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Chapter Two

The sound of my mother groaning stops my deposition mid-sentence, my attention diverting to her. As I look at her, I can see that she's no longer looking at the child she was so happy with less than seventy-two hours ago; her son, who had finally been accepted, plucked from obscurity and spending time with the right kind of people! Instead, she's found something very interesting on the clean, pale wall of my hospital room to keep her eyes from meeting mine.

Like all parents, my mother only wants what is best for me, but secretly she's always wanted to see my name in lights; in all the papers and magazines, as well as my face on-screen. Yes, she's perfectly happy to have a well-educated son, one who was once happy with just the friendship of one person. But after helping me through the dark time that was the end of that relationship, as she pulled me from under the covers where I screamed my loss, she seemed more than a little excited that I was hanging with a different crowd; the right crowd.

Sue Clearwater's school years had been different from my own. Where she was always Miss Popular as the head cheerleader, and went on to marry her highschool sweetheart, Harry, she had everything a teenager could have ever wanted. I guess she never really understood why I didn't want that; why I was happy with my nose in a book, following Edward around like I was his shadow. When I started to dip my toes into the pool of good fortune, she became overjoyed that I had finally transformed into what she once was.

My mother loves me, I know that, but I also know that she always wished I would be more like her and my father...a perfect, carbon copy.

In the past few seconds, though, all of that changed as an air of disappointment left her lips in a heavy sigh. Fearing that she is mentally blaming me for ending the weekend on less than a high note as she had hoped, I nervously speak. "Mom?"

I look down at my empty hand, the one no longer lovingly held by her own, and guilt starts to consume me for putting her through all this. I guess this is just another way I have let her down after getting her hopes so high.

She looks at me again, before rolling her eyes. "How could you be so stupid?"

The abruptness of her statement knocks me back, the words absent of her normal, loving tone are like an invisible punch to my stomach. She has never spoken to me in any other way than how a mother should, even as a child she was always so caring. What changed? Have I upset her so much that she can't even keep her eyes focused on me?

"Mrs. Clearwater, I really don't think this is the time..." Chief Swan starts to speak, but my mother clearly forgets all the manners she instilled in me as she raises her hand to silence him, her eyes fixed on me with a bit of coldness.

"You locked yourself in a room with a possible killer? What were you thinking?" She folds her arms in annoyance before continuing. "Rosalie's death was a possible accident, I get that, but then Jasper is found with his throat slit...and my son, my intelligent little boy, locks himself in a room with a suspect! How many Criminal Minds episodes have we watched, have you learned nothing?"

Tears are falling down her face, and she dismisses them with her hand before glaring at me and leaning towards my place on the bed. "I could be one of the other parents, the one whose child didn't...didn't...make it! Don't ever..."

I didn't give her a chance to finish, I grabbed her hand and shook my head apologetically. "I'm sorry, mom. I just didn't want to be alone."

I didn't look at Chief Swan, who was sipping his coffee, before I continued. I am now only speaking to my mother, reassuring her that I am ok. Even though I'm sitting next to her with only minor injuries, I guess she still needs to hear me say that I was safe in the cabin...and I was...for the next five hours, at least.

...

As Emmett walked towards me, I was leaning against the locked door, fearing that I had closed myself inside a cage with a ferocious lion that was ready for his next kill. With each step that he took I was sinking further back into the solid wood, mentally preparing myself for his attack.

I was internally chastising myself, screaming in my head that if he did kill me, if he was indeed the killer, then I deserved all I got for sealing myself in a room with a possible psycho.

As his arms reached towards me I closed my eyes tightly, the urge to scream trapped in my throat, but he didn't do what I expected. Yes, he did attack me, but it was with the force of his embrace, not a blade at my throat, as I had thought. I was dragged into his body, pressed against his hard flesh with his face buried in my neck.

"Sorry," he said, as he tightened his hold. "I just need to feel...alive."

