AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry about that. I was so busy with school, a play I'm doing and swim club. Enjoy!

Everyone soon founded out that Nicole and Michael were missing. Everyone was getting worried, especially Jenny.

One day, when Isabella, Eric and Zoey were alone, Zoey said, "Eric, I guess I was wrong about you. You truly are a friend to Isabella. To prove that I forgive you, I'll invite you to our ball tonight."

"Thank you, Mrs. Matthews," said Eric.

"Call me Zoey," said Zoey.

Later that day, when Eric was taking a walk, Rebecca grabbed Eric's arm and said, "I have an idea how you can kill Zoey."

"Forget it, Grandma," said Eric, "I'm not going to kill Zoey."

"What?" asked Rebecca.

"You heard me," said Eric, "I'm not going to kill Zoey. Her whole family has been very nice to me. Zoey even invited me to a ball. And I think that I'm in love with Isabella."

"Listen, kid," said Rebecca, "I'm not really your grandmother."

"You're not?" asked Eric.

"No," said Rebecca, "in fact, those people who are missing are your real grandparents. So, if you don't follow my plan of killing Zoey, your grandparents will be history."

"You wouldn't," said Eric.

"Oh, I would," said Rebecca, "so, if you want to see your grandparents again, you're going to have to go through my plan."

"Okay," said Eric, "I'll do it."

"Excellent," said Rebecca, "now, here's what you're going to do. The ball will be the perfect time. When you and Isabella are alone, you kill her with this knife. Then blood will splash all over the place. When that happens, you get a sample of blood and give it to me. I'll do the rest."

Then, Eric's heart felt as cold as ice and his stomach didn't feel so good.

A few hours later, it was time for the ball. Eric was dressed up in one of Ron's old tuxedos. He was still worried and nervous.

I have to tell Isabella the truth thought Eric.

Then, a woman was walking down the stairs. It was Isabella. She was wearing an elegant bun in her hair, a yellow, sleeveless dress that had a puffy skirt that went to her feet, yellow high-heels and long, yellow gloves.

When Isabella came to Eric, she said, "hey, Eric."

"Hi, Isabella," said Eric.

"Hey, can we talk outside, alone?" asked Isabella.

"Sure," said Eric.

They went outside.

"Eric," said Isabella, "I have a confession to make. The truth is… I've had more fun with you ever since we met that I've ever had with any other man. When you laugh, I laugh. When you cry, I cry. I know you're the grandson of our enemy, but I don't care that our grandparents hate each other. I… I l…"

She couldn't finish her sentence. She just hugged him. Just then, Eric took the knife out of his jacket pocket. He faced it at Isabella's back.

Just as he was about to kill Isabella, he dropped the knife and said, "I can't do this."

"Do what?" asked Isabella.

"Isabella, I have a confession to make," said Eric, "all my life, I've been trained to be a killer."

"What?" asked Isabella.

"Yes," said Eric, "my grandmother wanted to kill your grandmother so that she could get revenge. But the truth is, I'm not really the grandson of your enemy."

"You're not?" asked Isabella.

"I'm not," said Eric, "no wonder Jenny looked so familiar. I'm her brother. I was separated when I was a baby. And Rebecca said that if I don't kill you, my grandparents would be history. But I don't want to kill you because I… I love you."

"Eric, I… I love you too," said Isabella.

Then, they kissed each other—on the lips.

Chase saw the whole thing.

"Aw, cute," said Chase.

All of a sudden, there was a loud BANG and Chase fainted. When Isabella and Eric heard the noise, Isabella turned around and they both saw Chase on the floor.

"Grandpa," said Isabella.

"Chase," said Eric.

They came to Chase and Isabella picked up his head.

"No," said Isabella, as tears came out of her eyes, "no!"

"Well, he was very old, anyway," said a cold voice, "I thought I'd give him a push."

Isabella looked up and saw John.

"John," said Isabella.

"Hello, Isabella," said John, "or should I say my sweet bride."

"John," said Isabella, "I wouldn't marry you if you were the man, or even last human, on earth."

"Oh, you will marry me," said John, "and once we're married, the Matthews Fortune will be mine and you will then be my corpse bride."

"You mean you were using me?" asked Isabella.

"Yep," said John.

"Hey, John," said Eric, "how would you like to be Isabella's corpse husband?"

"Bring it on," said John.

When John ran to Eric, Eric ran to a tree, walked on it and jumped behind John. Then he punched John until he was dead.

"You saved my life," said Isabella.

"I'm doing that a lot, aren't I?" asked Eric.

"Yeah, you are," said Isabella.