Author's Note: Whoo hoo! Look at me updating when I said I would :]

Bella drove down the winding driveway that led to the Cullen's house, blissfully unaware of the grotesque fate that had befallen her beloved. Pulling into the driveway, she noticed a strange sort of silence. Not the peaceful midnight quiet, but the forced silence that comes from those who can no longer speak, laugh, and jest.

"Edward?"

No response.

"Carlisle? Esme? Anyone home?" she called as she let herself in.

'How unusual,' she thought to herself, 'I guess I'll just watch a little TV until someone gets home.'

She rounded the corner only to freeze at the scene before her. The entire Cullen family, minus Edward, were all sitting on the couches surrounding the television. However, each one had a bloody gaping hole in their chest, through which oozed the thin, coppery vampire blood. The backs of their necks bore what seemed to be some sort of marking, possibly letters, but Bella could not summon up the courage to take a closer look. A lumpy mass had been placed in each's lap, and Bella began to gag when she realized that the misshapen object belonged lodged in the dripping hole above it. Suppressing the urge to retch, she saw that every face had been slit from ear to ear in the shape of a macabre smile.

Seeing the blood trickling slowly from the not-smiles did it for Bella, and she was violently sick on the living room floor. What could do such severe damage to a family of vampires? And what felt compelled to make such an absolute mockery of its deceased victims? She knew that she needed to find Edward and warn him, they had to avenge his family. She burst through the front door, hurriedly wiping traces of vomit from the corners of her mouth. As she fumbled for her keys, she saw a haggard looking Edward stroll out of the forest. She ran towards him, trying to stammer an explanation.

"Edwards, it's dreadful!...your family….the blood…so horrible!"

Looking up at his flawless face, Bella was confounded by the lack of any fear, confusion, or distress. In fact, he almost seemed to be smirking; a sort of mirthful glee danced in his eyes.

"There, there, honey, it's okay. I know, I really do. You'll be away from it all soon," he said as he wrapped her in his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder, hoping soon meant now. His hands travelled up her arms to rest on her head. Bella relaxed into him, knowing he'd keep her safe.

Gradually, Edward's gentle noises of comfort turned to a low chortle. Startled, Bella looked up as Edward's smooth marble-like visage was replaced by a rough, angry, burnt face. A face that now smirked down at her. Bella began to struggle against the red and green clad arms that now held her captive.

Thwick.

Thwick thwick thwick.

She gasp as she felt something forcing it way into the flesh and bone of her head. With a great yank, the man tore his right hand out of her head, revealing a glove with straight razors for fingers, fingers that now dripped crimson. With a final look that managed to be both confused and terrified, Bella collapsed into eternity.

The man leaned down and tore into her face, carving a simple two letters. He smiled to himself contently as he stood and walked away…

"Freddy's back…bitches."

A/N: So what did you think? The way I planned this out this is the end, with Freddy going off into the world to reestablish his reign of terror over adolescents everywhere, although suggestions for continuations are welcome.