The Vanisher

Back a few years ago, one of the world's most mysterious crimes ever committed left everyone stooped.
To this day, the goal and the criminal are still a mystery.
But, what people don't know what that the crime wasn't meant to be a crime in the first place.
The Vanisher, after many years, has returned with a mission, one that could change the world forever.


3. Beginning

I guess I better tell you how this whole mess, which was not supposed to be a mess, really got started.

Well, to tell you that, I have to go back to the WAY beginning.

Back to when I was about 16 years old, and a sophomore in high school.

I was a typical, normal, teenage girl.

I got good grades, I was involved in clubs, academics, sports, fine arts, everything.

I respected people: teachers, friends, parents, siblings, everyone.

I don't say this to sound braggy, because that's the last thing I'd ever be.  I'm saying this because all of this, my activities, my friends and family, they all mattered to me.  Everything mattered.  Every person, every place, everything.  

But nothing good ever stays good.

Maybe that's what everyone tells you, that good things stay good, but that's a lie.

Truth is if something is going well, something bad is about to happen.

Trust me.

It ALWAYS does.

I guess it all started when my family decided to go on a trip.

A nice little family vacation to this secluded little cabin in the woods.

Seems harmless, right?  I mean, everyone needs a little vacation now and then.

So we went, and everything was fine......for a while.

But then weird stuff started happening.

It was the kinda stuff that made you think, but you really didn't think much of it.

A flat tire.

Unlocked doors.

Noises that could simply be harmless.

Changes in the weather.

Like I said, stuff you didn't really think was a big deal.

But those little things, they were significant.  They were trying to tell us something, and we didn't listen.  Maybe, maybe if we had, all of these things could've been avoided.  

But that didn't happen.

One day, on our 'awesome' family vacation, we decided to go camping.

"Screw the nice cabin, let's go sleep on the ground under the stars!" was basically what my dad was saying before we left to go camping.

So we went, and everything seemed okay.

At least, that is until we fell asleep.

That's when the crazy happened.

I woke up in the middle of the night, and found myself alone in the woods, my sister, brother, and parents missing.

Their stuff was everywhere, sleeping bags not where they were when we all went to sleep that night.

I started freaking out and grabbed a flashlight to go looking for them.

I didn't know what to think. 

Did they abandon me?  Leave me out here for dead?  Was that the goal of this camping trip?

Did they get taken by somebody?  By something?

Was I dreaming?

I wandered around for a while, the light of my flashlight my only guide because the moon was covered by clouds.  I eventually found a cave, with a few footprints outside, so I decided to check it out.  And there, in the cave, was my family.  I had found them.



Strung up.

On the ground. 


My family was everywhere.

And I that moment, I only had one thought it my mind:


I turned and in my path was a wolf, it's coat shining in the moon that had just come out.  

I began to back up, horrified, and I knew one thing for sure:

I was going to die.

I was going to die just like my family.

A man walks up behind the wolf and I thought for a second that maybe, maybe he'd help and I'd survive this.

I was wrong.

"Get her." The man said, pointing at me.  The wolf howled and charged at me.

I screamed and ran as fast as I could down the cave, thinking there might be another way out.

I hit the end of the tunnel, the wolf right behind me.  My breath was heavy, my eyes filling with tears.  My family's blood on my clothes and hands, dirt all over me.

The wolf caught up, along with it's owner.  I backed away as far as I possibly could, the wolf coming at me.

I tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.  A stone pedestal stood next to me, the moonlight shining on it through a crack in the top of the cave.  It was odd.  I used it to stand back up but the wolf jumped on me.  It dug its fangs into my collarbone, its claws into my arms and legs, but when it drew back it's head, it knocked over the stone next to me and it toppled over.

In the center of the stone, there was a small gem with three crystals.

The small gem fell off of it and landed in the bite the wolf made.

The wolf bit my shoulder and I screamed out.

Suddenly, the moonlight hit the gem and the cave erupted with a bright flash of light.

The wolf and the man disappeared right before I blacked out.

Next thing I knew I was in a hospital.  I sat up and got out of bed, walking over to the mirror.  

The cuts were still on my arms and shoulder, and I could see the bite mark a little from under the collar of my hospital gown.  I pulled it down and there was the gem, embedded into the center of the bite mark.

I stared at it.

Why didn't the doctors take it out?

I touched the gem, running my finger over each of the crystals.

My eyes all of a sudden went white, and my mouth started to hurt.  I opened in, and there, where my incisors were not two seconds ago, were growing fangs.  My hair started to turn purple and my ears got pointy.

I ran my fingers back over the gem, the opposite way, and the weird stuff disappeared.

I asked the doctors and nurses about it, and they said that I was hallucinating.

But I knew that couldn't be it.

Something had happened to me in the cave that night, and now, I would never be the same.

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