A/N: S. Meyer owns Twilight. Luckily, she decided to keep most of them alive. (Though I wouldn't have minded if Jacob had had a little accident with his rabbit, if you know what I'm sayin') But I'm here to finish the job, so take out your pepperspray and stay alert...

Chapter four

I'll seek you out, flay you alive. One more word and you won't survive

I'm taking it slow, feeding my flame. Shuffling the cards of your game

And just in time, in the right place, suddenly I will play my ace

"Edward? Shouldn't we be heading back? It's getting dark, and I want to make sure that Rose and Jake are okay." Bella said in a weak voice. She was grabbing a knife in one hand, and her grip was surprisingly firm in contrast to how her whole body was shaking and almost convulsing in the cold.

Edward turned his head to look at her, "You're right. We won't see much when the night falls anyway. Let's go back."

They had searched through the entire island, or so Bella thought. Through bushes and trees, over hills and down into small caves by the cliff side, but hadn't seen as much as a rabbit.

Bella was tired, and her feet hurt with every step she took. She wouldn't complain though, not now and not ever. Two of her best friends had been killed, her two wonderful, loving friends. She couldn't understand why it had happened, they had never done anything to deserve their horrible fate.

As Edward took her hand again, and turned around to walk back to the house, Bella suddenly realized something. Maybe it was the thought that they hadn't deserved it that had finally stirred something inside her. Something she had, for good reason, kept hidden deep inside the darkest parts of her memory.

They hadn't always been so wonderful, neither of them had. Bella could feel the panic creeping when she allowed the memory to flow free in her head, she tried to breathe steadily to avoid alerting Edward to her pending break down.

Edward could never know what she had done. What they had all done.

"You okay?" Edward asked, because he had felt how Bella's hand had tightened inside his, but he didn't know the reason for her sudden tension. Of course she was scared, but the expression in her eyes now conveyed something more, some fear that hadn't been present even when he had found her in her room by the window.

Bella swallowed hard and tried to smile, a feat that proved impossible. She managed a strained grimace, but it was hardly convincing.

They walked for another 10 minutes, and as they reached the top of a hill, Bella could look down and see the outline of the house. It looked eerie now, with the dark, stormy ocean in the background, and the huge, black mansion standing alone near the cliff. The lights were back on, but somehow it only made the vision scarier. It looked like a haunted house, and Bella suddenly didn't have any desire to go back inside.

A loud crack sounded to their left just then, and both their heads snapped in the direction where the sound had come.

"What was that?" Bella whispered, clinging to Edwards arm.

Edward held a finger to his lips to signal her to stay silent. They listened for another minute, and then another crack could be heard.

"Stay here. Don't move and don't say anything, okay?" Edward urged, alarm in his voice. "I'm going to go check it out, I'll be back in a minute."

Before Bella could call out that he couldn't leave her, Edward was gone. It was too dark now for her to follow him, neither did she know if she should. Edward always knew best, so if he told her to stay, that's what she should do.

The darkness seemed to creep closer and the wind picked up in strength. Bella pulled her jacket tighter around her, and tried to stop her teeth from chattering. She had a really bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, and her breaths seemed to get shallower as she waited for Edward to return.

"Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic." she kept chanting in her head. She was too terrified to even blink, though it wouldn't have made any difference by now. It was pitch black, she couldn't even see her own hands through the dark. She turned her head and realized that the lights in the house were still on, it made her wonder what Rosalie and Jake were doing. Were they both there? Alive?

Shaking her head, she ordered herself to stop thinking like that. They were alive, and someone had gotten reception on their phone called the police by now, so they could go home and not spend another night at that haunted mansion.

Edward had been gone for quite some time now, and she hadn't heard any other sound since he disappeared. What could it have been? 20 minutes? More? It was too hard trying to make sense of the time, she really had no idea.

A loud cry broke through the heavy silence, making her jump and let out a small cry of her own.

"NO!"

Bella could have recognized that voice anywhere. It was Edward.

She didn't stop to think before she barged forward, not caring that the thorns of the thick bushes cut her exposed skin and teared at her clothes. She pushed through with just the thought of Edward in her head, because he was all that mattered.

