Rosalie pushed Emmett back just a little and the two of them shared a grin.
"What?" he asked, hovering above her.
She grinned wider at his boyish smirk and dimples, almost putting off what she was about to tell him.
"We should go back to the cabin," Rosalie reluctantly told him.
Emmett scrunched his nose, propping himself up almost into a pushup position above her.
"It's so nice out here though." He tried to win her over, using his charm.
Rosalie ran a hand threw his short brown hair and kissed him once. "I know but..." she sighed, "What if someone comes walking down the beach."
Emmett looked over his shoulder. "I can't even see the beach. It's too dark."
A creak at the end of the dock made them both stiffen up and Emmett squinted and looked. "Hello?"
Rosalie took in a deep breath, suddenly startled and the two of them remained silent for nearly thirty seconds.
"Someone there?" Emmett asked again. His posture loosened up when no one replied and he heard the sway of the gentle waves against the dock.
"Cabin?" Rosalie asked him again.
He snickered, "It's just nature's noises."
Rosalie looked up at his cool grin before Emmett lowered himself back down and heated up their makeout session again. It didn't take long for Rosalie to forget her request and she eagerly found herself getting lost in the moment.
Neither of them paid attention to the slight creaks and groans of the dock in the darkness. Either they didn't hear it or assumed it was the wind and waves making the noises. It wasn't until the last second that Rosalie's eyes widened as she stared up at a tall, menacing stranger.
Emmett had it the easiest. His lips still trailed her neck and Rosalie had no time to yell out. She gasped in terror, looking through the eye holes of the white, hockey mask to make eye contact with the madman who held a machete high above his head. He proceeded to plunge it down, impaling Emmett's massive body to Rosalie's and making them both cry out in pain before both of them laid still in a pool of blood.
...
"What do we play now?" Edward asked, looking across the table at Carlisle.
Esme shuffled the cards in her hands repeatedly as the four of them sat in thought.
"It doesn't matter to me," Carlisle said back with a shrug.
A gust of wind rose off the lake, sending the trees in a swaying dance all around them. The loose shutter down on the other end of the porch was thrown from its place, yet again, and crashed to the porch floor with a loud thud.
Esme jumped, making Carlisle chuckle and put his arm around her.
Edward smiled wide. "I think fixing that thing is a lost cause."
Bella leaned back in her chair and put a foot up on the edge of table. She looked around and shuddered a bit when another wind picked up. Her eyebrows pressed together and she looked around the table.
"Where is everyone?" she asked.
"Where do you think?" Edward commented.
Bella looked at him, and then slowly smiled. "Really, though? No one's come back yet."
Esme leaned back to glance in the window. The living room was empty from what she could tell, though all the lights were still on.
"Should we send a search party?" Carlisle asked. He looked down toward the lake but couldn't see anything. A stroke of heat lightening illuminated the sky for a half-a-second.
"Do you think Emmett and Rosalie are still swimming?" Esme asked, concerned.
"I don't know if they ever intended on swimming," Bella said with a grin. She then thought for a moment, and wondered aloud, "What about Jacob?"
"Maybe he hit it off with Leah," Edward said with a shrug.
"Well, they must all be coming back soon, right?"
"I hope so," Esme said, looking around, "It's definitely going to storm. Alice and Jasper, too..."
"At least our homeboy Mike is safe and sound inside," Edward added, laughing at his own choice of words.
Another strike of lightening flashed, though no rain or thunder accompanied it.
"I think I left the windows open in our room," she said to Edward, making a face. "I opened them earlier to get some fresh air in there." Bella stood up, "I'll be right back, I'm just going to go close them."
Edward watched her go and stood up to stretch as the screen door slammed against the wooden door frame behind Bella as she wandered inside.
Esme placed the deck of cards back in the center of the table. No sooner than a second or two after she did so, a breeze blew the stack all over the place.
"Oh, boy." She bent down and began collecting them with the help of Carlisle and Edward.
"Maybe we should all get inside," Carlisle suggested. "It may get bad out soon."
Edward was the first to head toward the door, towing an empty bag of chips and a soda can. Esme and Carlisle followed closely behind.
"Bella." Edward disappeared down the hall toward their room, seeing that the light wasn't on. "Bella?"
He pushed the half-open door open all the way and peered into the darkness, not seeing anything at first as his eyes attempted to adjust to the darkness. Against the far wall, a see-through curtain fluttered and he could clearly see that the window was still open, despite Bella's claim that she was coming inside to close it.
Edward felt a presence beside him, but he couldn't see anything. The lack of sensory action made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. "Bella?"
His sixth sense was confirmed when a pair of cold hands reached around from behind and covered his eyes in the darkness.