OVER a year after the rampant murders that terrorised the city of Seattle, the most prolific serial killer in history has finally been arrested. After a tip off from a former neighbour, Jonathan Thody was arrested for a total of four hundred and sixty seven murders, for almost two hundred of which the police have yet to locate bodies. According to a police spokesperson, Thody refuses to give the location of the missing people, continually protesting his innocence. The residents of Seattle can rest easy in their beds for the first time, knowing now that the killer is behind bars. It will be only small consolation for the family and friends of the victims still missing. We can only hope he will break his silence soon so that they can find closure.


IT has emerged today that Jonathan Thody, the so-called "vampire killer" who recently terrorised Seattle with the murders of over four hundred people, may also have used some of those he abducted for his sex trafficking ring. His former partner in crime, neighbour Jamie McLeod, said that while he had no idea that Thody was capable of murder, he "looked the other way" when some of the women he took for their use disappeared. He said that Thody told him "not to worry", but he couldn't keep his silence any longer when he found packs of blood in Thody's apartment. Thody's trial starts next week, with the eyes of the world watching.

Police had suspected the then-unknown "vampire killer" to be abducting some people to be killed later when the daughter of police officer Reed Stirling, 17-year-old Jemma Stirling, was spotted two days after her disappearance. Her whereabouts are still unknown.


The largest manhunt and police investigation ever to take place has finally reached its end today when 38-year-old Jonathan Thody was found guilty of a two hundred and five murders. He was also found guilty of operating a sex trafficking ring out of his neighbour's apartment. Thody could not be charged for the murders where no body had been found, and he was not found guilty for a further sixty-nine due to a lack of evidence. A spokesperson for the police gave a short but emotional statement, saying that "his capture show[ed] the dedication of the Seattle Police Department, and all their hard work had finally paid off. Seattle residents can finally sleep soundly knowing that the whole ordeal is over." Reed Stirling had no comment to make, other than that police would endeavour to find the missing victims, which includes his daughter Jemma. Thody was found guilty of the murder of Reed's wife of over twenty-five years, Ciara.

Reed scanned the newspaper clippings again, satisfied with his work. He couldn't bring himself to be pleased, not when Jemma was still missing. He'd found peace with the death of his wife after Thody had been arrested and charged, but he wouldn't rest until he paid for Jemma's death. He smirked a little, remembering that his boss had wanted to take him off the case once it emerged that his wife and daughter were among the victims- well, he showed him. Reed had been a little worried at the thin evidence against Thody, but McLeod's testimony had made their whole case. Reed knew that McLeod had been the one running the ring, and that it was highly unlikely that Thody had anything to do with that side, but any more jail time could only be a good thing. McLeod was out now, having traded his testimony in exchange for immunity from prosecution. One more scumbag on the streets of Seattle. Well, anything but the hell they'd been through that time a year ago. So some illegal immigrants get used? Reed didn't care anymore. He'd stopped caring about that after he lost his family in one night. Suddenly, the phone rang. Slowly, he went over to it, reading that it was work calling.


"Reed? You'd better sit down." Reed did as he was told, his heart thumping noticeably in his chest. Was this it? Had they found Jemma?

"What is it?" He wanted to bombard them with questions, the seconds he waited were agonising.

"You'd better come in. Thody's escaped." Reed closed his eyes to stop the tears from falling. Breathing to steady himself, he managed to respond.

"How?" he asked simply.

"Well...we have no idea."

"How can you have no idea? He was in a maximum security prison surrounded by guards armed to the teeth! There are security cameras watching people shit for fuck's sake!" He slammed his fist into the table as he swore, his anger getting beyond words.

"Reed...you need to come in. When you see it, it'll make sense. Well, as much sense as it ever will, anyway. Can you calm the fuck down enough to drive or do I have to send someone to come get you?" Reed tried to calm himself, breathing heavily, then realised it couldn't be done.

"I need a lift. And a coffee. Black."

"Done and done. Anderson's outside, she'll take you to get coffee. You're gonna need it, we're all in for a pile of shit in the morning."

"Play the tape again." The technicians groaned in unison and pushed themselves up from where they were half-laid on their desks. The one who'd fetched him looked at him.

"Reed, you are not going to see anything this time around. I know this defies explanation, but-"

"Play the fucking tape again!"

