1 °Prologue°

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I don't know why my footsteps got me there, the only thing I know is that they made me walk towards a wrecked car. A few meters not far, rests the inert body of a woman, she is very beautiful. There is blood everywhere. I go to this stranger not to see if she is still alive but to be able to quench my hunger for fresh flesh. Once my fangs were planted in her, the woman gave a persistent cry ... After a few minutes she stopped. I admire my work; one more person on my hunting board. I move away from the body and head towards the forest.

I wake up, a headache seizes me. I stand in front of the mirror; I can see a red stain on my t-shirt, as well on the corner of my mouth. It's strange, I don't know where this can come from, I have no recollection of last night. As usual, I dress in black jeans and a t-shirt of the same color. I go down the stairs, turn on the TV and cook my breakfast before going to high school.

I pour my cereal into my bowl, when suddenly I have a vision. I see a body, covered in blood, the victim with half the face torn off, within a yard of the body, rests a bloody arm. I drop the package of cereal I had in my hands, it falls with a loud crash. I rub my tearful eyes with the back of my hand, at the same time the news is broadcasting a special alert ...

"At around six o'clock, a woman was found dead on the highway between Beacon Hills in Los Angeles. The victim is a woman named Mrs. Smith, she had two children. The authorities do not exclude the criminal track ... it is the fourth accident of this kind in a year. "

On hearing it appears a picture of a magnificent woman, she has a dazzling smile, a cascade of wavy red hair, her eyes are as blue as the ocean. This is a carbon copy of the woman I saw in my vision, no is her. No it's impossible, how could I have seen this dead woman, I don't know her and on top of that I don't live in Beacon Hills. It's very strange. It is with a feeling that I go to high school.

I have a feel that me and this woman have more connection than I think ...