Punk A/N -hello writing mojo we missed you. Seriously huge bloody thanks to those who have stuck with us and our amazing wink who took on this ch for us!

Angel A/N - Well, well, well, lookie here another chapter so soon? Lets just say the reviews we have been receiving have definitely fueled my muse back to excitement. Thank you so very freaking much to KatieWinkles. And a HUGE thank you to my fic wifey for the awesome tumblr inspiration! Now let the killing begin.

CHAPTER 10

THURS 25th FEB

"They thought they could do it without being caught. But when we do something naughty, we are always caught. Then, we are punished. Punishment is absolute, punishment is good." - Mother Superior, 'Silent Night, Deadly Night'

"Woohoo, good one!" Quill cheers Embry on as another bullet from his father's stolen .45 meets its demise in the row of beer cans.

"Shhh, keep it down. Do you want us to get caught?" Claire slurs from her spot on the blanket with Leah, too drunk to realize the firing of the gun is louder than Quill's exclamations of delight.

The girls are sipping from their respective beers as they watch their boyfriends shoot the empties off of gravestones.

"Oh hush yourself, Claire! No ones out here." Embry squints and sways as he raises the gun, his aim impeded by his drunken vision. The bullet ricochets off the top of the stone.

"Well I don't care. You don't want Chief Swan to come bust us, do ya?" Claire tries to argue. Both boys just laugh, ignoring her drunken retort as they continue shooting at the cans.

The couples are out, drinking under the twilight sky surrounded by the gravestones of Forks' small cemetery. The gray markers are evenly placed, like soldiers in a parade to death. Even though the town was placed under a mandatory curfew the day before, these typical teenagers are living off the high of disobeying the law, believing themselves to be immortal.

Just as the loud clink of another can bouncing off the headstone echos through the silence, a moving shadow in the trees catches Quill's eye.

"Dude, did you see that?" he whispers to Embry.

"See what?" Embry aims once again but as he shoots the empty gun clicks. "Shit, I'm out."

"There in the trees." Just as Quill points towards the row of trees lining the back of the cemetery the leaves rustle again as if some unseen force was shaking the tree.

"Fuck, it's probably a deer or something. Here, reload me and we'll go take that shit down." Embry passes the gun back to Quill as they walk toward the blanket the girls are still sitting on. The idea of actually hunting something adds a thrill to his boring night.

"Dude, you cant take a deer down with a .45."

"Just load me up and watch me, dipshit." Embry's inebriated brain isn't willing to back down.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Leah asks.

"Quill saw a deer in the forest and I'm gonna go take it out. You wanna watch, baby?" Crouched next to her, Embry nuzzles into his girlfriend's neck.

Leah tries not to laugh in her boyfriend's face. "Whatever, you can't even hit those cans, what makes you think you're gonna take out a moving object?"

With that, a rush of testosterone runs through Embry's blood, his innate need to show his girlfriend how much of a man he really is taking over from logic. "Watch me. Gimme the gun, Quill." Embry reaches behind him as he keeps his eyes on his girlfriend, showing her with a look that later she will be his to hunt down too.

Embry and Quill make their way towards the trees on unsteady legs, both showing the effects of the copious cans of beer they have ingested as their girlfriends trail behind.

Just as they reach the row of trees, Quill tugs at Claire's hand and pulls her towards him. "Hey, lets go this way," he whispers, his head nodding in the opposite direction that the other two are heading. He has the twinkle in his eye that Claire knows all too well, that glint that can only mean one thing. As if confirming what she already knows, Quill presses himself into her hip with a gentle nudge. "Hey, we'll catch up to you two," he calls after Embry and Leah as they continue walking into the forest.

"Whatever, fuck head! I'm gonna go catch this shit so don't take too long." Embry is set on his mission to show Leah he can kill whatever is that's wandering around out there.

Claire giggles as they walk away. Quill tugs her towards a low lying willow tree. He places her back to it before leaning in. His hands cup her face as he brushes her lips with his. His hands eagerly tug at the button on Claire's jeans. Her hands keep pushing him away in attempt to get him to stop. The actions half hearted at best.

Quill backs off just enough to whisper. "Come on baby. You're always saying how you wanna do it outside. Here's our chance. No ones around to see." His tone is low and husky in an attempt to try to seduce her into getting what he wants.

The alcohol in Claire's system is just enough to break down her inhibitions and get her to bend to his will. She stops batting his hands away and lets him continue. She moves in to kiss him again as her eyes droop shut. Claire's hands glide up Quill's arms and drape over his shoulders letting him unzip her pants. Their kiss deepens just as his fingertips make contact with her cotton panties.