It was then I felt his tears start to soak my skin, his body vibrating from his sobs as I wrapped my arms around his frame. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't move, I was locked in place by the power of his physique, muscular in comparison to the slightly skinny one of my own.

"It's...okay," I said, as I inhaled his scent. The sweet traces of his cologne made me bite my lip and push my butt back into the door so he wouldn't feel my impending erection.

An oddly comfortable silence surrounded us. The only noise came from the crashing of the storm against the roof, which showed no signs of easing up anytime soon, and the beat of my racing heart that pounded in my chest. I found myself holding onto him as tight as he held me, clinging to the slight sense of security I felt while I silently prayed that we could get back in the van and drive back to civilization. It was best to let the police figure out this mess. I had no idea who the killer was. I knew that each person in the cabin had a malicious side, but right then I didn't care that it could be him; I was lost in our closeness.

Emmett finally pulled away from me and smiled at the small whimper that escaped my lips, while he pushed my hair behind my ear. I wanted him to kiss me, to forget where we were and give into passion, but he didn't. Instead, he finally broke the silence with the sound of his voice.

"I really need to take a shower, and I'll bet you're dying to get that paint off of your face..." He bit his lip at the slip of his tongue over the death comment. "Shit...I didn't mean..."

An uncontrollable laughter left me and I just shook my head, still smiling as the pain eased in his face. "It's really ok, Emmett," I said, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Do you want to shower first, or..."

His face twisted in confusion, then a cheeky smirk took over his features. "Now, now, Mr. Clearwater, as much as I'd love to share a steamy shower with you, I really don't think this is the time, or the place. How about a rain check?" As he winked, I almost died from the euphoria that exploded inside me.

I stood and stared at him, mentally punching, kicking, and slapping myself for not clearly expressing what I meant, all the while fighting back the electricity that ran through me. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks like a volcano had erupted inside me, and as butterflies pounded in my chest, I realized what he said...or at least what he hinted at.

He would want to take a shower...with me?

...

A sick feeling came over me when I realized I was about to go too far into my story, to tell my mother and the good Chief that things were getting more than a little naughty in the cabin. Yes, it was all words, but those words were going to become more and I really didn't want my mother knowing what went bump in the night, especially in front of a stranger.

"Please...I'm so tired, I just need a break to rest my eyes," I pled and, to my astonishment, my prayers were answered when Chief Swan's daughter burst into the room, or should I say, Dr. Bella Swan.

"Are you all still questioning my patient? Can't you see he needs sleep?" she barked, more to her father than anyone else.

"Bella...Dr. Swan," he corrected himself, "I need to get the full story so I can finish my investigation. You know how important this is, we need answers!"

Bella ignored his request and folded her arms in irritation. "I appreciate that, but after what Seth has gone through, he needs a break from your interrogation, time to eat, and I need to run some tests! I gave you one hour and you have already taken two! You can come back later when I'm satisfied he has eaten and is ready for more of this."

I watch as Charlie Swan admits defeat in front of his daughter, but not without getting the last word in. "Okay, but I'm leaving one of my officers by the door until we know what happened."

Dr. Swan smiles triumphantly and leaves the room with her father in tow, closely followed by my mother, but not before she kisses my cheek and says her goodbyes; reassuring me she will be back soon.

As the door closes and I am left to my thoughts, I turn my head to look out the large window and into the same creepy darkness that I saw only a day ago, the same moon that was casting shadows into my room. It's different here, though. I'm safe as I lay in bed and think back to how things went bump in the night, how I gave into lust while surrounded by darkness.

...

My body and mind were working together against my will. Thoughts of running a soapy sponge up Emmett's naked body was nothing more than a fantasy playing out in my head, one that every nerve ending inside me agreed was the perfect way to pass the time. I swear that my blood turned to tears when he didn't even attempt to stay, even though I begged him not to leave the safety of my locked room, every part of my skin missed his touch.

