Okay guys… um… well… I can explain! ...

No. I can't. It's called laziness. I'm really sorry. But I want to give a shout-out to edwardcullenlvr17 and TwilightxHPotterxPxJackson for constantly reminding me to update! It's here now, guys! And it's dramatic. And shocking. And steamy. And bloody.

BPOV

Edward and I were both taking different cars to Mike's house so that when it's time for us to go in, we can enter less suspiciously. We're also taking Carlisle and Jasper's cars to be less conspicuous (everyone knows about Edward's iconic Volvo, and Rosalie's red BMW wouldn't necessarily help us either).

I still didn't trust myself with Carlisle's Mercedes, so Edward drove his dad's while I took the other one.

It took a good twenty minutes to get to Newton's house. Not because Forks in a huge town, and not because we were driving slow, but because the Cullen's live further away from everyone else. Their house feels like it's in the middle of the forest.

But once we were there, we both parked on opposite sides of the street. I yanked the car out of the engine and locked the doors. Sinking down in my seat, I set the agenda for our plan tonight down, and grabbed my phone.

There was one new text from Edward.

I see you…

I rolled my eyes and leaned forward to look out the window. Edward was sitting up and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, staring blankly into the street.

Oh, I'm so scared. I texted back. You look pretty menacing in that Greek God costume.

He texted back almost immediately. He must have been holding the phone underneath he steering wheel because I didn't even see him text back.

You look beautiful in yours. Why don't you come over here so I can see it? ;)

My heart started pounding in my chest. As much as we talk and text, he's never once said anything like that to me. My throat tightened and a very strange feeling washed over me. I knew that we were supposed to be stay in separate cars, but I couldn't deny his invitation.

I made sure that the coast was clear before I kicked my door open and ran over to his car. There wasn't anyone in the front yard so I didn't have to be as secretive as I was, but it's always better safe than sorry.

I yanked open his car door and slid into the passenger seat.

"Hi." I breathed.

He raised one eyebrow. "What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be in your car?"

"You just texted me and told me to come over here." I paused for a moment. An eerie silence suddenly filled the room. "Didn't you?"

Edward suddenly laughed. "God. I'm going to kill him when I get home!"

"Huh?"

"Emmett has my phone. He asked to borrow it earlier today. I'm sure he just texted you pretending to be me." He shook his head. "What did he say?"

I bit my lip and looked down at the floor. As much as I tried to stop it, I felt a thick blush creep upon my cheeks. It was always so obvious on my pale, porcelain like skin. I didn't know if I really wanted to answer that question. It wasn't even Edward who said it, which meant that he obviously didn't want to flirt… so why even bother? It'd just lead to more blushing.

"Oh… you know… just for me to come over here…"

Edward cocked his head to the side. "You are a terrible liar, Miss Swan."

I let my face fall. "I know, I know."

He turned his body to the side and leaned a little closer to me. Aside from the lights on the porch, it was pitch black outside, and completely dark in the car. When he moved closer, I could make out the contour of his face: perfect nose, pursed lips, thick eyelashes…

I felt my heart skip a beat.

"You want to tell me what he really said?"

"Um… no…"

Edward was really close now. I was facing forward, and his lips traced along my ear. "Please?" He whispered, and suddenly his velvet voice was the only thing that I could hear. It echoed through my mind, intoxicating me.

He brushed his lips along my jaw line, and I turned my head to face him. It was intense, so intense that our lips hesitated, only inches away from each other.

I closed my eyes and let out a short, shaky breath.

It took for what seemed like eternity for him to finally press his lips against mine. And once he did, I felt a million sparks flying throughout my body. It was like the stars had finally aligned for the both of us, and they were spelling out our names.

While he kissed me, I slowly moved my hands to his hair, where I tangled my fingers. His hands rested on the arch of my back, pulling me closer to him. I sat up on my knees and moved as close to him as I possibly could in the small, confined space of the car.