A sound makes Claire's eyes pop open. With her mouth still attached to his Claire can only squeak out at what she sees. Quill thinks shes enjoying it as his fingers delve clumsily through the curls under her panties. A little too late he realizes something is wrong as Claire freezes, her muscles locking up as if suddenly turning to stone. He pulls back just far enough to see his girlfriends eyes widen and her mouth open as if to scream, but no sound escapes, she's just frozen in fear.

~DR~

Hidden under the shadowy canopy of the trees, the killer's eyes sparkle with anticipation. A thrill of apprehension licks over his skin like a shiver caused by the touch of frost on a winter night. He'd been biding his time for this night for so many months, planning, scheming, waiting for the perfect moment to exact his revenge on the sheep he is stalking now. Keeping himself in check by promising himself that patience will be rewarded. The killer stays as far back from his prey as possible as he follows the drunken fools into the forest. Their drunken stumbling making such a ruckus he would have found them with his eyes closed if he hadn't already been watching them for the last hour.

Like a predator of the night, the killer steps silently between dried leaves and over broken branches so as not to alert his prey of their impending demise. The corners of his mouth turn up in a wicked smile when Quill and his whore break away from the others. Things couldn't be happening more perfectly if he had arranged for events to unfold himself, with suggestions and prods here and there the killer had set this night up. He'd been the one to suggest the little get together and soon they will be punished for their irresponsibility.

His grip tightens around the helve of the axe as he looks at the fumbling couple awkwardly kissing against a willow tree. His growing hard on isn't from seeing them kiss and fondle but rather from the thrill of anticipation coursing through his veins, spreading through his bloodstream like pure unadulterated lust. The hunt is foreplay. The kill is the rush. Death is what it is all about. The moment of pleasure that brings him closer and closer to the apex of revenge.

As if knowing his thoughts, an arm wraps around his waist, petite fingers wrapping around his shaft to add to the pleasure of the building thrill. His little vixen has always know exactly what he is thinking, it's like she has always been in his head. Like she knows where his thoughts are going before he himself has even made a conscious decision. It's the one thing that drew him to her all those months ago. When everyone else thought he was melancholy and consumed by his family's loss, she knew that he was already formulating his violent vengeance. Deliberately he places his hand over hers pushing her palm firmly against his cock, almost groaning at the sensation.

Turning his head towards her he presses a kiss against her ski-mask covered lips in a pledge that there will be more later. Letting go of her hand he calculatingly takes a stride forward and steps on a fallen branch, breaking the dried wood with an audible crack that echoes through the forest.

Claire's horror filled expression is a deathmask the killer wishes he could preserve and guild in the finest gold, the perfection of her wide eyes and gaping mouth would be a pleasure to display in his house of horrors. But as much as the killer wishes he could draw this out, make them suffer, his patience is spent and in one swift movement he brings the pick axe up in an arch before bringing it down. The sharp point breaks through the back of Quill's skill, cracking his occipital bone open like the shell of a freshly boiled egg, before exiting through his mouth and into Claire's gaping, silent scream. Death leaves their bodies with twitches and spasms. The only thing keeping them up is the ax that is still lodged into the trunk of the willow tree.

~DR~

Leah is getting more and more annoyed by Embry's fake bravado. Why the fuck he has to stumble his drunk ass around in the dark to prove his manlyhood is beyond her. She knows he's all talk and no action. He's more likely to piss himself than shoot a deer. But she's appeasingly playing along in an attempt to not emasculate him any more than she usually does.

"Embry, hold up." Leah places her hand on Embry's shoulder in an attempt to stop him. The sound she heard ringing through the forest sounded like a crack of a metal whip. "Did you hear that?" Leah asks, frowning her concern.

"What," Embry laughs, "you scared of a little night hunting?"

"No, you idiot," Leah says before cracking him one behind the head. "Something's not right. QUILL? CLAIRE?"

When no answer comes Leah grabs Embry's wrist, tugging him towards her and back in the direction they came from. "Come on, lets go find them."

"But we're hunting." Leah's expression alone makes Embry acquiesce, he learnt long ago to do as his girlfriend said if he ever wanted to see any action. "Okay, okay."

"QUILL? CLAIRE? WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?" Leah calls as her and Embry stumble their way through the dark forest, straining to see with the limited light the moon is getting through the canopy of leaves. They don't notice that its gone eerily silent. Not a single sound can be heard, its like all the nightlife has been scared off, sent running for their lives into the dead of night.

"Quill, dammit, don't be dicking around!" The feeling that something is wrong is niggling at Leah's subconscious like a repressed memory trying to break free.

"Clai-" Leah almost chokes on her words as she steps around a tree to find their friends pinned to a tree, blood trickling from the gaping hole around the logged pick ax. With both hands clamped over her mouth, eyes wide with sickening horror, Leah looks at her fiends lifeless bodies, dangling like raggedy Anne dolls.

