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I bolted upright gasping for air, utterly perplexed when air actually filtered into my lungs instead of the murky water I had been submerged in. I looked around in confusion when I saw that I was safe and sound in my sleeping bag at the sorority house. I released a shaky breath, relieved that it was just a dream. It felt so real…
I could almost taste the muddy water in my mouth and feel the cold water surrounding me. A choked laugh passed through my lips at how ridiculous I was being, but a part of me couldn't stop the shudder that ran down my spine at the thought of those people with the red eyes that my mind had for some reason conjured up.
I shook my head at myself as I unzipped the sleeping bag and stood up from my spot on the floor. My subconscious could really be messed up sometimes. I didn't know what I had been thinking before going to bed last night for me to think up such a bizarre dream.
I glanced around the room to find that I was the only one there. I was surprised to see that I had been the only one still sleeping. Normally I got up pretty early. I wonder why no one woke me up.
I shrugged that thought off and decided to try and find someone. The house was unusually quiet this morning which was strange. Normally, "quiet" wasn't something I would say in reference to the sorority house.
I made my way to the half-opened door and entered the deserted hallway. The seemingly vacant house was disconcerting. Surely there had to be someone around… I was becoming more and more uneasy the longer I searched the various rooms, investigating for some sign of life. What could have possibly caused the girls to abandon the house without telling me?
But, as I passed the large window in the entryway of the house, I stopped dead in my tracks. Apparently the girls hadn't left, for they all seemed to be gathered in the front yard. My worry spiked as I took in the state of my so called "sisters." Some were crying their eyes out, while others looked like they were in some sort of shock. As I stared at this scene through the window, I jolted in surprise when I saw that there were at least a dozen cop cars in front of the sorority house. What the fuck happened here?
I hesitantly walked towards the front door, pulling it open and heading outside so that I could find out what the fuck was going on. But my uncertain steps quickened when I caught sight of Beth.
She was talking to an officer, but it looked like she could barely form words. She was sobbing hysterically, tears running down her blotchy face as she apparently struggled to get words out. The cop was wearing a sympathetic expression as he jotted down notes in a notepad. I didn't even think twice about how rude it would be to interrupt, before I skidded to a halt next to her.
"Beth! What's going on?" I asked worriedly, hoping to get some answers.
She didn't even acknowledge my presence as she continued to talk to the cop, who didn't even glance in my direction either as he continued to jot notes down.
"Damn it Beth! Tell me what's going on!" I yelled.
She didn't even flinch away from the loud sound of my voice. Frustrated, I turned away from her, intent on getting someone else to tell me what happened. I glanced around at my other "sisters" and saw that they weren't in much better shape than Beth was. Some of them were holding onto each other as they sobbed while some others were also talking to the cops.
I made my way over to Lauren, who was standing off to the side. Her eyes were scanning the scene before her. She almost looked like she was in shock. I stopped in front of her.
"Lauren, why are the cops here?" I asked, my voice taking on a pleading tone. She ignored me just like Beth did. I threw my hands up in frustration.
"Why are you ignoring me? Tell me what's going on!" I demanded, half expecting her to sneer at me like usual. Instead, she continued to ignore me as she stood there. It was almost as if she was looking through me.
"Excuse me ma'am, but I need to speak to you for a moment," a female officer addressed Lauren.
She nodded and turned her back on me, giving her attention to the cop. I huffed in irritation and made my way back to Beth. These people were treating me as if I was invisible. No one even glanced in my direction as I maneuvered my way through the crowd that was gathering. Beth was still blubbering to the cop when I got back to her side.
"There was a scream," Beth was saying as she wiped at her cheeks to rid them of her tears. "I ran to see what caused it, when—" She choked off on a sob. "Her lifeless eyes were just staring up at me when I got there," Beth croaked. Her eyes were unfocused as if she was in some other place altogether. "Blood, so much blood!" She sobbed uncontrollably.
"Who was it?" I enquired in no more than a whisper, horrified at what I was hearing.
"Danielle Miller," Beth answered. I thought she was answering my question, but it seems that the officer asked it at the same time I did, because he jotted it down in his notepad.
I gawked at her. Danielle Miller was one of our fellow pledges. What the hell happened to her? I waved my hand in front of Beth's face to get her attention.
"Beth Beth Beth Beth Beth BETH!" I chanted, giving up when she continued to ignore me. "AHHH!" I screamed in frustration. "Can someone please tell me what is going on?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. No one even glanced in my direction.
Maybe this was some kind of prank, a part of the hazing ritual. I shook my head from side to side. No, that couldn't be it. I could believe the sorority girls would pull something like this, but what stumped me was the involvement of the cops. Surely they wouldn't take part of some stupid sorority prank…
I watched as the cop talking to Beth, closed his notepad and thanked her for her cooperation before heading away. Without another thought, I began following him. Maybe I could figure out what was going on if I tailed him. It was worth a try.
"Officer Marks," a female cop called to the officer I had been following. He turned in the direction of the voice. I continued to follow him as he made his way over to where she was standing, by one of the police cars, away from the crowd.
