So if anyone is interested in hearing the Jason story that Jasper just told in the last chapter, I borrowed most of it from a scene in the 2nd movie. If you go to you tube's website, paste: /watch?v=RoztVV5yo3c after it. Enjoy!
"Okay that rain came out of nowhere," Jacob said, hurrying inside at the back of the group that rushed back up to the main cabin.
"Great..." Rosalie shook her head and stared down at her soaking wet clothes, putting her matted blond hair into a high bun. "First night and already nature is being a pain in the ass."
Emmett stripped off his wet t-shirt and flexed, "Come on babe. Now you get the full show."
"What the circus?" she teased with a laugh.
He grinned, "Got ya laughing at least."
Bella looked around, noting all the mud they were tracking through the house, "We should probably ditch our shoes right?"
Everyone simultaneously lifted one foot to glance at their dirty, wet sneakers.
"I'll grab a mop," Esme offered, stepping back out onto the large front porch to kick off her white and blue Adidas. She then hurried back inside and headed for one of the closets off the living room.
"Ah, shit." Emmett twisted his face in mild frustration.
"What?" Rosalie asked him.
"The archery range was uncovered. The targets are probably getting soaked."
"Do you have to go out there now?"
"Probably should." He stood with his hands on his hips facing her.
She made a face, outwardly showing her disapproval of him going out there to cover them.
"I'll go with you," Edward volunteered.
"What?" Bella asked. "No. Why?"
The two boys shared a quick laugh and looked at each other.
"What, you think Jason's going to get us?" Emmett asked, staring at Bella.
She rolled her eyes, but still held apprehension in her expression. "No."
"But it's really raining hard," Rosalie added.
"All the more reason to go cover the targets," he countered. "It's going to take us all of fifteen minutes round trip."
"I'll go too," Jacob volunteered.
Carlisle headed down the hall and returned with a rain jacket. "Paint buckets were left out too down by the beach."
Esme gave him the same look that Bella and Rosalie had their respective significant others.
"Hey Jasper," Emmett said, "I think your story really spooked the ladies." He laughed out loud.
"I'll go down there with ya Carlisle," Jasper volunteered. He looked at Alice and Esme with a smirk.
"Great," Rosalie said, shaking her head, "Leave all of us girls here defenseless."
"Mike's staying," Emmett pointed out with a grin.
"I mean, I can go help you guys," he said, but Jasper quickly silenced him.
"We'll be fine," he assured him.
"It's like that old joke," Emmett said, "How many idiots does it take..."
Carlisle and Edward both chuckled before Jasper threw on a jacket of his own.
"We'll be right back," he assured them all.
"Rosie, go shower and get comfortable." Emmett winked at her and she shook her head.
A moment later, the five of them wandered out the front door, onto the porch and out into the night.
Leah looked around at everyone's slightly worried expression and cracked a smile.
"I think I could hold my own against him," she commented.
"Who?" Esme asked.
"Jason."
Mike rolled his eyes and reached for his rubber mask on the counter. "I'm Jason. Remember?"
"Exactly my point." She raised her eyebrows once and quickly let them fall, spinning around with a smile.
Mike smiled back and then quickly turned when he heard a light banging against the outside of the house.
"What's that?" Bella asked, hurrying toward the front door.
Mike quickly joined her and looked outside before opening the screen door that separated them from the porch. He looked off to the left and right before noting the source of the noise.
"Shutter's loose," he explained, proceeding to wander out onto the porch.
Esme, Rosalie, Alice and Leah all made their way toward the screen, each peering out behind Bella as Mike attempted to fix the shutter.
"Can you get it back on there?" Bella asked him.
"I don't-" The shutter fluttered out of Mike's hands and crashed onto the wooden floorboard beneath his feet. He then looked up and made a face. "Whoops."
"I guess that's a no," Leah said.
"That's a big no," Rosalie added.
"What do I do?" he asked them, staring at the girls' amused expressions.
Esme exchanged a look with Alice and they both began to chuckle.
"Why don't you just prop it against the house for now," Alice suggested. "We can probably fix it in the morning."
"Steve's not going to be mad, is he?" Mike asked.
"It was an accident," Esme told him, "And it was already broken."
"Quick fix," Alice added with a nod. "It shouldn't take more than a few minutes to prop it back up."
