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GREAT REVEALS
ON A DOCK sat Waylon Forge, scraping paint off his boat as he listened to music from his Walkman, oblivious to the creatures lurking around him.
The dog, far wiser than the man in this situation, lifted his head. Hearing a noise from the forest he let out a low growl.
So indulged in his music, Waylon didn't notice the dog's disappearance until he took off the headphones.
"Jerry?"
He begins to get up, looking around and calling for his dog when suddenly a girl with red curly hair jumps onto the boat with him.
"Who are you?"
The woman smiled sinisterly and rolled her eyes. "Always the inane questions."
James sped up behind Waylon, making him turn around in shock. "How did you do that?"
"What do you want," James mocked.
Victoria cackled as she watched his feared expression grow. "Why are you doing this." She faked a pout when a darker-skinned man sped onto the boat, seated down and his legs crossed picking at his nails, looking too nonchalant.
"James, Victoria, let's not play with our food," he purred, a French accent rolling off his tongue.
His screams echoed through the woods, but not far enough for anyone to save the slowly dying man. Not a single drop of blood was spilled and when they were done, they left the man dead and alone in his precious boat.
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THE SKY WAS bright and sunny, not a single cloud in sight, and the Cullens, along with Andromeda, was missing from school.
The purple-haired enigma poked out among the green and brown scenery. The trees stood a great house, hidden deep in the woods that was nearly impossible to stumble upon by accident.
Of course, Andromeda didn't find it on accident.
She made her way up the steps and pressed on the small button at the door, a ring echoing through the house for the first time.
To say that the occupants of the house were startled by the sound of the doorbell was an understatement. Emmett, who was playing video games had fallen off the couch.
"What was that?!"
Esme frowned in confusion as she made her way to the door. They really never had a purpose for the doorbell. They never had people from the town visit and the visiting vampires would simply walk in the house or through the windows.