I wanted us to at least take our turns in the bathroom, maybe even try to convince him that it was only right that we should save water and shower together...if I could find the nerve to actually tell him that. Unfortunately, I didn't get my way. He wanted to go to his own room and grab his essentials to use his own bathroom.

Promising me that he would be fast and insisting I stay within the locked room, he went off to soap his own naked body, leaving me to a much needed cold shower. So I did as he asked. I got under the cool water and washed my body clean after I checked three times that I had locked the door securely. Normally I would shower for thirty minutes, but I was under the jets and back out in less than ten, with my towel drying the remains of moisture from my body. It took only fifteen minutes for me to be dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt before I was checking the door again, still afraid I had not closed it securely.

All I could do then was wait, stand and stare at the door until his knock would tell me he was back, that he was safe. I tried to look away from the adjoining door that led to Rosalie's room, fighting back the tears of my lost friend who should be here now, talking me through the desires I had for Emmett. Stupidity suddenly slapped me in the face for forgetting to check that door, for not making sure that it, too, was locked. I ran over and turned the small key, before trying in vain to open it, finally satisfied that it was secure.

The call of the autumn storm had me walking over to the window, to look out over the less than calm, moonlit lake. Instead of a waning moon reflected perfectly over the water, with ripples from the crashing of the raindrops creating patterns from the meeting of heavens tears, what I saw was nothing more than a violent, crushing fight. The winds that howled through the rain and caused it to attack the windows of the cabin had the waters of Superior crashing around like it was a raging fire of H20. It looked like Mother Nature was at war with the Lady of the Lake, the winds carrying their terrifying screams through the trees, each bending to their will.

The reflected shadows from the nearby trees added a sinister feel to night time's picture. It would have been perfect for a halloween setting if I wasn't fearing that every noise, every flicker of light was some guy in a white mask.

My eyes became lost in the surrounding scene, my mind creating unnerving images on the night that pagan history told us that spirits were free to walk again. I wondered if Rosalie and Jasper's departed souls had met, if they were free to walk away from all that the knot in my stomach told me was going to happen. I wanted to believe that I was worrying about nothing, that the representations of monsters in the darkened grove were not a warning to me.

I wanted to feel safe again, to be away from everything; from the hourglass that had time slowly slipping away from me, the time that I had left on this mortal plain.

A knock at the door drew a small scream from me and I turned to look at it, slightly apprehensive about moving. Every horror movie I had ever watched flooded my mind, imagining every possible killer that could be standing just outside in the hall. My chest tightened as I succumbed to paranoia, my feet refusing to move as fear began to take over.

"Seth?" Emmett's hushed voice called from the other side, and I found myself almost running towards the door, fighting back the need to fall to the floor and cry.

When he was safely back inside, after slightly dragging him into the room, I relocked the door; a sigh of relief finally left my lips.

"Everything ok, Seth?" he asked, as he placed his fingers under my chin and pulled our eyes together. "You look as white as a ghost."

I nodded and forced a smile onto my face so that the worry would leave him. "It's just this place, everything that has happened, it's kinda getting to me."

He shocked me by taking my hand and squeezing it tightly. "I'm here, and tomorrow the weather should be clear. We will get out of this safely."

I wanted more than anything to belief him, for this all to be just some nightmare that I would wake up from and laugh about with my mother at breakfast, before calling Rosalie and telling her the same thing. I really wanted to hear Rosalie's voice, just one more time.

"I hope so," I told him, as I squeezed his hand in return.

A crack of thunder made Emmett scream and almost jump into my arms, the force of his body knocking me back slightly. We both stared at each other for a few seconds before laughing; real, carefree laughs, the sound that the cabin should have been filled with. The weekend should have been blessed with happiness and celebration, not murder and betrayal.

"Let's get to sleep so we can get up early and get the hell outta here," Emmett grinned. "You take the bed, I'll take the chair."