From behind the tree two figures come into view, like inky shadows fading into sight. One large, one small. Both wearing ski masks with what looks like antlers sticking out from the tops of their heads. Behind Leah, Embry laughs, thinking this is one hilarious practical joke; but Leah knows this is no joke. She can smell the metallic tang of the freshly spilt, dripping red blood. When the smaller of the two monster raises their hand a beam of light is reflected from the silver metal of an ax like the warning a lighthouse gives the sailors before their demise. Adrenalin flashes through Leah's blood in an instant, urging her to action her body instinctively knowing she needs to flee. Pinpricks running along her limbs as if to urge her into retreat.

Stumbling backwards, Leah slips in the pool of blood around her friends falling to the dirt covered ground. With legs kicking, she pushes herself back, trying to get back up but slipping again. The killer watches for the briefest of moments as his vixen brings the axe down, lodging it in Leah's eye. The agony of cheek bone splintering steals the last of her fight out of her and all she is able to do is raise her arms over her head in a futile attempt to beg for her life.

"No, no, no."

Leah's gurgled attempted pleas provide a soundtrack to her murder. Each blow or the ax, shatters her arms as they try to protect her head from the heavy blows of the sharpened blade. The vixen enjoys splitting Leah's skull, she's lost in the fervour of each blow to Leah's pretty face as it turns to red pulp, brain matter joining the splatter of life force coating the surrounding trees and the pale bodies of Quill and Claire.

The killer would have liked to savour the sight of his vixen getting coated in blood but the moment Leah scarmbles backwards is the moment Embry realises that what he thinks is the prank of the century is in fact horror way beyond his comprehension. Embry doesn't even for one moment consider saving his girlfriend, his true colors win over chivalry and bravado the instance he turns to run away in an attempt to save his pathetic life.

Unfortunately for him, escape is not an option and fortunately for the killer Embry is too drunk to find true survival. In a flash the killer pulls the pick axe from Quill and Claire's dead bodies, throwing it through the air. As the axe spears Embrey, his body is lifted off the ground and his head is lodged into a tree with a dull thud, bark falls to the ground like brown snowflakes as haunting silence returns to the forest.

~DR~

It has been three days since Jacob had ran out on Bella. She is still torn up about everything that had happened. Hell, she not a virgin anymore and as much as she was eager to give her virtue to who she believes is the sunshine of her life, she isn't so sure anymore. Since the town is still on lockdown per her dad the great sheriff, Bella is beginning to feel like a prisoner in her own home. Her dad even has her escorted to a from Rose and Alice's houses when it got to be too much and she needed out. But not tonight. Tonight she snuck out and went to the one place she knows she can clear her head and organize her thoughts. Her secret place of peace and solitude during a turbulent time of loss and senseless violence.

Bella brushes the few stray leaves off the top of her mother gravestone. She slinks her body down till her back rests against the side of the stone. She closes her eyes and takes what feels like the first deep breath in weeks.

"Hi mom," Bella says on an exhale. "Sorry it's been so long but things have been crazy around here. Dad's, good. I think. I mean I don't really see him much lately with all that's happening but I know that's not his fault."

Bella continues talking, her head tilted up to the sky. She shares everything about Jacob and everything that has been going on in their relationship.

"And then there's this other guy mom. Edward. He moved here after you were gone so you never met him but, he's...different. I don't even know how to explain it. I barely know him really but at the same time every time were near each other I feel just, drawn to him. I feel like something inside of me knows him and is trying to pull me to him. When I'm near him I just feel at peace. I feel safe. Ugh, I just don't even know how to explain it. I'm so confused mom. I really wish you were here."

Bella finishes off her conversation feeling better than she has in weeks even though she got no response, no resolution for the tumultuous emotions brewing inside her. Sometimes just verbalising her emotions and experiences is enough to give her momentary peace. She kisses her her fingertips and brushes them against the top of the headstone as she stands up. With her hands in her pockets and her head down she leaves the cemetery lost in her own thoughts. The chemical smell of a cigarettes makes her head rise.

Sitting two graves away is Edward, watching her. He jumps off the headstone he was perched on as he sees her notice him.

"Hey, I saw you but you looked kinda lost in your own world so I didn't wanna interrupt you." Edward looks sheepish as he snuffs out the smoke with the heel of his boot.

Bella can't help but smile when she realizes she is actually glad to see him. A true, friendly face. She wonders where he's been and why she hasn't seen him lately but then remembers with the city shut down they have been stuck in doors anyways. The house arrest the town seems to be keeping friends apart.

"Nah, it's fine. What brings you out here?" With her palm facing up, Bella gestures in a circle to the cemetery around them.

"Visiting, you know just had to get away." Edward answers as honestly as he can, he isn't ready to tell Bella about his family's deep dark secret. "This lockdowns got me going a little nuts. I like the outdoors. I don't like being stuck in my house so much."

