A/N: S. Meyer owns Twilight. I just decided that it would be fun to kill all her characters.
I finally found my inspiration! I'm really looking forward to writing this, it's so diffrent from everything else I've ever done.
Let the nightmare begin..
Chapter one
Who is the betrayer, who's the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors and doesn't make a sound?
One week earlier.
"Come on lovebirds! We have to stop and buy snacks, so if you don't hurry we're gonna miss our fucking ferry!" Emmett's voice made Bella and Edward jump, they had been so lost in their moment that the rest of the world had stopped existing. As usual.
"There will be plenty of time for making out when we get there you know! Hell, I'm planning to keep Rose locked in with me the rest of the week, so you geeks probably won't even see us after today. Ouch, what the fuck Rose? I'm kidding, of course we're gonna go to the beach too, honey, I'm just messing…" Emmett continued, rubbing the back of his head where Rosalie's bag had hit him.
"If you think that I'm going to let your stupid hormones keep me from getting a tan, you're sadly mistaken, Emmett." Rosalie snapped, and Emmett's expression became angelic as he realized he probably shouldn't push her if he wanted to get some during the following week. Better safe then sorry, he thought, and smiled innocently at her.
"Of course babe, you know how I love a nice tan." He said, and Rosalie just huffed before she opened the car door and slipped inside.
It was a beautiful day, the sun was high in the sky and there wasn't a cloud as far as the eye could see. The seven friends were all gathered outside Rosalie, Alice and Bella's apartment, loading up the two cars with the girl's baggage. No one was surprised over the fact that Bella had packed one small bag, Rosalie two big ones and Alice… Well, Alice brought 4 ridiculously huge bags, which she claimed only contained the most necessary items. That translated into one hairdryer, five different kinds of shampoo, three pairs of high heels and so on. Emmett had muttered "absolutely mental" as he stuffed the bags into the trunk of his jeep. Which it was, in all fairness.
They were going on a one week trip to and island they had rented, spending the days sunbathing, hiking and just relaxing after an exhausting year at college.
Alice's and Emmett's father, Carlisle Cullen, was a rich man who worked as a lawyer, and needless to say, the siblings had never had to ask for anything in their entire lives. As a graduation present, Carlisle had rented the Black Crow Island for Alice, Emmett and their friends. All of them had been ecstatic, the island was well known for its perfect beaches and the huge mansion that was equipped with all the latest technologies. Renting it cost a fortune, but you got to have it all for yourself for as long as you could afford.
Six of the friends had known each other since kindergarten, and eventually friendship had turned into relationships between four of them. Emmett and Rosalie Hale had been a couple for 5 years, and they loved flaunting their love in front of everyone. If wasn't so annoying, it could have been sweet.
Alice and Jasper were more discrete about their relationship, but everyone knew that they were soul mates and would most likely marry each other right after college, since they had been together for 8 years. They were a perfect match, even though they weren't so alike in personalities. Alice was an energetic, fun loving person who took every opportunity to give an unsuspecting victim a total make over just for the fun of it. Something that especially Bella was very familiar with. Jasper was a calm and collected guy, and they complemented each other perfectly.
And then there was Bella and Edward. They fell in a category somewhere between the other two couples, since they didn't normally jump each other when they had company, but loved to show their affection in public by holding hands or kissing. They had only been together for a couple of months, clicking instantly when they first met in the hallway at school. Edward had transferred there in the middle of the semester, and they had been inseparable even since.
The seventh friend was Jacob, who was part of the kindergarten group. He and Bella had been together for almost a year back in high school, but eventually decided that they were better off as being just friends. He was with a girl named Kate now, who was supposed to go on the trip with them but had gotten a bad case of the stomach flue the day before. Jacob had wanted to stay home with her, but she had insisted that he went, promising she would be fine.
So there they were, six old friends and one new. Edward had fitted into their group easily, and they all felt like he had always been a part of the gang.
Once the entire luggage was safely packed in the two cars, they hit the road.
Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper and Jake were riding in Emmett's jeep, while Edward, Bella and Alice followed behind in Edward's Volvo. It was a 2 hour trip from the girls' apartment to the marina, of which 30 minutes were spent at a gas station where Emmett tried to decide if he wanted sour cream or pepper flavoured chips. He had bought both after Rosalie had told him that there would be a 'no touching' rule if he didn't make up his fucking mind any time soon.