I looked over at the king-sized bed, then at the small chair he was intending to sleep on. "You can't sleep on that, it's too small," I said, as I tried to imagine him even sitting in it comfortably, never mind getting a decent nights sleep. "Let me take the chair."

As I tried to walk over to the place I intended to sleep, he clasped his hand around my wrist. "How about we share the bed, it's more than big enough."

He was teasing, I knew he must have been..there was no way I was lucky enough to share a bed with Emmett McCarty! His laughter had me staring at his face. "Seth, don't look so worried, I'm not planning on fucking you! We can just sleep."

Disappointment washed over me when he said he didn't want to fuck me, and I had to get a hold of myself so he wouldn't notice as he walked over to the bed and got under the covers. Something deep inside had me locked in place as I watched him pat the space next to him, the spot where he intended for me to lay down.

Stop standing like an idiot and move! I told myself, and forced my legs to walk towards the bed, nervously getting under the covers. I pulled the sheets over me and laid there as stiff as a corpse after turning off the lights, too terrified to move; something he found incredibly amusing.

"Fuck, Seth, relax...come here." Emmett pulled me onto my side so that my chest crashed into his. I just wished it was the first part of my body that met his, and not the rock hard trouser snake that refused to play dead.

"Shit, fuck, sorry!" I exclaimed, as I tried to pull myself away from him in embarrassment.

The moonlight reflected off his eyes in the darkness as they creased into a smile. Instead of allowing me to move, he placed his hand on my ass and pulled our groins together, and this time mine wasn't the only one that was as hard as a statue. I started to speak, but his lips attacked mine before I had a chance to protest. I couldn't make my mouth move in time with his, to mould in place and enjoy the moment. He forced me onto my back, his own body then sheeted over me. Suddenly I remembered what to do, how to enjoy the feeling that was re-awakened inside me.

Once I gave in I couldn't help myself, my teenage hormones took over and I lost myself in his kiss. My legs wrapped around his body as he started to dry hump our clothed erections. Thoughts of Edward tried to invade the moment, and I pushed them aside and lost myself in the lust that was filling my body, the moans from Emmett making me want to cum instantly. He removed his lips from mine and found the lobe of my ear, which he nibbled while his hands moved down my body, resting on the waist of my sweats before he started to remove them.

"N-no!" I exclaimed, wanting to push him off even though I was already becoming his slave. "Oh...shit," was all that left me as I thrust my groin up into his, tightening my legs around him.

My pants were already at my ankles when he spoke, while his lips caressed my neck. "Don't worry...I won't fuck you...not tonight, anyway," he said between kisses. His hands then removed my shirt which he used to lock my arms in place above my head, his body gasping above me. "I really like you, Seth. I always have, and I do want to feel your ass around my cock, but not tonight. Tonight, I just want to worship you. I want something good to come of this weekend, I want you!"

He moved his lips back to mine and I gave into to the adoration he wanted to bestow upon me, as I kicked off my pants and laid naked below him. After removing his own shirt, his mouth moved down my body, searching every inch of my chest with his tongue that had electricity charging through me. As he circled his tongue over my navel, I felt him removing his own pants so that we were both naked. I pulled the sheet off of us and wanted to look at his naked body, but as his mouth wrapped around the tip of my cock, my head fell backwards from the sensation that took hold of my body.

I was no virgin to the touch of another man, but Emmett was different than Edward. He had the ability to clear my head of thoughts of lost love as my cock was lost down his throat. While fighting back the urge to shoot my load, I pulled my head down so I could look at him again and marvel at the moonlight dancing over his naked body. It was like Luna herself had painted the most perfect man in her light. He was like a lantern in the dark, the only thing I could see, the only thing I wanted to see.

One of his hands snaked up my body while the other had found interest in my ass and, more importantly, my hole. My body was already screaming that it wanted to climax well before he used his fingers to break my ring, and he was inside me for mere seconds before I pulled a pillow over my face and screamed my orgasm into it. My whole body convulsed in pleasure.

