Legacy: A Twilight Fanfiction

Preface

The sun had barely set over the horizon when the man ran into the alley. It was quiet except for occasional passing car or bike. Traffic on this Boston road had died down as the evening rush began to die. It was a typical evening, except for the woman left cowering behind a garbage bin.

She was clearly hoping not to be found. Tears streamed down her eyes as she prayed for the best. Her black hair was matted, her clothes were torn and dirty and a bruise was forming on the side of her face. She was terrified.

The man had a sick smile across his face as he advanced towards the woman.

"Kitten, come out," he called in sick and twisted voice. His face was dark and morbid, like someone who genuinely enjoyed the hunt, and the pain.

The woman's face visibly paled and she tried to hide further back into the corner. The man sauntered forward, ready to make his move.

"Now Kitten, why do you have to be like that?" he asked as he ran his hands through his slick, dark brown hair. In that moment, it was clear there was a lot wrong with the this man.

He reached behind the garbage and pulled the woman out by her hair. She cried, causing her blue eyes to grow. She knew it was over, there was nothing she could do. There was no hope left.

"Why are you doing this?" she begged.

"Oh, its all part of the game. The game that will never end," he purred throwing her a few feet forward.

"Please, don't do this, think about my daughter," she begged, desperately, clearly will to say or do anything to save herself so she could save her daughter.

The man pulled a knife out of his pocket. It glowed against the setting sunlight. He stared at the knife, his face plastered with sick, and demented joy.

"But I must," he purred as he dove in for the kill.

***** A Few Miles Away *****

Alex Brandon shot awake, beads of sweat rolling down her face. Her breathing was erratic as she looked around her room in a panic. She usually didn't nap after super but today, she was tired from school and her early morning shift at the school cafeteria.

The dream was so vivid. Images of her mother and her step father brought chills down her spine. There was something about this dream that seemed too real that it brought terrible mix of nausea and icy chills to her stomach and felt like it was traveling through the rest of her body. It took minutes to even out her breathing and even then she couldn't shake this feeling.

Alex curled up under her blankets and looked out the window. Drake had taken her mother out for the evening, so she knew they weren't home, thank goodness. Alex hated when he was home because either he ignored her, which she was fine with, or gave her too much attention.

Her mother couldn't tell what kind of man she had married. She was blind to the horrible truth that was right in front of her eyes.

As Alex began dozing off, those images filled her mind. The chill was slowly getting colder until it began to feel like someone holding ice cubes along her spine. She shivered in bed, trying to ignore the images. They were crazy! They stuck in her mind, like she needed to do something. The fear was building in her stomach. A lump was forming in her throat like she wanted to run somewhere, scream or be sick but she wasn't sure.

She was almost asleep again until pounding woke her back up. She tried to ignore it, until she realized it was the door.

She bolted out of bed and to the door. Her heart was beating out of her chest. Cold hard dread filled her body, all of her senses and her every thought. The images from the dream flooded her mind and she told herself she was being crazy, her mother was fine.

She got to the door and noticed the colorful flashes of a police car outside. Her knees nearly gave out as she answered the door to find two police officers standing there, with tense expressions on their faces. They bared bad news.

"Are you Alexandra Brandon, daughter of Marly Brandon?" he asked, an officer asked, his tone was even but loud.

"Yes," she whispered.

Don't say it, don't you DARE say it! A voice in her head begged.

"We come with some bad news," he started.

Shut UP! Alex's mind desperately screamed. He opened his mouth and said the words she had been dreading and fearing with her life.

"It's about your mother."