Edward bought a pack of condoms, thinking that you never knew what might happen when he got Bella on his own for a week. They hadn't had sex yet, and he was almost getting desperate. Of course, Edward was a gentleman, so he would never tell Bella that, nor would he ever pressure her for sex.
What Edward didn't know was that Bella was even more sexually frustrated, and had grown tired of Edward's inability to just grab her and fuck her silly. She hadn't had sex in almost a year, so she was dead set on sealing the deal with Edward that week.
Bella also bought condoms, when Edward wasn't looking, of course.
When they finally arrived at the relatively small harbour from where they would catch their ferry, the boys unloaded the baggage while Alice shouted directions at them. According to Alice, it was very important that her bags were being unloaded in a certain way.
Twenty minutes, one bag of chips, two hissy fits and a couple of bruises later, the baggage and the friends were on the ferry and on their way to the island.
Emmett rubbed his arm where Alice had hit him repeatedly, "Fuck, Alice, for someone so freakin small you throw a nasty punch, you know that?"
"Well, moron, if you had just handled my Marc Jacobs bag the way I told you, no punches would have been thrown." she said, caressing said bag with affection.
"Moral of the story, don't mess with designer bags if you don't want to experience the wrath of Alice Cullen." Jake laughed, and then quickly dodged as Alice tried to throw an empty soda can at him.
"Go fuck yourself." Alice spat, and none of the friends were surprised by her outburst. Bickering was what they did best, and they all knew that there weren't any hard feelings behind the sometimes harsh comments.
Well, except for when it came to Alice and bags. Then you knew she meant every word.
An outsider might have felt sorry for Jake in a situation like this, since he was surrounded by lovey-dovey couples and would be the only one sleeping alone every night.
If he didn't ask Bella and Edward if he could join them that is, a thought that had passed through his perverted mind a few times. He wouldn't though, not unless the need for physical contact got way out of hand. Jake was sure he could do one week without sex, he just wasn't so sure he was going to enjoy it.
Bella was sitting in Edward's lap, trying to act as if she didn't feel the bulge in his pants. Edward was also faking, he was pretending to be watching the waves instead of watching Bella's ass grinding back and forth against his crotch.
Jasper was watching Alice, and Alice was watching Edward not watching Bella. She had an idea what was going on with those two, since Bella was a sleep-talker and had complained night after night about Edward's unwillingness to give her the satisfaction she so desperately craved.
Alice would have said that Edward was gay, if she hadn't seen the way Edward stared at Bella's breasts every time he thought he wasn't looking.
"Are you absolutely sure we brought enough beer? I feel like the liquor bags are way too small to hold enough alcohol to sustain us for a week. We should have bought more." Jake wailed.
Edward sighed and stopped pretending to watch the water. "Jake, the stack you bought could sustain a small country for a year. Relax, man."
They arrived at the island around 4 in the afternoon, the sun was blazing down on them, and Alice, Rosalie and Bella didn't even stop to check out the house before they ran off to the beach, leaving the boys to drag their luggage up the hill to the huge mansion.
The man who was driving the ferry told them that he would be back in one week, and then took off again. He had been an odd fellow, none of the guys really wanted to talk to him for any longer period of time, since he reeked off smoke and cheap beer mixed with a heavy sweaty smell. They were all happy to see him leave, and really excited to finally have arrived at their destination.
Emmett was looking forward to having some alone time with Rosalie on the beach, where they could combine her desire to get a tan with his desire for… Well, her.
Jasper was eager to explore the island, he had brought his hiking boots and was hoping that Alice would join him for an expedition later on. Little did he know that Alice hadn't listened to him when he had asked her to pack a pair of walking shoes, the closest thing to practical footwear she had brought were her pink flip flops.
Edward couldn't wait to get Bella alone, and preferably naked. He toyed with the foil packet in his pocket, watching Bella and the girls pull out towels and suncream from their bags and starting to undress.
Jake on the other hand was impatient for it to be late enough to be acceptable for him to start drinking. He would probably give Kate a call later on, he had a feeling his right arm would be getting a work out this week.
After dragging the heavy bags up the hill, and after Emmett had given Alice's designer bag a kick, Edward took out the set of keys they had been given. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping in with the rest of the guys in tow.
Once they had put the bags down in the hall, they went off on their own to inspect the house. Edward thought it was great, and his thoughts were mimicked by the other guys as well. They had seen the pictures, and were pleased that the place looked just like they had expected.
A huge living room with four couches and an open fireplace, a fully equipped kitchen that none of the guys had any plans on spending much time in, a dining room with a large oak table and 10 chairs, the hall and two bathrooms made out the bottom floor.