"So..." he looked at them with a confused expression.
"So, come back in," Bella urged, glancing at the trees that were whipping around them in the wind.
"You don't think one of these trees could come down and hit the house, do you?" Esme asked, following her gaze.
"I hope not." Rosalie took a deep breath. She shook her head. "Hate this wilderness stuff."
They headed back inside and looked around the empty space.
"Let's get some music playing or something," Leah suggested, "It's too quiet."
"Good idea," Rosalie agreed. She walked around the room until she spotted an old stereo system perched on a wooden shelf that was built into the wall. "Vintage. Cool."
"Vintage?" Mike asked with a laugh, "That's only from like... the nineties."
She turned and glared at him before fiddling around with the knobs and buttons until they all found a modern alternative station with some familiar songs.
"Oooh, this is my favorite new song," Alice commented, picking up right away on the lyrics to Shut Up and Dance. She started swaying back and forth, singing along to the tune and making all the other girls laugh.
They all took it upon themselves to straiten up the downstairs level a little. Esme mopped the tile in the kitchen and by the door. Bella swept up on the living room's hardwood floors as Mike followed her around with a dustpan to get the small piles of dust and dirt.
Rosalie and Alice wiped down the countertops and lit a few candles that had been left over in the place, while Leah wiped down in the inside of the fridge before placing the food and drinks back in their original places.
"Okay..." Rosalie yawned, "I may go take a shower and start to get ready for bed. It's been a long day."
"How many bathrooms are there in here?" Mike asked, looking around.
"Three I think," Alice explained. She looked up toward the ceiling as she counted in her head, "Yeah... three."
"Anyone mind if I take the downstairs one over here?" Rosalie asked, pointing toward a small hallway that lead out of the main room.
"Not at all," Alice told her with a grin. Everyone else shook their heads and she wandered away, prompting everyone else to make their way to their own corners of the house.
"Guess I'll let the ladies go first," Mike said, plopping down on the couch. He reached for a remote on an oversized, espresso coffee table and quickly flipped on the television.
Esme made her way upstairs, having already noted that their room had a bathroom attached. She assumed that Rosalie and Emmett had missed that little detail in choosing their room. A part of her wanted to offer it to someone else, but the thought of getting into the shower after getting sweaty and dirty, not to mention smelling like campfire, made her decide differently.
She set aside some clothes to throw on for the rest of the night; a pair of pink and white plaid pajama pants and a plain, white tank top. She then grabbed the bottle of body wash as well as shampoo and conditioner from her backpack before heading into the shower to decompress.
The water pressure wasn't the greatest, but it did the job. Esme wondered how many bathrooms would be split between her, whoever she was co-counseling with and all the girls that would be bunking with them.
Hopefully more than just one, she thought.
"Shut up and dance with me..." Alice's voice carried into the room from somewhere in the hallway, making Esme smile to herself.
Everyone seems really nice.
Ten minutes passed, and she tried not to use up and overabundance of water to assure that everyone would have enough hot water to use throughout the night. Her mind drifted to Carlisle and she suddenly wondered if he and the other guys were back yet.
I hope so, she thought to herself, turning off the water as Jasper's tale of Camp Blood re-entered her mind.
Esme quickly dried off, listening hard for any sounds of Carlisle and her new bunkmates, but all she heard was silence.
They've got to be back by now.
She tried off and threw a towel around herself before opening the door to their bedroom.
Everything was as she left it. The pajamas she chose were laid out flat on the edge of the bed as they had been. A bedside lamp was left on, on the nightstand. A magazine she intended to read was on top of a rustic, wooden dresser in the corner of the room.
Esme walked toward the door that lead into the hallway and pulled it open a few inches. When she didn't hear anything from the rest of the house, she was tempted to call out for one of them but refrained.
"That... damn story." She whispered to herself and continued to stare into the dimly lit hallway.
Jasper's words continued to echo in her mind. The girl that survived that night... that Friday the 13th. She disappeared. Blood was everywhere.
She noted the current date in her mind. Thursday the twelfth. A hint of childish panic arose in her chest. Tomorrow is Friday the 13th.
Esme stood there, almost paralyzed for a moment before someone grabbed her from behind and she screamed.