Our Silent Nights

Prologue

     The town of Beacon Hills isn't anything impressive, not to the untrained eye. It's small and uneventful during the day. Anywhere well lit you wouldn't see the claws, or the teeth, or even the magic bleeding from empty corner stores and veterinary clinics. It was quieter now, that much was true. The fire at the Hale house forced those sharp teeth to find darker corners, to retreat backward into shadows; but they weren't gone. They were.. waiting. So our town is quiet for now, but every second that passes, every minute, every hour that we wait with bated breath, those shadows get bigger.

     This story isn't about the shadows so much as the creatures that were forced out of it. My friends, our enemies, my family even. It doesn't matter what your bullshit preconceived notions about good and evil are, it's hard to argue that a group of teenagers fighting to protect the town they love can be evil. I suppose you could argue everyone sees themselves as the hero of their story but, all I can do is tell you what happened, explain why and how we found ourselves surrounded by this shitshow. How we loved, how we lost, and how we learned the best way to take of ourselves was to take care of others.

     I wish I could say this story was full of happy endings and that everyone we loved made it through just fine, but I can't. To lie to you after claiming we did what was right just sounds hypocritical. So all I ask is that you listen, you consider our side of things, and then- only then, make a decision about our actions. We need you to know. To be aware of all that was sacrificed for the people, and the place we love so much.

     Thank you.