A/N: S. Meyer owns Twilight.

Hi there! I got a sudden flash of inspiration after seeing a black crow in a tree when I was walking home (no kidding) so I just had to write this! Lol, whatever works, right?

Okay, so let's gets crackin'. Who will be the next victim...?

Chapter three

Revenge, revenge, revenge, got my revenge.

By now you should know that everything you say can and will be used against you some day.

The house was quiet, everyone still fast asleep even though the clock was almost 11 am. The storm raged on outside, only having let up slightly during the night. In a few minutes, when those who had survived the night would wake up, terror would again strike among them.

Jasper's body was still resting peacefully underneath the blanket in the storage room, his eyes still wide open. It could be said that it was sad that the last thing they had ever seen in this world was the face of his killer. It could also be said that Jasper, as well as his friends, got what he deserved. It all depended on whose side you were on, as in any other case.

Bella's high pitched scream sounded through the large house a couple of minutes past 11, waking up those who could still be woken. Edward was the first one to reach her. He tore the door to where Alice and Bella had been sleeping out of his way and barged into the room, his eyes immediately finding her sitting on the floor next to the window, rocking back and forth with a hollow expression on her tearstained face.

He was at her side in a second, and was soon followed into the room by Jacob and Rosalie, both of who looked extremely dizzy and shocked at the sight of Bella on the floor. What was even more confusing was the rope that was tied to the bedpost and led out through the open window.

Edward kneeled by Bella's side, trying to make her look at him, "Honey, what's wrong? Bella, tell me what's wrong!" he pleaded, but Bella couldn't speak. Her eyes were closed shut and her jaw tightly clenched. She shook her head as she rocked, and as Edward tried to put his hands on her shoulder to stop her, she jerked away harshly.

"What the hell is going on, Edward?" Rosalie demanded, standing in the doorway and watching the scene before her.

"I don't fucking know, I found her like this." Edward snapped, not having the patience to deal with Rosalie's bitchiness right then.

Jacob looked from Bella and to the open window, and with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he crossed the room and stopped by the bedpost, glancing down at the stretched rope.

"Guys… What's this?" he managed to get out, his voice an octave higher than usual.

The three of them both looked at the rope, and Rosalie was the first one to ask what they were all thinking but didn't want to have to ask.

"Where's Alice?" Her question was followed by a loud sob from Bella, who had stopped rocking and was now covering her face with her hands.

In the silence that followed, they could all make out a strange, pounding noise over the sound of the rain and Bella's sobs.

While Rosalie stood back, frozen from a sudden flash of insight, Edward left Bella's side and walked over to the window at the same time Jacob did. They shared a look before leaning over the windowsill and glancing down

"Holy shit!" Jacob exclaimed, and was accompanied by Edward's horrified "Good god!" before they stumbled back from the window, both falling down on to the floor, eyes wide from what they had just seen.

Rosalie immediately understood what had the guy's so frightened. Part of her had known ever since she saw Bella sitting on the floor. Fuck, part of her had known ever since she went to bed the night before. She leaned against the wall and glided down until she sat on the floor, pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them.

"She's dead." Rosalie said to no one in particular. The silence that followed was answer enough.

"It's Emmett. I know it is." Jacob said in o low voice to Edward, glancing over his shoulder at the girls. They were in the living room now, Bella and Rosalie were sitting together in one of the large sofas while Jacob and Edward was standing by the balcony doors, watching as the storm slowly but steadily moved on away from them.

Edward stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable.

"He was the one who gave us that whiskey last night, and you and I both now that he must have put something in it to make everyone pass out like that. Then he sneaked up to Bella and Alice's room and killed her. It's the only theory that makes sense. Do we know that he ever really went to the basement to check that fuse when the power went out? He could have come back when he knew everyone was gone, and then he could have easily killed Jasper, he had the size on his side." Jacob continued, trying to force a response out of Edward.

Edward slowly turned his head in Jacob's direction, lifting one eyebrow. "Yeah? How do I know you weren't the one who put something in the whiskey? You were the one responsible for brining the alcohol, so you could have easily put something in it."

Jacob's jaw dropped, "Are you serious? Do you really think I could do something like this, and then stand here and talk to you about it? Aside from the fact that I'm not a fucking killer, you know damn well how lousy I am at lying."

Edward nodded absentmindedly, "I guess you're right. Besides, it's highly suspicious that he's gone now. He probably figured we'd be on to him after figuring out that he drugged us."

"We have to search for him." Jacob said, "If he's out there, he's just waiting for the next moment to strike."

"Yes. And I'll be damned if I let that motherfucker get away with another murder. I'm gonna make him pay when I get my hands on him." Edward snarled, clenching his fists.

Jacob was slightly taken aback by Edward's behaviour, seeing as how he'd always been the mellow type. But given the current situation, he figured that it was to be expected.

"So, what about the girls?" Jacob whispered, cocking his head in Bella and Rosalie's direction.

"Well, they can't stay here, if that's what you mean. I won't leave Bella alone, no way."

"I thought you'd say that."

Edward ran his hand through his hair, "I think we've got a better chance at finding him if we split up, though I don't really like the idea…"

Jacob nodded, "Me neither, but it's the fastest way to find that son of a bitch. I'll go with Rose, and you take Bella. We bring everything we can think of to use as a weapon, and then we track him down."

With another nod, Edward agreed to the plan.

"Hell no."

