Unknown Time Later
Forks, Washington
"Bugger," John Call cursed as he started dashing across the Forks cemetery toward his work truck while the rain poured down on him. He wrestled with his umbrella against the pouring rain and wind for several minutes before deciding it would be quicker to make a dash for the truck – umbrella be damned! He was already drenched at this stage. He collapsed the umbrella down and continued to battle against the weather as he made his way to the truck.
John had been completely caught off guard by the rain.
Though in hindsight he should have known that the brief sunlight the town had that morning would only be temporary.
He was almost at the truck when a flash of red caught his eye through the heavy downpour. He slowly came to a stop because this rain and wind was definitely not visiting weather.
"Who on earth would be visiting a grave during this downpour?" he muttered to himself.
Concerned that maybe something was wrong, John put his umbrella up and walked towards the mysterious stranger standing underneath the red umbrella.
"Ma'am?" he yelled out as he approached, "Are you okay?".
As John got closer, he was surprised by the fancy-looking clothes the person was wearing. John was no fashion expert, that was his daughter's area, but he could tell that the dark maroon coat was expensive.
What surprised him most was the person's appearance. Once he was closer, he saw that the person was a teenager. A very beautiful teenager. She had dark brown eyes, flawless pale skin, and shiny chocolate-coloured hair.
'Is she some type of model?' he thought, temporarily stunned by her beauty.
Whoever this person was, she was definitely not a local.
Though the longer he stared at the teenager, the more he started to feel uncomfortable. Something deep down was telling him that this innocent-looking teenager was dangerous. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it but something was off with this young lady.
The teenager studied him, "Can I help you sir?".
'Gosh even her voice is out of this world,' John thought to himself but a shiver went down his spine. It reenforced to him that something was off but he would feel horrible if she did need help and he didn't offer any.
"I wanted to make sure you're okay," John responded, "This weather is only going to get worse so you should head inside".
The teenager laughed softly, "Thank you for your concern. I am almost done with my visit and shall be leaving shortly".
John's gaze drifted towards the graves the young woman was in front of and he was slightly surprised by what he saw.
CHARLIE SWAN
CHARLOTTE SWAN
It had been a long time since he saw anyone visiting those graves.
"Are you family?" he asked unsure. Last time he was aware, there wasn't a Swan left in town once the police chief had passed.
A small smile appeared on the teenager's face, "You could say that".
John didn't know how to respond to that answer.
"I retraced my family tree and found these two names," the teenager further explained, almost as if she knew she was making him uncomfortable, "I wanted to pay my respects to them".
The answer put John slightly more at ease. It has become a big trend in the last few years to trace one's family tree.
"I don't know how much you were able to find about these two but Charlie Swan was the beloved police chief of Forks for many years. He even let me ride in his police car several times when I was younger," John recalled fondly, "I can't give you much information about Charlotte. My grandfather was best friends with her when he was younger before she passed away in a car accident. Despite her short life, she had a massive impact on her friends because he and Uncle Q would visit every couple of months to leave flowers".
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