"Don't you swear at me, Reed! I know that you're stressed about this, but don't you think we all are? The best CCTV cameras in the whole damn world have given us a picture of a swirling black shadow we can't even focus on defying science and blasting its way through the best secutiry system in existence faster than physically possible while making almost no noise. Give. It. Up. We are NEVER going to explain this, no matter how many times we watch the tape!"

Reed opened his mouth to argue with her, then closed it again as defeat hit him. Feeling pity for him, Miranda reached her arm out to stroke his gently. He realised he wasn't being fair to them as he looked back at the tape, seeing and not seeing the paused back shadowy cloud. The technicians couldn't seem to persuade the computers to zoom in on it, it just zoomed around the image. They were just as frustrated as he, probably more so, as their bafflement could cause them to lose their jobs.

He gave a slight smile, excusing himself. On his way to fetch more coffee, he panicked about what he was going to say to the media. What could he say? Usually the truth was enough, but he knew that the truth would be far from enough this time.

Fred was watching the news intently in one of Riley's old hideouts. Jonathan Thody, the man wrongly accused and convicted of the murders in Seattle, was asleep on the sofa a little ways across the room. Fred watched him with pity. He ended up being held responsible for deaths that he and the others had caused- he was even found guilty of Fred's murder, and Bree's and Riley's, too. He clearly hadn't done anything wrong. The sex trafficking part was also clearly false- Fred found McLeod to find out if it was true. If it had been, he'd have left Thody in prison. McLeod had laughed, at first. Thody had been his ticket out of jail- that police officer that lost his wife and daughter had asked about Thody and McLeod saw his way out. He'd never even talked to Thody, save for when he'd said if McLeod even looked at a member of his family he'd kill him. That had pissed him off, he really liked how Thody's daughter Tammy looked. McLeod had laughed when he'd told Fred. He'd said she "moved like a slut". With Thody out of the picture he'd gone after her. Apparently she was particularly popular with one of his regulars- it was that "youthful energy" she'd had at the beginning. When McLeod had said that now he was bored of her, that decided his fate. Fred killed him for what he'd done. He managed to save the girls he'd got locked up in his apartment- including Tammy. When he found her, he wanted to bring McLeod back so he could kill him again, but much slower this time.

Tammy was eight years old. He'd taken her to the hospital, and they'd told him she'd be OK, but he doubted that. She'd grow up thinking her father was a murderer, with those ordeals in her past. Fred watched Thody while the news waited for the police press conference to start. How could he tell him what happened? It'd be bad enough he could never see his family again, let alone that McLeod had fulfilled his threat on his daughter.

He needed to do something for this man. He'd give him a new life, somewhere else. He'd have to change his face, though, as there was nowhere in the world he could go without being recognised. Fred had toyed with the idea of making him a vampire like himself, but decided against it. From what he knew of this life, it would be a long one. There could be no punishment worse than a long life for Thody.

Reed Stirling came out of a door and walked briskly and nervously up to the microphone. Fred smirked. 'This should be interesting', he thought. Reed spoke quickly, clearly not wanting to linger.

"As you are already aware, the convicted serial killer Jonathan Thody escaped from ADX Florence prison in Colorado last night. Police forces across the United States are doing their utmost to re-locate Thody and get him back behind bars as soon as possible. He escaped with the help of an accompice. An investigation into how he achieved this is underway and ongoing. No questions will be taken at this time." Less than a second after he'd finished, Stirling turned on his heel and walked out, ignoring the flood of angry questions being fired at him and the repeated flashes of press cameras.

Fred sighed. He almost pitied Stirling. Almost. Yes, it was terrible that he lost his wife and daughter. More terrible that he'd lost his daughter- Fred liked her. Her mother died as food, but Riley had turned Jemma. She was lovely, and very, very afraid. He'd liked Bree, too, but he'd developed a real friendship with Jemma. The only reason he wouldn't let Bree in until near the end was because he'd lost Jemma. Almost nobody who'd been around when Jemma was ended up going to the battle.

Reed had launched a huge manhunt for his daughter after she was seen in a hunting party. Riley had noticed the flyers when hunting, and decided she was a liability. She was too high profile. He'd told her this before he killed her. That was when he set the rule about only taking street urchins instead of regular people. He himself had been at university, but he couldn't remember his major. He lost a lot in the searing pain of transformation.

Fred stood, switching off the television. He left a note for Thody using a page from one of Bree's old books. He'd decided it had been long enough- he was going to go in search of these mysterious Cullens.