"What are you doing here?" The male cop asked curiously. "I thought you were investigating the robbery at the Circle K." The female cop waved her hand dismissively.
"Chief Collins asked me to help out here. He said he wanted as many of his officers on this case. He said to have you brief me in what's going on." The male cop nodded and sighed heavily, looking as if he had aged ten years in the past few minutes.
"There has been one known killing and three disappearances. From what I have gathered, no one has seen these three girls since early this morning." The female cop nodded to show that she was following along.
"The forensics team and some of the guys from the force have been investigating the area where the girls seemingly disappeared from, but so far there is no evidence of foul play, besides the body of Danielle Miller of course." he said grimly. "This situation is getting out of hand."
"Brian," the female officer said in a softer tone, forgoing her previously formal tone, "do you think this is linked to what's happened in Oregon and Bellevue?" The male officer, Brian, glanced around as if looking to see if anyone was within hearing range before turning back to her.
"This may be bigger than we originally thought. I haven't heard of this many killings in one area since Ted Bundy. And ironically enough, he also attended the University of Washington," Brian glanced around, as if indicating the UW campus with his pointed stare, before turning back to the female cop. "Patty, with the number of deaths we are facing, we might be dealing with a serial killer." The other cop, whose name I now knew to be Patty, nodded wearing a grim expression.
"I was thinking the same thing." She paused as if in thought. "Do any of the victims have some kind of resemblance?" He shook his head 'no', a confused look taking over his face.
"That's the weird thing. The victims have been male and female, different heights, hair color, eye color, and ethnicity. There are no similarities among them, and the way they were killed—" he trailed off grimly.
"It looks like whoever is doing this gets off on the pain of their victims. Some of the bodies we have found have been mutilated past the point of recognition. In some cases, dental records had to be used in order to identify the bodies." He paused, his eyebrows knitting together. "But the odd thing is that all of the bodies appear to have been drained of all their blood."
"I heard about that part," Patty said, wearing a disgusted expression. Brian sighed again. "Do you know if there was any sexual assault to the victims?"
"So far, there haven't been any signs that the victims were sexually assaulted. We're still waiting on the Coroner's report on Danielle Miller, but this doesn't appear to be a sex crime."
"We should put out an alert to warn people not to wander around alone until we know what is going on," Patty said quietly. Brian nodded in agreement.
"In any case, we need to contact the missing girls' parents," Brian said wearily. "There appears to be three missing girls at this time. Madison Hall, Casey Philips, and Isabella Swan." I stared at the cop in shock, not believing what I was hearing.
"I'm right here!" I yelled, growing more panicked as the two officers completely disregarded me.
"Chief Swan's daughter?" Patty asked, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline.
"You know her father?" Brian asked. She nodded her head.
"Yeah, we were in the academy together." She shook her head sadly. "This is going to devastate him. I'll talk to Chief Collins about the possibility of me going to Forks to break the news to him. It might help a little to have a familiar face tell him, if only a little." Brian nodded.
I looked back and forth between the two officers. Maybe this was all some fucked up dream, and I'd wake up and be back in my bed at the dorm at any moment. I closed my eyes and counted to three, praying that I would find myself safe and sound in my bed. But these hopes were dashed when I opened my eyes again, seeing that I was in the same spot with the cops.
My breathing picked up as I started to panic. I almost expected to start seeing spots the longer I hyperventilated, but they never appeared, and soon my attention was caught by something else.
Seven, inhumanly beautiful people were standing off to the side of all the commotion, staring at the scene with varying expressions. They all looked different from one another, but undeniably alike at the same time.
There was something familiar in their features, which caused warning bells to go off in my head. Their pale skin and perfect, chiseled features reminded me of those horrifying people in the woods. The only difference seemed to be their eyes, which were an unusual color of topaz, instead of the haunting red I had encountered. This realization had me relaxing infinitesimally, but I couldn't seem to get over the striking similarities between these people and the people I came across early in the morning.
There was a blond man, who looked like he was in his mid twenties. He was staring at the chaos in the front of the sorority house with an expression full of concern. It looked as if he wanted to go ask if he could help, but he held himself back.
The woman, who was holding his hand, seemed to be a little older than he was. She had caramel colored hair and was surveying the scene with the same worried look on her face. There was a motherly air about her that made me smile.
Next, my gaze locked onto an extremely muscular boy with short, curly brown hair. He looked like he could be a professional wrestler, which gave him an intimidating appearance. He was wearing such an excited look as he stared at the scene of mayhem. I wondered if he got some kind of thrill from such chaos.
He was holding hands with a beautiful blond woman, who suddenly made a feeling of insecurity wash over me. She was staring at the scene with what could only be classified as boredom.
