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Chapter 24
Cullen House
Forks, Washington
June 2034 – 12:00 p.m.
They met at the Cullens' house the next day, as they didn't want the kids to find out what they were doing. And after the argument from the day prior, Carlisle found it unlikely that Jasper would come home. They gathered around the computer, all of them nervous and apprehensive about what they might find.
They typed Edward Masen into the Google search bar and hit enter—none of them prepared for what they saw:
Another Bank Robbed in Broad Daylight by Notorious Couple
Edward Masen and Isabella Swan Wanted in Connection with Bank Robbery
Yet Another Bank Robbed By Duo
Security Guard Shot During Daylight Robbery of Bank
Young Woman Shot Dead by Female Bank Robber
Masen Heir on the Run with Police Chief's Daughter
Notorious Killer Couple Dead in Double Suicide
What brought them up short was how the Forks Gazette wrote the last headline.
"Jesus Christ," Emmett breathed.
"They were here? In Forks?" Esme asked.
"Click that link, Carlisle."
Notorious Killer Couple Dead in Double Suicide
By Jessica Stanley
Forks, 1986 - The notorious bank robbing, murdering duo of Edward Masen and Isabella Swan died today in a double suicide on the Forks/La Push border after an attempt to rob Forks First Bank. Doug Newton, Tyler Crowley, Simon Yorkie, and Ephraim Black...
Rosalie gasped, hands flying to her mouth. "Oh God. Oh God. I think I'm going to be sick."
"What is it?" Carlisle questioned.
"That poem, Emmett. That fucking poem. Those men, their last names."
Rosalie closed her eyes for a moment before she continued. "Alice, she used to draw with chalk, and sing this horrible little song about Newton, Crowley, Yorkie, Black. It-it was awful, and she was so young when she started. I didn't think anything of it until I just saw those names. She used to sing about killing them."
"Ephraim Black and his son William were killed in a car accident in October," Esme said, going pale.
"Tyler Crowley the first and second perished when one of their warehouses caught fire in December. I read that in the paper," Emmett said.
"Doug Newton killed his son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter before killing himself in March. He left a note," Carlisle added.
"What if... what if they weren't accidents?" Rosalie whispered.
"Where are Jake, Tyler, and Eric this weekend?" Esme wanted to know.
They called around Forks looking for the boys, but couldn't seem to find out where they were. No one seemed to know.
xDoNx
Masen Cabin
Forks, Washington
June 2034 – 12:00 p.m. (while the Cullens/McCartys research)
The cabin was not what they had expected at all. He expected it to be more rundown than it was. The furniture was still pretty comfortable, and there was actually food in the cupboards—not that they would eat it; it was so old.
He found the store of ammunition right where he expected it to be. But he didn't need that for this outing; oh no, for this outing, he was looking for the hunting knives. There was a set of six stashed in the cabin by his great-grandfather. His mind wandered back in time, wondering what, if anything, would have been different if she hadn't tripped, if they had made it here and got the ammo that would have allowed them to escape and continue on their journey.
Spotting Alice through the curtain, watching her twirl and dance in the light through the window, he found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, the journey they were currently on wasn't all that bad after all. Fuck, he was hard simply watching her hips sway. He adjusted himself before opening the closet door and finding the chest he was looking for.
"What time are the others showing up?" she questioned, suddenly behind him.
"I told them to meet us here at three. That way we can have a little fun before the real fun begins."
She laughed heartily, throwing back her head, exposing her throat to him. Fuck, he loved her with a sickness. He stood to his full height, hunting knife in one hand, stalking toward her. Her breath caught in her throat as he approached—fuck, he was sexy.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She loved kissing him; she couldn't get enough of it—of him, of his taste. She felt the sharp edge of the knife pressed up against the side of her jaw, and she moaned again. She broke away from the kiss, pulling back slowly so as not to get cut.
"What are you gonna do with that, baby?" she asked him coyly.
He grinned in return. "Was thinking I was gonna cut off your clothes with it, bend you over the bed, and fuck you hard, Sugar."
She licked her lips, stepping back. "Oh yeah?"
He looked her up and down. "Oh yeah."
Then he pounced.