was at his side, revealing every upcoming corner, sign, or hidden cop. "You have Alice with you, not fair," Growled his sibling, of whom ignored his irritated wife's plea to just head to the school already before they really get pulled over. They'd circled the county three times that morning, everyone mashed together in two cars, uncharacteristically absent minded, or at least pretending they have that luxury. "Instead of trying to crash your cars, you could just acknowledge that you're stressing over the murders," Rosalie chided, forehead pressed to the glass at her side, full lips in a disapproving, cherry pout. Her long lashes swept across her cheek bones as she closed her eyes, hissing abruptly as they hit a speed bump, and her head hit the roof. "Damn it, Em!" "Sorry babe," He kept his boyish grin, however, tires screeching as he whipped out in front of Edward, grinning into the rear view mirror. Edward didn't want to acknowledge the supposed 'isolated murders' that were remarkably similar, all done in a manner that screamed they'd been executed by their kind of monster. It was either a newborn, or a loner, neither of which would care about their actions catching the attention of humans, or more importantly, the Volturi. Their carelessness enraged all of the siblings, but after Edward's impulsive plea to head to Seattle and scour the city himself to rid them of the taunting source, Carlisle destroyed his suggestion, and wouldn't hear another word of it. At least not today.