"Rose, come one, it's the only logical solution, and you know it." Jacob said, getting frustrated.

"Emmett is not a fucking killer, don't you think I know my own boyfriend?"

Edward sighed, "Fine. But if he's not here, where is he? And don't you want to find him?"

Bella had already agreed to going out, she was terrified but wanted the nightmare to be over so that she could go home and be with Edward and try to understand what had happened here.

Rosalie flipped her hair back and headed for the stairs, "He'll come back, and when he does, I'll be here waiting for him."

Jacob groaned, "Fuck, Rose, you mean that you'll be here waiting for him to kill you. The man is a psycho, why won't you realize that?"

"Because I know him." she snapped, "I'll go up to my room and lock the door, and I won't open it unless at least two of you come knocking."

And then she was gone, leaving the others to stare after her. They'd all known she could be difficult, but this was just too much. Jacob was the first to speak, his tone irritated.

"She might as well go jump off a cliff, considering she just doomed herself."

Bella let out a choked sob and gripped Edward's hand tighter. "We shouldn't leave her." she said, knowing it was true. She'd already lost two of her best friends, and she didn't want to lose another one.

"I know, I know. But there's nothing we can do. We have to find Emmett, and you heard Rose, she's locking the door and not opening it for anyone but us. If anyone can look after herself, it's Rose." Edward tried to reassure her, stroking her cheek softly.

They had already brought with them everything they could think of to use as weapons; Bella was armed with a baseball rack she'd found in a box hidden under the stairs, Edward and Jacob had both

taken knifes from the kitchen and placed them securely inside their belts.

"You shouldn't go alone, Jake." Bella said as they reached the front door. It wasn't raining anymore, but the sky was still a dull grey and they heard the thunder in the distance.

Jake reached out and gave her shoulder a light squeeze, "Bells, don't worry about me. I can take care of myself, you know that." he said, and then with a fierce look in his eyes he added, "If I find Emmett, he's the one who's gonna get taken care of, trust me."

They opened the door, and all three of them stepped out, ready to begin the hunt.

Rosalie didn't know how much time had passed, but the bathwater was getting colder, so it must have been quite a while since she had heard the others leave. She rolled her eyes, scooting down in the tub and turning the faucet on again with her toes.

The air in the large bathroom was filled with steam, she realized that she could hardly see through it. Letting out a deep sigh, she closed her eyes and tried to not think about anything else but the warm water and how it helped her tense body relax.

To others, it might have seem strange to take a bath when you had just found one of your best friends hanging by her neck from a window, but to Rosalie it was the only way she could think of to not panic. If she didn't think about what had just happened, it might as well not have happened at all. That was her theory, at least. But she was beginning to realize that it didn't actually work…

A sound of a door closing nearby made her jerk her head to the side, instantly on high alert. But of course, nothing could be seen through the heavy steam no matter how hard she tried.

"Hello?" Her call was answered with silence, and the warm, bright bathroom suddenly felt eerie, as if something in the relaxing atmosphere had changed.

"Is anyone there?" she tried again, and as she continued to try and see through the mist, she caught sight of a movement in her peripheral vision. Rosalie sat up quickly, her heart beating an erratic pace, adrenaline coursing through her body.

Before she could stand up, someone suddenly pushed her back into the water, forcing her under the surface. She tried to fight, but the arms that held her down were too strong. Just as she thought she was going to drown, the pressure suddenly lessened, and the arms that had held her down was pulling her up.

She coughed and spat as she could finally breathe in air again, and blinked in panic to get the water out of her eyes. As her vision cleared, she could see who her attacker was.

"You!" She cried, shock and panic overwhelming her. Why would…?

A cold laugh was heard through the room, and the cruel smile on her attacker's face chilled her to the bone.

"You can't think of a reason? You're really so self-absorbed that you don't know why I'm doing this? Who I am?"

She searched the familiar face, trying to think through the fear. What reason could…

And then she remembered.

"See?" A pair of wicked eyes met hers, "you do remember, now that you've finally put that pretty little head of yours to work. It shouldn't really have taken you so long, but you've never been especially bright, we both know that."

Rosalie felt the tears spilling over, and she knew that her time had come. The worst part was that she knew she deserved it. Part of her had known that they couldn't have gotten away with it for so long, things like that didn't stay hidden forever.

"Is that remorse I'm seeing? Interesting… It makes me wonder, is it for what you did, or for the fact that you didn't get away with it?"

"I'm so sorry!" Rosalie sobbed, abandoning all dignity here at the end of all things. She knew her words couldn't save her, nothing could. This vengeance must have been planned for years.

The cold laugh could once again be heard, and Rosalie felt the ice spreading through her veins as the hands on her shoulders tightened their grip. She tried to put up a resistance, but it did no good at all.

"No apologise can save you now, it's much too late for that. Don't worry, I'm sure your friends are waiting for you down in hell. You do tend to stick together, don't you?"

And then the water was everywhere again, blinding her, choking her as she tried to scream and kick and push against the arms that held her down. As the water passed down to her lungs, she felt all her senses slowly leaving her. Blackness overtook her, and the last thing she heard before the end, was that same cruel, cold laugh…

Things beginning to make sense? We got one or two more chapters to go, and then everything will be out in the open..

I must say that I LOVED hearing your thoughts from the last chapter, it was great! Keep those theories coming, I'll give lots of credit to the reader who comes closest to the truth at the end.. Thank you so much for reading! :)