Rain continued to pour, sounding off on the roof of the cabin. It would have been tranquil, or even a bit romantic, if it wasn't for the somewhat creepy nature of the settings.

Esme looked up at the high ceiling and tried to focus on the show that she and Carlisle were watching. He looked over at her a few times before finally asking. "Are you alright?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes, but... where is everyone? It's pouring outside."

"There are cabins kind of scattered all over the place," he reminded her with a shrug. "Maybe the others were closer to them and just tried to get out of the rain as fast as they could."

"Yeah, probably."

Carlisle turned to her, "If you want we can go see where they are." He glanced over his shoulder toward the kitchen counter, "There's a flashlight up there; one of the good, cop ones."

Esme turned and smiled at his choice of words.

"Hey," he said, tucking his thumb and finger beneath her chin, "Everything's fine."

She inhaled deeply and them smiled, "You're right. I know... you just know how my imagination can get."

Carlisle leaned in and touched his lips to hers once. "They'll be back any minute."

Esme kissed him a second and third time before leaning into him on the couch.

...

Bella cuddled against Edward, who laid on his back with a grin.

"See, it's kind of nice isn't it?" he asked.

"What's that?"

"Having this big, empty house to ourselves."

Bella laughed, "Well, Carlisle and Esme are here."

"I mainly meant no Jacob."

She laughed again, "He's like a brother."

"One that's always checking you out."

"Oh, stop." She swatted him on the chest.

"I can't say I blame him," Edward said, "You're gorgeous... sexy... beautiful."

Bella smirked and kissed him, "Keep going."

"There are far too many adjectives. I would be up all night."

"Well, I hope you're already planning on that." She kissed him again and scooted out of the bed.

"Hey, hey..." Edward sat up halfway, "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom." Bella leaned down and kissed him once, "Save my place for me?"

"Oh yeah." He kissed her again and watched as she threw on the pajama pants she'd left on the floor the day before and headed out of the room.

Edward took a deep breath and placed his hands on the back of his head. He smiled to himself, feeling completely at ease as he waited for Bella to return.

Rain continued to pour, and he closed his eyes, sinking into the pillow and enjoying the relaxing nature of the situation, despite the outdated nature of the twin mattress he laid on.

A wet sensation on Edward's forehead made his eyes flicker open. He laid in silence for a moment before a second drop of something from above landed on his forehead in the same spot.

He reached a hand up, swiping his fingers across his brow line and squinted to see what it was.

Even in darkness, Edward was able to make out the color - a deep red that felt oddly warm.

He looked up toward the bottom of the mattress of the top bunk, and before a real thought could run through his mind, a hand reached from under the bed, clamping down on his forehead before he felt the surging pain from below of a sharp object that protruded through his throat.

Blood began spurt in all directions, like a morbid fountain of horror.

Edward had no time to scream. He couldn't scream. His mouth remained open from the pain of his final moments; eyes wide with fear and body still as he laid unmoving in his death bed on Crystal Lake.

** This was a duplicate of Kevin Bacon's death from the original Friday the 13th... I'm sure it's on Youtube if you're in the mood for some gore :)