The dining room walls were entirely made out of glass, and the view was spectacular since the house was built on a hill. They could see all the way to the beach, where the girls were now lined up like hot dogs on the sand, turning over every 10 minutes.
Emmett headed upstairs, mainly to check out the sturdiness of the bed he and Rosalie would be sharing. There were five rooms, each of them equipped with a flat screen TV, two huge closets, a queen sized bed, a vanity, two comfy looking armchairs and an adjoining bathroom.
Since Emmett was the first one there, he took the liberty to test each of the beds to make sure he got the room with the softest one. Once he was pleased with his choice, he headed back downstairs, running into Jasper and Edward in the stairs.
"This house is banging! I fucking love it, we should stay two weeks instead." he grinned, and then added, "Oh, and the room at the far left is mine, so stay the fuck out of there at all times. There's gonna be smoking hot love making in there, I'm telling you."
Jasper laughed, "Yeah, if you can get your girl to stop tanning any time soon."
"Right back at ya" Emmett chuckled, and continued down the stairs.
Turned out, the girls did stop tanning about 2 hours later when some dark clouds began to roll in. With wet hair, sand in places there shouldn't be sand, and with a heavy scent of suncream, they made their way through the house, checking it out the same way the guys had did. Only they spent a lot longer in the closets, Alice complaining that her clothes would never fit in there. Which was ridiculous, but probably true.
When all of them had showered, which took a considerably longer time for the one's who were sharing the shower with someone else than it took for poor Jacob, they met in the living room.
Emmett rubbed his stomach, "So, what does a guy have to do to get some food around here?" he asked, looking expectantly at the girls.
Five minutes later, he and the rest of the guys had been deported to the kitchen, where they were trying to put together a meal. Apparently, to get food around there, a guy had to make it himself.
Bella, Alice and Rosalie were watching American Idol when a foul smell spread through the room.
"Ewww" Alice exclaimed, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "What's that awful smell?"
The girls took one look at each other, and then got up and darted towards the kitchen.
"Wow" Emmett sighed, still chewing on a piece of chicken. "That was awesome, thanks girls"
The girls all threw him a dirty look, grumbling to themselves. They shouldn't really have been surprised that the guys had almost burned down the kitchen when they tried to boil pasta, but they were annoyed anyway.
"So, who's up for playing poker?" Alice asked, standing up and staring to clear the table. Jasper got up and helped her, sensing that he should probably try to keep her in a good mood if he was going to get lucky tonight.
Bella clapped her hands, "I am!" she was a bad ass poker player, and she was in the mood to kick the guys butts after their cooking failure.
"Hell yeah, as long as it's strip poker." Jake agreed, grinning expectantly. If he couldn't see his own girlfriend naked, he could at least look at others girlfriends naked. That made total sense to him.
Edward growled, "Jake, if I catch you staring at Bella's tits, you're a dead."
Edward was known to be somewhat of a mind reader, or maybe he just knew how boy's brains worked when there were naked females around.
Either way, Edward was kind of a caveman when it came to Bella.
"Chill, man, it's not like I haven't seen them before"
"Stop whining you pussy, he didn't hit you that hard." Emmett rolled his eyes at Jake, who was still rubbing the back of his head where Edward had punched him twenty minutes ago.
Jake gave Emmett the finger, "He almost cracked my skull, you asshole. Wanna know how it felt?"
"Nah, I think I'll pass."
Bella, who found the situation absurd, but still quite flattering, started dealing out the cards. They were all seated around the living room table, beer in hand. The weather had gotten worse outside, the rain was now pouring down and they had heard thunder from far away that seemed to get closer. They were all glad they were sitting inside where it was warm and dry.
To no one's surprise, Bella was the only one who still had all her clothes on an hour later. She was, however, the only one who was seriously drunk.
"Bella, love, are you sure you want another one? You're gonna get a headache tomorrow" What Edward was really concerned about was whether she was going to be awake long enough to give him a blow job, but he didn't think that was the right thing to say.
"Fuck, Edward, can't you see I'm winning? Obviously I'm an even better poker player when I'm drunk, so keep em' coming pretty boy." she slurred, and poked Edward in the ribs. She could never keep her hands off him when he was shirtless, and that night was no exception. Bella was dead set on having sex with Edward that night, and she figured that with a little alcohol in her system she'd be more comfortable with trying to seduce him.