She made it though the bushes, and stopped, gasping, for half a second before forcing her feet to keep moving. Should she call his name? She didn't know, so she kept silent and tightened her grip on the knife in her hand, prepared to use it on whoever came at her.

What she hadn't thought of, was that someone might be coming from behind her.

Bella didn't have time to cry out before someone had hit her in the head, hard, causing her to fall motionless to the ground.

"That's better." her attacker said, smiling as he looked down on the girl at his feet. "If there's something you should always be aware of, dear Isabella, it is to always look behind you. There's where the backstabbers are, as you once taught me."

He chuckled, and then reached down to scoop her up into his arms. While he carried her away, he smiled at the thought that there now was only one victim left. He would be finishing his work much sooner than he had expected, and there was nothing he enjoyed more than to be ahead of schedule.

After Bella's body was safely locked away in the small shed, he pulled out his gun and again began the walk down to the house, where he would finish his work.

He would deal with Bella later, as had always been his plan. She just couldn't be there to mess up this final part, there was too much at stake now.

The murderer made his way through the dark, and a smile spread on his lips as he saw the contour of a man opening the front door and entering the house.

"Just where I wanted you." he thought. His victim's timing was perfect. He reached behind him to fasten the gun inside his belt and made sure that his shirt hung down to cover it.

When he reached the house, he opened the door slowly, soundlessly, and stepped inside.

It was time to finish the game.

ooooooooo

Jacob wasn't scared. He was a big man, with speed and strength on his side, and he was currently armed with a sharp kitchen knife as well as a gun.

The gun was his secret. He hadn't told anyone about the fact that he had brought it to the island, at first because he didn't think anyone else needed to know, and now he was glad that he had chosen not to tell anyone.

Because one of them was the killer.

Jacob had tried to go over it all in his head, he thought of that first night when Jasper had been killed. All of them had been separated, so there was really no knowing who had done it. He couldn't trust anyone's alibi, except for Alice who was now murdered herself. And why had the killer chosen to only take her life, and not Bella's? Where was Emmett?

Jacob didn't have any answers; the one thing he could be sure of was that the only person he could trust was himself.

After having searched through his assigned part of the island, and not finding anything or anyone, he had decided to return to the house before the night fell.

He also wanted to check on Rosalie, just to make sure that she hadn't done something stupid, like going out to search for Emmett herself. Based on what little evidence they had to go by, it was likely that Emmett was the killer. He had been the one to suggest the whiskey, which Jacob was sure had been poisoned with sleeping medicine.

But the strongest evidence against Emmett was that he was now missing, right after Alice's murder.

Jacob opened the door to the house and stepped in, listening for any sign of movement. He had no chance of knowing if he was alone in the house or not, so he decided to be careful and move slowly, quietly, to not be caught by surprise if someone was to suddenly appear.

When he didn't catch any sound at all, he stepped over to the stairs and looked up, unsure if he should go up and check on Rosalie. She wouldn't be opening the door for him, since she had said she'd keep it closed unless at least two of them came knocking, but he could at least make sure that she was okay.

He climbed the stairs and walked through the corridor to Rosalie's room, and then his heart sank as he realized that the door was open. Even worse, it had been forced open.

"Good god, no…" Jacob whispered, paralyzed as the realization of what he would find in the room hit him. He didn't want to go inside, he didn't want to see what he knew he would see, but he had no choice. If there was even the slightest chance that Rosalie was still alive, he had to help her.

So he took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Goosebumps rose over his skin as the door creaked eerily, and he could feel his hands shaking harder. Jacob took one step inside the door, and glanced around the room. It was completely empty, but he could now hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Carefully, he crossed the room, the gun still in his right hand.

He heard a squishing sound when he put his foot down on the carpet by the bathroom door, and looked down to see that there was water all over the floor. He creased his forehead, not understanding where all the water was coming from. The door to the bathroom barely open, the light was on inside and warm steam slipped out as Jacob pushed the door open. The water kept pouring out over the floor, and his shoes splashed as he took the final steps into the room.

