A video has surfaced after a thorough investigation of Aaron Daily's death. Nobody knows who the odd people are, except one group of people. They call themselves the immortal exterminators, or 'X'ers for short. They are stationed all around the world, ready to carry out their purpose. OC in 1st few chapters. They'll appear less and less as the story goes on. Post-BD.
I can't beleive I haven't seen a story like this out there yet. remember the part in BD where Aro is talking about the humans' weaponry getting more and more advanced? well, that's what the 'X'ers are. they have the machinery that the others don't, and have found out about vampires. Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, but I do own my OC's in here.
1. Prologue:A Fatal Hike
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Aaron Daily’s POV
I stopped in the trees to get out some water for my dog, Carson. I unfolded his portable bowl and set it on the ground, continuing to fill it with water from the bottle. I watched his pale pink tongue shoot out of his mouth to lap up the cold water. He hadn’t drunken much when he abruptly stopped, lifting his head high into the air. His nose wiggled as he sniffed the mountain air. His face scrunched up as if he had smelled something absolutely awful.
I took a whiff of the air and it was just that; absolutely awful. I tipped my head back to look at the sky, to see if something had been burning, and I saw the strangest thing. A column of purple smoke rising into the white clouds. That must be the stench, though I have no idea how anything could turn smoke purple.
Carson barked, loud and clear, into the empty forest. I turned my head to the direction his eyes were now focused on and saw something even stranger than the odd purple smoke.
There was a humongous clearing between the trees, holding a multitude of people. Most were extremely pale, while some hinted at a darker complexion, though not showing it. They stood in formation on two sides of the area. In the back line of one of the groups, seventeen giant dogs were stationed. They were varying in fur color and all looking as if they were holding back a snarl. One even had a small girl on his back. Her reddish-brown curls lifted behind her in the wind as she held on tight to the fur on the animal’s back.
There looked to be many couples in the grouping, one in particular holding hands like there was no tomorrow. I saw the brunette look out of the corner of her eye at what could only be her daughter on the wolf’s back, judging by how much she looked like the man she was with.
All of the people appeared abnormally young, the eldest probably being in their late twenties. I wondered what could cause such a scene. Could there be some sort of problem around here? Or was there a conflict between the groups. Neither option seemed very plausible, at least not unless something very big happened. But what kind of happening could cause over a hundred people, along with some unusually large wolves, to gather at such an inconsequential spot in the Olympic Rainforest?
I pulled my camera out of my front pocket and turned it to the video setting. They were speaking now – very softly, but still audible – so it made more sense to be recording. I lifted the device above my head to get the purple smoke before turning it back to the scene at hand.
“Alice! Alice! Alice!” they were chanting as a small black-haired girl ran into the middle of the circle with four more of the gorgeous people behind her.
I noticed a small canvas tent just off the side of the clearing. I clicked off my camera and walked over to it. I was about to go in and look when something caught me and pulled me back.
“Be quiet,” the man said.
He spun me around and kicked me flat in the chest, making me fall to the ground. He kneeled down beside me and closed down on the artery in my neck, slowly sucking out my blood.
I didn’t think it was possible, but I now understood what I had been observing. Vampires, and probably werewolves. Not a strange gathering of young people, but a conflict between a totally different world.
And all because of a simple hike I had took with my dog, I was dying.
Carson! Where did he go? I tried to turn my head to look for my beloved dog, but the man drinking from my neck held on tight so that I could not move. I tried to tug my neck from his hands, but the pain just intensified as I slipped out of my consciousness, out of life.