Well, 'a little alcohol' had turned into 'a lot of alcohol', and she felt braver with every beer she chugged down.
"I think we should create a new rule" Emmett said, also slurring really bad. He scratched his bare thigh and then pointed a finger in what was supposed to be Bella's direction, but his vision was so blurry by this point that he thought that Jake looked like Bella. "Bella, you need to get naked." he stated, still looking at Jake.
"Why, Emmett, I thought you'd never ask!" Jake exclaimed in a bad imitation of Bella's voice.
Everyone, except Emmett who still believed that Jake was Bella, started laughing as Jake made a show out of slowly pulling his t-shirt over his head, trying to be sexy.
Emmett's eyes went wide, but he still didn't get that the blurry brunette who was removing her clothes wasn't Bella. "Fuck," he slurred, "your boobs are way smaller than I thought."
Before Rosalie could start screaming at her perverted boyfriend, the lights suddenly went out and the entire house was covered in darkness. The booming thunder echoed eerily around the house, and then the room lit up for a split second as the lightning struck.
"What the fuck?" Emmett shouted, and everyone could hear the sound of him getting up. "I can't see shit! Where are the flashlights?" he headed out of the room, "I'm gonna go to the basement and see if I can't get the lights back on, maybe it was just a fuse that blew."
No one said anything, because no one knew where the flashlights were. None of them had even brought one, but they were all to embarrassed about forgetting it to say so.
"Has anyone got any matches?" Alice asked, and they heard her chair being pulled back.
"I think I have some in my bag, I'll go check." Rosalie said, and got up.
"I'm gonna go see if I can get service on my phone in this weather, we should probably call someone and let them know what's happened" Edward announced, getting up and walking towards the front door.
Bella got up too, "Fuck, I need to pee."
"Think you can do that when there's no light?" Jake asked her.
"Yes, Jake, I'm pretty sure my hoohah is still in the same place despite the dark."
She felt her way towards the bathroom, sensing that she was probably gonna be a while. All that beer she'd been drinking wanted out.
"I'll look for some candles in the kitchen," Alice stumbled away, not sure how she would find anything in the dark but wanting to do something instead of just sitting around.
"I'll check the storage room down the hall if there are any flashlights there" Jake said, and Jasper was then left alone in the living room.
The storm was right above them, thunder shaking the house as the rain beat against the windows. It was completely dark, both outside and inside.
10 minutes passed, and then Jake met Bella outside the bathroom, and they returned to the living room where Jasper was still sitting. Or at least they guessed it was Jasper, all they could really see was a dark silhouette.
"Hey, is that you, Jasper?" Bella asked, and was confused when she didn't get an answer.
Jake laughed, "Ah, hell, he's fucking asleep! That's such a Jasper thing to do in the middle of a blackout."
Now that he said it, Bella noticed that his posture was slumped, like he really had passed out right at the table. She shook her head, "Poor thing, it must have been the drinking combined with the excitement of seeing you undress."
Rosalie came into the room then, and Edward followed soon after. "I couldn't get my phone to work, it wouldn't start up no matter how many times I tried. Fucking thing is probably broken." he stopped then, and looked at Jasper. "What's up with Jazz?"
"Passed out." Jake chuckled. Rosalie pulled out the box of matches she had found, and went over to the fireplace.
"Edward, could you help me?" she said, "I don't know how to start a fire when there's light on so I'm pretty sure I won't be able to do it in the dark."
Bella heard sound coming from behind her, and then an exasperated sigh. "It wasn't a fuse, so it must have been the lightning. Damn it, this was not what I signed on for!" Emmett complained as he reached the others in the living room.
"Is everyone here? I can't see anything!" he continued.
"Yeah, except for Alice" Jake answered.
"I'm here!" A voice called, and Bella could make out Alice's shape as she walked into the room. "What's up with Jazz?" she asked, pausing next to Bella.
Jake laughed, "Fucking asleep!"
"What?" Alice asked, confused. She slowly made her way around the table to Jasper's side, careful not to trip over anything.
Two things happened at once, Alice let out an ear piercing scream, and Edward finally got the fire started.
Everyone turned towards Alice in shock, and now that the room was light again because of the fire, they could see Jasper for the first time. Or rather, they could see the knife that was sticking out of Jasper's back, covered in blood.
AAAH! This is some scary shit. I hope I don't have nightmares tonight.
Now, who do you think is the killer? Any ideas?
The quote at the top is from the song "Heavy in your arms" by Florence and the Machine from the Eclipse soundtrack.