At first he could hardly see anything through the thick haze, just the contours of the bathtub to his left. His eyes trailed from the running faucet, over the sleek planes of the white tub and then stopped as they reached the hand that was hanging limp over the edge.

Jacob stumbled back and caught himself on the sink behind him, gripping it desperately for support. His stomach churned, nausea creeping over him as he kept staring at the lifeless hand. Now that the door was open, the steam began to fade, and the vision before him became more and more clear.

He could now make out the top of Rosalie's head. Her blonde hair was tangled and wet; the part of her face that he could see over the edge of the tub was pale white.

His stomach churned again, and he turned and emptied the contents of it into the sink, the sweat dripping from his forehead in beads. He stood convulsing for a minute longer before he dared to turn around again, praying against hope that what he had seen wasn't real.

But Rosalie's body was still there, still motionless, her face beneath the surface. The water was pouring over the rim of the tub, and it must have been blazing hot judging by how much steam was still coming from it. Jacob didn't know what to do, he didn't want to get any closer to the body, but neither did he want to leave her there. He had no idea what could happen if a body was left in water that temperature too long, and he didn't really want to find out.

He stalked out of the room, needing to get away from the haunting sight so that he could figure out what to do next. He walked over to the windows, and realized that this room had a door leading to a balcony. Desperate to get some fresh air to help clear his head, he opened the door and stepped out into the cold night air.

The lights from the house made it possible to see the rocky hillside beneath, and as Jacob leaned on his elbows against the railing, trying to take deep breaths, something between the rocks caught his attention. In the middle of all the blackness, there was a patch of white.

He leaned forward, straining to see what it was. And then two things happened at once.

Just as Jacob managed to make out what the patch of white really was, and feeling a jolt go through him at the realization, he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.

His eyes snapped from the sight of Emmett's broken and lifeless body among the rocks and he turned, panic rising in his throat.

The killer was coming for him now. And as he stood frozen, waiting for the door to creak open, he realized what he should have known all along. He knew who the killer was.

The footsteps crept closer, Jacob could hear them with perfect clarity, and just as the door opened and the person stepped inside, something inside his head finally snapped. He pushed off the railing he had been holding on to, and with a steady hand, he reached the gun out in front of him.

"You should put that down, Jacob. You could hurt yourself, and I'd really prefer if you left that up to me." A calm voice sounded through the room, and Jacob stepped through the balcony door to stand face to face with the killer.

The man smiled as he came into view, his arm was outstretched in a way that mimicked Jacobs. He was holding a gun in his hand, and his aim was steady as stone.

"You." Jacob snarled, feeling the anger and revulsion build up inside of him at the sight of the killer's satisfied smile.

"I'm surprised you didn't figure it out earlier. After all, you were always the smart one, weren't you? It was you who came up with the idea in the first place, and you convinced the others that it was a good idea." He said, and now there was a malice in his voice, the hatred he felt for his intended victim clear in his eyes.

Jacob swallowed, "We never meant for it to go that far. It was just a prank, no one was supposed to get hurt."

The killer let out a cold laugh, "You mean that none of you were supposed to get hurt. Don't pretend like you're intentions were something we both know they weren't." He took a step forward, and Jacob took an involuntary step back, terrified by the man in front of him.

"I've killed all your friends, one by one, and now it's only you left standing in the way for my complete vengeance."

"I'll kill you before you get a chance to finish your sick plan." Jacob's voice was shaking, maybe because he knew somewhere deep inside that his own words were a lie. Hadn't he always known, at some level, that he would one day get what was coming for him?

The killer's stare hardened, he raised the gun slightly and aimed for Jacob's head.

"We'll just see about that."

The two men stood frozen in matching positions for what could have been eternity, and then, in the exact same second, two gunshots were heard over the island.

Uh huh! They drop like flies, don't they? Who knew it was so easy to kill vamps and werewolves.. Oh okay, they're human, but still. Just the names should hold some kind of power, right? "You can never kill anyone named Edward!"

One chapter left. I will dedicate it to those who have guessed right (Some/one of you already have, I have to say I'm impressed!) so use those braincells and figure out the mystery! You'll get a gold medal from Detective Uley as well, cause he needs the help..