Sprinkles of rain have begin to fall guiding Bella unconsciously over to a big Oak tree providing cover by decades worth of branches. She sits on the ground leaning against the trunk, patting the grass next to her. Without hesitation Edward joins her.

"Yeah, I think this lockdowns got everyone going a little stir crazy. Like a month long full moon, ya know," Bella jokes.

Edward nods towards where Bella just came from. "So who were you visiting? You looked pretty deep in conversation there."

Bella's eyes follow to her mothers grave. "Ahh, my mom. I come out to talk to her when I need to figure things out."

Edward nods along, like he gets exactly what she's talking about. Like he understands loss and the unexplained need to still talk to those lost.

"It's nice to have someone to talk to. I mean, I can't even talk to Jacob about my mom. He always shuts me down the moment she comes up. It's so frustrating. So with everything going on it's nice to come out here. Course, I had to sneak out of the house so God knows what my dad will say when I get home."

Bella stops as she realizes how much she has just revealed to edward. She can't remember another time she told someone that much about herself when they hadn't really even asked for it first. She's once again drawn to the fact that theres just something about Edward that makes her want to open up.

"Yeah, I get it. There are people in my life, no longer there either. It's nice to have someone to get all those thoughts out with. Even if they aren't able to respond."

Bella looks at Edward, really looks at him for a moment as if for the first time noticing the hauntedness of his eyes. She can tell he's truly sympathetic to what shes saying. Not in the usually way that Jacob would be, only hoping to get her to be quiet and move on so he can get what he wants. Bella realizes in that moment how much things have truly changed between her and Jacob. When she finds that she feels happier sitting here with Edward than she has with Jacob in a long time.

Sitting huddled closely under the ancient oak tree, they continue talking for a bit longer, random subjects spilling out. There are no uncomfortable moments or extended silences, the conversation doesn't dull for one moment. The conversation is easy, comfortable like well worn jeans. After some time, Bella looks out to realize the rain has broken.

"The rain seems to have finally let up," Bella says as she pushes herself up off the ground. "I should get home before my dad gets the entire police department up in arms and looking for me."

"Want a lift?" Edward asks, his keys already in his hand.

With her arms wrapped around herself, her palm rubbing up her goose pimpled flesh in an attempt to warm herself, Bella nods, "Yeah, sure."

The cold night wraps around Bella like a blanket, making her shiver for a moment before a warm jacket is draped over her shoulders. She offers Edward a small smile in thanks before heading towards the old wooden cemetery gate.

Bella frowns as the feeling of being watched washes over her. She turns her head looking over the deserted cemetery to find nothing but headstones but the feeling persists. She can feel eyes on her. Deep down in her gut she knows someone is there, watching from a hiding place amongst the monuments to death. She doesn't know where and she doesn't know why but she can feel it deep inside in the same way she knew something had happened to her mother before getting confirmation that fateful day.

Holding the door open for her, Edward waits for her to slide into the passenger seat and as the door closes she is grateful to have a ride home and for once not be alone.

~DR~

Chief Swan's eye's scan back and forth taking in the gory display before him. All of his years on the job and his fair share of violent scene's pale in comparison to the sight of teenagers' mangled bodies strung up between the otherwise peaceful gravestones. Limbs are stretched wide as if waiting for the embrace from a lover who was supposed to save them. This mass scene of death is enough to make even the most seasoned cops blood run cold and makes it clear to even the most rookie of cops that the killer is enjoying his handiwork.

"Any idea who they are Chief?" Seth asks from his position next to Charlie.

"You're guess is as good as Mine," Charlie replies as he takes a step in the direction of the macabre message in an attempt to get a closer look.

By just looking over the bodies Charlie can't be sure who they are. Their faces violently erased like the lives they were peacefully living. He will have to wait for dental records, or looking over the condition of the bodies more likely fingerprints, before knowing who these poor unfortunate souls are.

Charlie walks along the line of stretched out, pale corpses noticing that each victim is missing a single item of clothing from their torso. The blood covered breasts of the two female victims make that clear as the fact that they were killed violently; bloody words are etched in blood on each victim's skin.

Charlie's gaze moves from one body to the other reading the killer's most recent message.

FOR-PROTECTING-THE-WHORE

The name chiseled into the stone the last body is tied to is what makes Charlie freeze, his eyes widening.

Renee Swan.

PUNK A/N- OOOOOO few more clues? Anyone figure it out? everyone ready to wrap up the final climax….Itsssss cominggggg

ANGEL A/N- The end is nigh! Final days are here! Who's excited?

Here's a little something-something as reward to those of you who have been spending this long journey with us. The first reader to guess correctly who both killers are gets to pre-read the next chapter before we post it. So hit the review button right there and tell us who you think is out for blood?