The next one I laid my eyes on was a youthful looking boy with bronze colored hair. The only way to describe him was to say he was beautiful. I almost laughed at that thought. He only had eyes for the tiny pixie-like girl standing next to him, as he stared at her with obvious concern. The girl looked like she wanted to cry the longer she stood there. I wonder what made her that sad…
But, that thought flew out of my mind at the sight of the boy standing next to her. He looked like he was a few years older than me as well. He wasn't as muscular as the boy who was hand in hand with the blond supermodel, but he was by no means lanky either. It looked like he was also packing some serious muscle, but it wasn't over-the-top. It was perfect. He was tall, about 6'3" or 6'4" and I found myself wanting to run my fingers through his blond hair to see if it was really as soft as it looked. I felt like I was going to drool as I continued staring at him. He was, at least in my opinion, the hottest one there. It didn't look like he was with anyone…
I was brought out of my fantasies by the sound of the smallest girl's voice. I couldn't help but compare the musical quality her voice held, to the voices of the three people I encountered earlier. I couldn't stop the shudder that ran down my spine at that thought.
"We're too late," she whispered so quietly that I almost didn't catch it. "Oh Jasper." She turned to the attractive younger blond male with a look that was a mixture of despair, worthlessness and pity.
"Alice, I don't understand," the boy named Jasper said, frustration and confusion evident in his tone. His voice, although musical, was by all definitions manly. I tried to ignore the pleasant tingle that spread down my spine at the sound of his voice. "What was so important that we had to leave Alaska and come running to Seattle?"
The pixie-like girl ignored his question and was quiet for a moment. But suddenly, she turned to the others in one fluid motion, which seemed almost too fast to be normal. Her countenance suddenly exuded determination.
"We need to join the search party," she declared. "She could still be alive. She has to be." This last part was said quietly, almost as if she were talking to herself.
"Alice," the bronze-haired boy murmured, bringing an arm around her shoulders and tucking her into his side. "Do you see anything that could help?" What a strange question to ask someone…
She shook her head from side to side and huffed in annoyance.
"That's what's frustrating!" She cried. "I'll get flickers now and then, but nothing concrete. It's giving me a headache!" Almost as if to emphasize her point, she brought her hands to her head and massaged her temples.
"What's so important about Isabella Swan anyway?" The blond female asked with a sneer. I reeled at the sound of my name. "This is a waste of time!"
Shock filled me as I came to the realization that they were talking about me, someone they had never met before. A multitude of emotions slammed into me the longer I stood there. Confusion. Uncertainty. Shock. And of course, the always present feelings of loneliness and despair as I thought about the very real possibility that I was dead and would never see my family and friends again. I mean, what other explanation could there be? No one could see me, and I was coming to the conclusion that apparently my "dream" had in fact been real. No one could have survived what happened to me in those woods.
As those emotions began to strengthen around me, Jasper swiveled his head and looked straight at me. What the…? Could he see me? I wanted to jump for joy at that thought. Finally someone was actually acknowledging my presence!
As I stared into his topaz eyes, I couldn't help but become mesmerized. A feeling of warmth started to spread throughout my body. I almost expected him to turn away, but he continued to hold my gaze. He tilted his head to the side as if he was studying me, and a furrow appeared on his forehead. His gaze traveled over my attire before meeting my eyes again.
I glanced down at myself, and gasped as I realized I was still wearing my tank top and panda bear print pajama bottoms that were covered in mud. I guess you don't get a change of clothes when you die. I mentally scowled at that thought and shyly met his gaze again.
"Alice," he started slowly. "What does Isabella look like?" Alice stared at him with a small frown on her face.
"Brown hair, brown eyes. Hmm… Maybe 5'3" or 5'4" in height. Why?" She inquired, before glancing in the direction that he was still looking. "And what are you staring at?" He ignored her question and asked one of his own.
"Does she by any chance have a small scar a little below her lip?"
I reached up and touched the scar that I had had since I was thirteen. It was in one of my more clumsy moments when I tripped over my feet while descending the stairs at my home in Forks. When I had landed at the bottom of the steps, I somehow managed to bite all the way through my lip and had to go to the emergency room for stitches. Alice looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding her head.
"How did you know that?" Alice demanded. Jasper paused before grabbing her arm and turning her in the right direction, so that if she looked straight ahead, she would spot me with no problem.
"Is that her?" He asked, continuing to keep his eyes locked on mine. The others spun in the direction he was pointing, and the boy with the bronze-colored hair gasped.
"It's her!" He exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. The others seemed to be able to see me too, all for the exception of Alice. She was looking extremely frustrated the more she tried to catch a glimpse of me.
"What the hell is going on?" Alice exclaimed. My sentiments exactly...
AN: So…not sure if I particularly like this chapter, but it was necessary to get some things explained before things can start to pick up. Sorry if there are mistakes in this one, but I went over it so many times that I couldn't look at it any more...
I actually got this idea from a movie I watched a while ago called The Invisible, so if you've seen that movie you'll know which direction I'm going to take this story.
And if you haven't seen it already, I posted a poll on my profile to see which story you all would like me to focus more on. I am NOT giving any of my stories up, but whichever story wins in the poll, will be my #1 priority. So if you have a minute, and haven't already, please go vote!
I am also starting to post on my profile which story I am currently working on and when it should be posted.
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