If anyone is interested I started a crossover of Twilight and Friday the 13th... having fun with it :) Check it out if you're bored!
A newscast blared over the television and everyone rushed from their corners of the house to gather in the living room.
"Turn it up," Jasper ordered.
"Like we need it," Emmett said back, though gave in to his request.
A pretty blond woman held a microphone in front of her face and spoke into the camera, seeming to make eye contact with each of them individually. "Three local teens have been reported missing from the town of Marshall."
"What is this?" Carlisle asked standing closest to the television but off to the side.
Caleb pointed at the television, recognizing the pictures that were flashed up on the screen. "Oh shit." When Carlisle and Esme both looked at him after he cursed, he was about to apologize but he decide to go on. "Those... those are my friends from school. Chris Martin..." He looked at his father.
"Dr. Martin's son," he concluded, looking down toward the espresso hardwood floor.
"What happened to them?" Alexandra asked, looking around.
A loud banging knock at the door followed by the doorbell caught everyone's attention. Carlisle looked to Alice.
"Dr. Martin," she informed him.
Carlisle hurried to the door to find his frantic co-worker pacing at the step.
"Dr. Cullen," he said, rushing in. Grief clung to his expression and he placed his hands on both of Carlisle's shoulders. "My son... he's gone. Has Caleb seen him? Is he here?"
He shook his head, but called for his son. "Caleb!"
Caleb and Delilah emerged from the other room, both showing obvious angst in their eyes.
"Have you seen Chris?" Dr. Martin asked the two of them. He was nearly crying, but held back.
Caleb's mouth dropped open and he slowly shook his head. "No... not since." He swallowed hard, "Not since we got back from Italy."
"He was worried about you," the man went on, "He thought someone kidnapped you; some man with dark hair. He said he reminded him of a vampire."
Carlisle and Caleb made eye contact before Caleb took the lead.
"We were meeting up some nights," he explained, "The two of us, Delilah and Donny and Mary."
Dr. Martin nodded, urging him to continue.
"We met up in this cave," Caleb went on, "We kind of referred to it as an immortal society... just for fun."
"Who was the man that came and pulled you out?"
"It was-"
"My uncle," Delilah cut in. "He was here visiting."
He looked at the two of them for a moment. "Do you know where they might be? Chris, Donny, Mary..." He swallowed hard, "Where is this cave?"
"In the woods out behind the school," Caleb explained.
Carlisle closed his eyes for a moment, not knowing what kind of position they'd put themselves in.
"Could they be there?" the frightened father asked.
"I-I don't know," Caleb confessed, "Maybe."
"Carlisle," Emmett called, "You gotta see this."
Carlisle exchanged a glance with Dr. Martin, and then waved him inside. The four of them made their way into the living room where Edward, Bella, Alice, Jasper, Nicole and Salvatore had slipped away to keep Carlisle's acquaintance from noticing their oversized live-in family."
Despite their thinned out group, his eyes still showed his a small amount of amazement in the number of people residing in the living room.
Emmett gave a sympathetic wave and turned up the television.
"What's this?" Dr. Martin asked, staring wide-eyed at the screen.
The same blond woman continued to report. "The four bodies were found in the woods not far from a local, private school..."
"Who's bodies?" His voice trembled as he spoke.
"Four men who appear to be between the ages of twenty-five and forty," the news anchor said, as if replying to the doctor's question.
Dr. Martin let out a thankful, decompressing sigh and put a hand on his chest in relief. "It's not them. It's not Chris." He felt for a chair that lingered behind him in the corner of the room and nearly stumbled sitting down.
Esme rushed to his side, helping him the rest of the way down. She looked at Carlisle, sensing his heart rate begin to climb.
"Are you alright?" Carlisle asked him, squatting down beside him.
Dr. Martin breathed in heavily. He kept his hand on his chest and then pressed his eyes shut tight, gritting his teeth. He winced and shook his head as his body tensed up.
"I've got to get you to a hospital." He stood up and glanced at Esme who asked him with her eyes what to do. "Call 9-1-1."
Caleb stood grief-stricken at the scene before him, feeling somehow responsible. He had to figure out what was going on and if Chris was alright.
"We're going to get you to the hospital," Carlisle encouraged Dr. Martin, going through initial procedures to stabilize somebody going into cardiac arrest.
Caleb made a bolt for the door, not being questioned by anyone, though he suspected there were a few looks in his direction. Delilah was right on his heels, looking over her shoulder as she chased after him.
"Where are you going?" she called once they were outside and the door had slammed behind them.
"To find Chris," he explained, running off toward the school.
"Hey!" a female voice called in the darkness, making both of them jump and scream.
"Alice." Caleb came to a halt and closed his eyes as he braced himself.
"Sorry to scare you." She looked at him.
"You know something." He didn't ask what he already knew.
"Chris is okay. He's alive."
"What?" A relieved half-smile took over his face. "What about his dad? Is he having a heart attack?"
"He's going to be okay. I didn't tell your dad that but... yes he's going to be fine."
Caleb continued to grin.
"There is some bad news."
Caleb's smile faded. "What?"
"I'll let him tell you once we get to the cave," Alice said.
"Chris is at the cave?"
She nodded.
"What happened?"
Alice sighed and pulled on his arm. "Come on..."