A dark mist gathered around a young woman who was taking the scenic route home, big mistake. From all around the 25 year old woman a cornucopia of dead arouse.
"What's happening!" the girl thought out loud. She was answered by a low growl that soon shifted into a much more audible moan. The dead kept getting closer, until there was no ware to run.

"Hello there little one." Said a quite disturbing voice from just beyond sight range of the girl.
"Please help me!" the she cried, her voice cracking with the strain of yelling so loud.
"Well sure. Why not. After all, I do have some spare time before I must silence my target." The mysterious man stepped out from behind a tree into sight. He was sort of horrifying; the girl looked him over from top to bottom. On the man's had was a vibrant red hat and orange tinted sunglasses. He was also wearing a trench coat that matched his hat, along with black formal dress pants and shirt, with a high collar white undershirt; completing the outfit he had impossibly white gloves with pentagrams on the backs, and knee-high jackboots.

The man promptly reached into his coat and pulled out two pistols, took one in each hand, and then began to happily blow the heads off of the dead around the girl.
By the time he was done the girl had had a brain and blood shower.

"Ewwwww!" she exclaimed "You could have saved me in like, a less gross way? Just look at this sweater! Thes… the girls next words were cut off due to the fact the man had raised both pistols and fired them at her face. Streams of blood, globs of grey matter, and skull fragments rained down on the forest floor.
"Ah, much better!" The man turned sharply and began a leisurely pace.

Soon the man stopped and stared at the house that had come into sight. It was a rather beautiful home, built on the side of a hill, with white shutters and orange outside light that cast and eerie glow far into surrounding forest.
"Perfect, just the place I was looking for." The man began walking toward the house, taking out his pistols and checking the clip and remaining ammo he had in the inside pockets of the trench coat.

Soon the man was pulling open the sliding door on the first level, and walking up the nearest staircase. He found a wall with about one hundred graduation certificates all framed hanging on the wall. Farther up the staircase, at the end of the hallway there was a door. The man strolled down the hall way and knocked on the door. A young man opened the door. The youngster looked like he hadn't seen sun for about two hundred years; he had tossed dark blond hair, and was wearing a light grey shirt and black pants.
"Who are you and what do you want!" Asked the young man.
"You are Edward Cullen, aren't you?" Asked the man.
"Yea, what do you want?"
"To kill you." As the man said this he started to draw his pistols and an impossibly wide smile came across his face.
"NO, wait, please, can't we work something out? I could pay you double whatever you are being paid to kill me!" Edward pleaded.
"How dare you try to bribe me!" The man roared. "I will have to kill you even slower for that! After the man said that, he lowered his weapons to the Edward's kneecaps and fired.
Edward screamed out loud with pain as blood and bone went flying and pasted the walls.

"There, that was fun wasn't it?" My master said that you claimed to be a vampire, I take it that you were the one who raised those ghouls?"
"Ghouls? I have no idea what you are talking about." Edward responded, his breathing getting labored form the amount of pain he received.
"Hmmmm must be someone else then, oh well, this has been fun but I really must go." As he said this he shot Edward twice in the head and watched with pleasure as his eyes rolled up into his head. The man laughed and began walking away at a comfortable pace.

AN: well here ends the story, I hope you liked it.
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