Vampire Hunter (A Twilight Story) - Season 1 - Episode 3

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Vampire Hunter (A Twilight Story) - Season 1 - Episode 3

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It didn’t take me long to get to Forks. It was a small town, in population at least, and it was clear that this was a tight knit community. Despite that the town covered a large area, mostly forest and joined with some smaller mountains. This was going to make things more difficult. I didn’t like it here, it was too…green, everything hidden from you in the shadows and it constantly rained. This was a place I knew I could never live.
One of the first things I did when I arrive was search the areas where campers had gone missing only a few months ago. Unfortunately this turned up nothing. Though I didn’t expect much, if anything, to be there after all this time but I was always a stickler for details, nothing left out or left to chance.
However, I was certain there was still something here in Forks and I was determined to find it. I was beginning to think that Forks held many secrets that its humble citizens were not aware of. On several occasions I was sure I felt the presence of vampires but it came and went so quickly, and from such a distance, I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure, yet. I threw myself into research once more, digging up more articles about those attacks and talking to the locals.
One of the first places I looked into was a store called Newton’s who sold most of the hiking and camping gear in town. It seemed like a good place to start and I lucked out.
As I walked in I noticed two teens managing the store. The first was a girl and she was behind the cash register. Her name tag read ‘Bella’. She had long dark brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. She was pale, though not surprising with the lack of sun, and had a tiny figure. Even just looking at her I could tell she was a bit shy judging by the way she slightly hunched her shoulders. This was a girl who didn’t like attention. However there was something else about her. Her aura was strange, diminished almost. It was almost as if a part of her was not there. I couldn’t put my finger on it but decided it didn’t matter at the moment. The second was a boy, and he was moving through the shelves and stocking items. He had blonde hair and his face still contained a boyish roundness to it. He was about my height and looked to be about eighteen. He smiled as I came in and approached me.

“Hello and welcome to Newtons. My name is Mike, is there anything I can help you with today,” He said pleasantly. It was a well rehearsed speech and I resisted the urge to laugh at how eager he looked. I didn’t escape my notice that he looked me over quickly but I ignored it.

“Yes there is actually. My name is Diana Rosser,” I never gave out my real name, just in case, “and I’m an intern at the Department of Fish and Wildlife in Washington DC. I was wondering if you knew any information about the bear or wolf sightings that occurred several weeks ago. I’m doing independent research on large predators migrating into human areas.” I said this with total confidence, taking care to make eye contact. He bought it, naturally. I was always good at lying and was necessary when you’re in my line of work.

He stared at me for a moment, dumbfounded, but eventually regained himself. “Ya, ummm sure I’ve heard a few things from campers who came in.”

We started talking and he began going through the several stories that he heard while working here and some from some from his fellow students at the local high school. Many of the sightings, it appeared, were near a local reservation called La Push. I decided that needed to be my next stop.
However, throughout the entire conversation I caught the girl in my peripheral vision looking at us strangely. Though she remained silent I could tell she knew something about what was going on, something secret. Her eyes gave away her every emotion and at the moment she seemed a little worried and definitely concerned. Though she seemed trustworthy, the kind of person who kept the secrets she was entrusted with and I doubted I would be able to get much from her. Either way, if all else failed I knew where to find her. If she had information I needed I would get it, no doubt in my mind. I would never actually harm her, not that she knew that, but I knew I few tricks.
“Thank you so much Mike, I really appreciate it. Have a nice day…the both of you.” I smiled at the two of them and went towards the door. I looked back one more time hoping to gain another glimpse into the girl’s eyes, knowing I would find some truth there but she wasn’t looking at me. She merely walked around the cash register and seemed trip on her own feet, knocking over several boxes. Her face glowed bright red in embarrassment as Mike rushed over to help her. I suppressed a laugh and continued towards my car.

-Next Day-
As I drove down the long stretch of road I began to see the first homes of the La Push reservation. It was only fifteen minute outside of Forks and was home to the Quileute people. I had spent much of my night learning all I could about their land and people so I was prepared. As I continued driving I soon saw a small parking area that was obviously used by tourists and parked my car.
I could hear the beach in the distance and smell the sea salt in the air from my open window. It occurred to me that this would be a very pretty place if it weren’t for the seemingly never ending cloud cover. I sighed and stepped out of my car.
I wasn’t sure where to begin so I just walked around, camera in hand, hoping to look like another tourist but keeping my senses open to anything strange.
The day passed smoothly but I had yet to find anything that would help. I had questioned some people on the disappearances and the animal sightings but most just gave me the same answers. They hadn’t see anything or that nothing has happened in weeks. A few seemed to know perhaps a bit more than they were divulging but decided to revisit them later if need be. After a few hours I was starting to feel like this may have been a dead end. However I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

I continued to walk around when I noticed some guys staring intently at me a few hundred yards a way. There were only three of them but they all wore the same expression and they were all very large and muscular. What surprised me the most, however, was not their size but was the lack of clothing they were wearing. I was currently in a long sleeved shirt and light winter jacket and I still was a cold if the wind blew my way. Yet none of these boys had a shirt on and only basic sweats. How were they not shivering or falling over from hypothermia for that matter? What also bothered me was how their eyes kept shifting to me, watching my every move. It was unsettling, I wasn’t used to being the one watched.
I slowly made my way towards them, pretending to snap pictures of the scenery as I went. They all seemed to gather around the one man and I got the feeling he was the leader of this little gang. He was definitely the oldest of them, probably around my age but the others, despite their size, had a youthful look about them. They suddenly became engaged in deep conversation but I could still see them stealing glances at me. Looks like I was not the only one conducting surveillance today.