Once the last spray of cum had left me and my heart rate slowed a little, his small kisses were moving back up my body until he was laying beside me again. We didn't speak, but just stared into each other's moonlit-colored eyes for a while as he pulled our bodies together again. His orbs were breathtaking, that beautiful blue reflecting the moon perfectly. I was drinking in his breath, tasting everything that was Emmett McCarty while his hands made small circles over my back. I could feel his throbbing erection against my leg and knew that he hadn't received any satisfaction from what he did to me, yet he didn't seem inclined to pursue the matter. So, I did what most of the girls in school wanted to do...I reached my hand down and gripped his large muscle.

His body shuddered in pleasure from my touch, and he fell onto his back, pulling me over him like I was a wave in the ocean about to make love with the sand. I didn't pull him in for a kiss as I thrusted against his cock with one hand while tickling the head with the other, I just stared into his alluring eyes as I worked his body towards its release. He didn't pull my face towards his, either... he just looked back at me while grunting and moaning as I worked his cock harder. As my own erection returned, I allowed the heads of each to meet, rubbing them over each other as I worked us both simultaneously, my own need to cum again burning deep inside me.

It wasn't long before our ejaculations were spraying from our cocks, covering both of our groins in crystal heat as we screamed out into the night like wolves howling at a full moon. I fell onto his body, not caring that all we wore was liquid clothing, and we fell into a sound sleep; my head wondering if I really did hear him say I love you.

...

"So, you were telling us that you all slept in your own rooms, other than Mr McCarty, who stayed in yours. Is that correct, Seth?" Chief Swan asks.

He and my mother returned after Dr. Swan had done her checks and agreed that they could come in again, not before telling me that I was improving and could probably go home soon. My mother is as relieved as I am, but we both know that I won't be going anywhere until I finish my story.

"Yes," I answer, looking at my mother, who is finally getting over the mistake I made by staying in the room with a possible killer.

"So what happened next?"

I watch as Dr. Swan leaves the room, wishing this was already over. "The sound of screams woke us up."

...

For farmers or people that live out in the country, the rooster would wake everyone at the break of dawn with with it's cock-a-doodle-doo, yet at the cabin we weren't blessed with such a sweet song. I woke with a start, still in Emmett's arms, to the sound of a high-pitched scream. For a few seconds I thought I was still lying with Edward and that we had left the tv on again like we so often had, but then harsh reality ran through my body as Emmett sat bolt upright, pulling me into his embrace.

"What the fuck?" he asked, eyes squinted at me through the morning light that was trying to break through the still-pouring rain.

The scream happened again, only this time it was joined in it's sinister sound by another. We both darted from the bed, pulled on the clothing we had discarded in passion and ran to the door, unlocked it, and stepped out into the hall. I was still getting my bearings, trying to focus my eyes as I looked up and down the large hallway, finally looking in the same direction as Emmett.

Alice and Esme were standing outside one of the rooms, both still screaming as they stared at whatever horrors lie within. I followed Emmett as we walked towards the door and peered inside, only to be knocked to the floor from the force of his shock that had him jumping back.

"I...told her...we should share...she wouldn't listen!" Esme cried, and I looked through the legs of Emmett and into the room, finally seeing what had the others freaked out.

I'd hoped I had already seen enough terror that weekend, that last night was the end of it all, but as I got to my feet and walked into the room, I knew I was wrong. The room was slightly larger than my own, but the bed was no longer made up with the silk sheets that graced the other rooms. There was Nettie, covered in her own blood. It wasn't until I got closer that I even realized her stomach appeared to have been gutted, her insides now decorating the bed and most of her chest, while a large kitchen knife was lodged in her neck.

Emmett walked up beside me, his skin white in shock. "Don't touch anything, this is all evidence," he said.