I had never kissed a boy before, let alone like this. This was something that I had never imagined would ever happen to me. It was too surreal for me wrap my mind around. The emotions were so raw and passionate; it was, again, something I had never felt before.

I loved the heat of his body against mine, the way how when our lips part we hungrily pull back for more. The moaning sounds coming from the back of his throat, and how sure his hands felt on my back.

"I love you so much." He managed to say in between kisses.

"I love you too." I whispered, and he pulled me over on top of him.

Half an hour later, I ran back to the car with Edward's jacket around me. The air was cold, but felt completely warm. If I closed my eyes, I could remember his warm body pressed up against mine. I shivered.

I prayed that nothing had happened during that. Because if it had and we missed our chance on ruining the "show", then we were doomed to a life full of payback from Alice.

I locked myself back in the car and tried to focus on what we were supposed to be doing, but it was really hard to stay concentrated when my mind kept wandering off.

"Come on, Bella. Snap of out it." I whispered to myself.

Maybe reading the plan again would refresh my memory. I leaned over to grab it from the seat next to me, and realized that it wasn't there. I turned on the light to make sure that I just didn't feel it, but no. It was missing. Gone.

I hadn't even been gone for that long. Twenty minutes to half an hour max. Was someone really that set on stealing this from my car? They must have had intensions on doing it. Just as I was about to go and tell Edward, I him and someone standing by his car. I flipped out my lights and squinted to see.

Whoever it was wearing a black cloak. Mike, I assumed. That meant that it was my time to shine.

I silently opened the door on the passenger side so they wouldn't see me, and crept down the sidewalk for quite some time so Mike wouldn't see me coming from Jasper's car. Once I was a good distance away, I started walking towards the house.

I caught of glimpse of their conversation as I walked by.

"… out of here before I call the cops."

"Alright. I'm leaving."

No! Edward can't leave! I can't ruin whatever they have planned by myself. I barely have the guts to do what I'm doing right now, let along sabotage something.

I was nearing the door now. From the corner of my eye, I saw someone in a black cloak following me. Bingo. He was falling for the bate. I shook out my hair and kept on walking. Once I was inside, I covered my face with my hair so no one would call me out. So far, it was working. People barely noticed me as I walked by.

I kept going until I made my way to the back porch. It was dark, and I couldn't see a thing. That kind of scared me. This was still one of Mike Newton's famous Halloween parties.

He closed the door behind him and came up behind me. His hands were on my hips, and his breath was hot on my neck.

Okay. Come on. Let's start this so I can ruin it. Hopefully with Edward, if he shows up, that is.

Suddenly, there was a scream from inside the house. I gasped and ran over to the sliding screen door. There, laying in the middle of the middle room, was Jessica. There was red blood oozing from her stomach, and a hooded figure standing over with a night.

The whole crowd was gasping and screaming, until she suddenly started laughing and sat up straight.

"Wait a second…" I whispered. "If that's Jessica and Mike putting on their show right now, then who are - "

A bright set of lights turned on in the backyard. I shut my eyes, and stumbled backwards, blinded by the sudden light. It was so bright that I could see it behind closed eyelids.

My phone suddenly vibrated twice in my pocket. One message was from Alice - she said that something had happened to Emmett and Jasper… the other was from Edward -

Help me, Bella… help me…

"Oh my god." I whimpered.

Whoever it was who was out here with me walked forward. "Looks like your plan didn't go as you had hoped for, Miss Swan." I recognized the voice, but I couldn't put a finger on who it was.

"What the hell do you want? Where's Edward?" He came up next to me and pushed my hair away from my neck. He held up a knife and slowly traced it up and down my bare skin.

"I wanna play a game."

I shuddered. It reminded me so much of that movie Emmett had made me watch.

"Here's how it works." He said to me. "I'm going to ask you some questions. For every one you get right, is one rope that we untie. But for every one that you get wrong, is another blow to the head for your poor boyfriend."

