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Leah jogged back toward where she left Jacob, attempting to get there as fast as she could to get him down.
"Jake!" she called, "I think I found something to get ya down!"
She smiled to herself, seeing him in the distance despite the darkness. "If this doesn't work though I'll have to tell the others what happened, but for now your secret is safe with me."
Leah breathed heavily as she closed the distance between the two of them.
"Jacob!" she said, "Oh, man, I hope I can reach where the rope starts." She giggled. "Jacob." There was no answer. She put a hand on her hip, noting his back was to her. "Jake..."
Leah reached her arm down, placing it on his midsection and twirled him around. For a moment she just stared at him, and the reality of what she saw registered as a joke because it was the only way her brain could process it.
"Jacob," she repeated his name another time and looked into his lifeless eyes that stared blankly back at her. Blood stained the front of his shirt and the gash on his neck was still fresh with blood that was attempting to escape through the open wound.
Leah's stomach sank with fear and dread. "Jacob!" she shrieked.
This is a sick joke, she thought.
"Jake!" she pushed his hands against his lifeless body again, and felt her fear rise with the way it swung lifelessly back and forth. Her hands began to shake and she backed away slowly and she covered her mouth. "J..." She couldn't finish his name. She couldn't speak.
Leah backed away farther and for a moment felt as if the whole world was spinning around her.
He's dead, she thought. Jacob is-
A loud, painful gasp left Leah's throat as she felt a pain deep with her midsection. There was no time to think; no time to run.
Leah looked down, seeing the object of her demise sticking through her core. The tail end of a sharp blade was coated and dripping with her fresh, warm blood. Her last thoughts before everything went black were fearful for that of the rest of her new-found friends.
Whoever stood behind her had no mercy; no conscience; no remorse. He was a monster, and all Leah knew for certain was that they had awoken him.
...
Emmett pinned Rosalie against the edge of the dock and pressed his mouth firmly against hers.
She giggled against his lips, pulling him toward her in the water.
The two of them proceeded to kiss for a moment before Emmett attempted to pull the string on her bikini.
"Mmm.. wait." Rosalie began to laugh again and looked around the darkness.
"What?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
She continued to scan the area, only able to see the front porch light to the cabin in the far distance.
Emmett looked over his shoulder, "No one can see us," he assured her with a grin.
Rosalie sighed and then gave in and kissed him.
He smiled to himself and then hoisted her up out of the water far enough to seat her on the edge of the dock.
She began to laugh harder, placing a hand over her mouth and then Emmett pushed himself up next to her so they sat side by side for a moment.
"Are you sure no one's around?" Rosalie whispered to him.
He didn't answer, responding only by playfully pinning her beneath him on the dock where they continued to make out under the cover of darkness.
Down the way, Jason could hear the subtle laughter and flirtatious antics of the young couple. He took his time, pacing himself as he knew exactly where his destination was. There was no rush. No one knew he was there. The ones who had were already dead. There was no one who would stop him from what he was about to do.