"Evidence? My sister is not...not evidence!" I looked back at Esme, watching her fall to the floor and shoo Alice away from her. "Don't touch me...you...you all did this!"

I stood and watched the hysterical girl pull her knees into her chest, her head shaking from side to side as more and more tears fell. Alice just stood beside her, not knowing what to say or do. As her eyes moved in my direction I pulled mine away, and it was then I noticed the writing above the door.

Painted in blood above the alcove of the entrance were the words: three down, three to go!

You didn't have to be at the top of your math class, as I was, to add it up...the athlete beside me worked it out all by himself. "Three to go? But there are four of us! That must mean..."

"One of us is the killer," I finished, still staring at the dried blood as the two girls moved into the room to look at what we had found so disturbing.

As everyone seemed to move in closer, I pulled my arms around my body, not wanting to touch any of them. One of them was the killer! Who could do such a thing?

Alice didn't stand around long, she was the first to burst from the room. "Fuck this shit!" was the last I heard from her as she ran away, leaving the three of us to follow her pursuit. We ran after her, down the stairs and back into the living area, but Alice wasn't alone this time; she had a gun!

It was as if she held a freeze ray in her hands, because as soon as we all saw it, we froze in place; glued to the floor. An old saying ran through my head: guns don't kill people, people kill people.

"Shit! Where the fuck did you get a gun?" Esme exclaimed, while Alice kept pointing the weapon at each of us in turn, with fear in her eyes.

"Daddy's closet...he always keeps one handy for crazy people like you!" I nervously swallowed when I saw that the pistol was pointed my way, murderous intent in her eyes.

"Alice...put the gun down. Seth didn't do this, he was with me, all night," Emmett said, slowly walking towards Alice, only stopping when she pointed it at him.

"Stay back...all of you!" she demanded, and each of us took a step back in fear.

"It's going to be ok, let's just get in the van and go. The storm is calmer now," Emmett continued, his eyes on the gun that was again poised in my direction.

She shook her head, tears raging from her and as she spoke, she repeatedly thrust the gun at me. "We can't! I went out this morning and the tires were already slashed! I ran to wake Esme and Nettie, we were gonna leave you here, get away safely, but Nettie is...is..."

"You went outside, alone?" Esme said from my side. "You were going to leave us all, weren't you? I know you, Alice, I know you too fucking well! But you came back when you needed us, after you realized that you were as fucked as my sister, Rosalie and Jasper. I wouldn't be surprised if it was you who killed them all!"

I was still processing the information about the tires while the fight of words broke out around me, the two girls throwing their accusations back and forth.

"Me? I could never kill anyone!" she insisted.

"Except Jasper!" All eyes turned to Emmett, the man who towered over all of us, just standing there with his arms folded, anger building in his eyes. "You said yourself that you hoped he rotted in the rain, we all heard you. And we all know how Rosalie knew all of your secrets, so it's no shock that you would kill her, but why the rest of us?"

Somehow his words made sense. Alice would have a reason to kill her friend, but were the secrets that Rosalie knew really enough to make her kill us?

Alice was shaking her head, a pleading look on her face as she tried to defend herself, the gun still aimed at me. "No, we are all friends," she said, looking from Emmett to Esme. "But he is different! He did this, can't you see?"

I wanted to run away from the loaded weapon, terrified that I stood on the brink of death. "None of us left the room, Alice. Seth and I were together the whole time, only you and Esme were alone, and why would she kill her own sister?"

"You were alone." The words left me before I had chance to control them, and as all eyes settled on me, I knew I had to explain myself to them. "I mean...Emmett left to take a shower."

He was shaking his head at me in disbelief, tears filling his eyes. "Seth, you think I could..."

His words were interrupted by Esme who had screamed and lunged for Alice, her words cut short by the loud bang of the gun.

I stood in shock as Emmett's eyes widened in horror...or was it pain?

AN - thanks so much for reading, this will only be a three part story and the next instalment will be along soon.