I blinked. "What are you talking about?"

Another light went on. This one was shining about ten feet away from me. I screamed as soon as I saw it, and fell onto my knees, gasping for air. It was Edward. He was tied upside from a tree - one rope around each leg, each hand tied to another three on either side. He was gagged, and both of his eyes were deep purple and black.

The guy came up behind me and covered my mouth. "And if you get three questions wrong…" He held up a lighter. "We're going to start a little forest fire."

He let go of me and I fell to the ground. I wanted to scream again but I couldn't find my voice. I leaned over to the side and threw up. This was so sick. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real…

"Stand up. It's time for the first question!" He yelled at me.

I scrambled up to my feet.

"First question… what was the name of the camp in Friday the 13th?"

"Crystal Lake." I breathed.

One of the ties on Edward's arm was released. A tiny sense of relief washed over me.

"Who is the killer in the same movie?"

"Which version?" I pressed.

"Take a pick."

"Mrs. Voorhees."

"Wrong. The answer I was looking for was Jason."

Another figure in a black cloak walked over to Edward with a baseball bat and hit him on the head. I watched as blood oozed down his face and dripped onto the ground. They smacked him again on the stomach, then in the leg. I heard the cracking of a bone, and Edward yelled underneath his gag.

"STOP! PLEASE, STOP!"

"It's time for the next question." He growled at me. "What kind of mask does Jason wear?"

I sniffled. "A hockey mask."

Another rope was cut from Edward now. This time his other hand. Two more questions, Bella. Two more questions and they'll let him go.

"Number three… what is Jason's weapon of choice?"

"Machete."

Yet another rope was let go. He was dangling from one rope now. I noticed that it was the leg they had bashed with the baseball bat that he was hanging from. I gasped aloud.

"Next question, please. Hurry."

He chuckled. "Eager much?"

"Please!"

"Alright, alright… how many people has Jason killed?"

What kind of question is that? He wants me to give him the murder count of a fictional murderer? I put my hands to my head and started sobbing. I knew that I couldn't answer it right. I knew that they would beat Edward again. I knew he would die…

"You have ten seconds…"

I shook my head. "I don't know… thirteen….?"

He smacked his lips. "Good guess. But no."

They started beating Edward with the baseball bat again. This time I screamed. I saw the white gag around his mouth spatter with blood, and more bruises up and down his arms. There was blood everywhere. So much that I could spell it. And it made me sick.

If I got this question wrong, they could light him on fire. If I could got it right, then they let him go.

"Easy question. What is Jason's last name?"

"Voorhees." I whispered, then looked up at him. "It's Voorhees. Voorhees!"

"Correct. Looks like we'll be letting your boyfriend go."

I watched as Edward fell from up in the tree and landed with a thud onto the grass. I took off and ran over to him. He was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. I put my hand to his chest and started shaking. I checked for a pulse. It was slow and fading, but it was there.

"Edward, stay with me. Please, please. Edward, I love you. Don't die. Please, Edward, please… stay with me…" I lightly put my lips against his. I could taste the blood.

"Bella…" He said so quietly I could barely even hear.

"Don't talk." I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. "I'm getting help. I promise. You're not going to leave me."

"Bella… look out…" Edward warned me weakly.

"Look out?"

I didn't see it, but I felt it. I felt the blow to my head with someone metal and hard, and I screamed. Something wet and warm filled my hair, and my head burned like a blazing sun.

There was a lot of noise. I saw someone walk in. He asked what was going on and pulled off his mask with Jessica by his side. They said that had just got here. They hadn't noticed me yet.

I whispered for help, but they couldn't hear me. That's when I felt Edward's hand on mine. I looked over at him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep.

I tried to reach for the phone, but someone stepped on it, crushing it into a million pieces. I started crying, and the figure knelt by my side.

"Death lies on her, like an untimely frost…" He whispered and leaned over me, holding the baseball bat in his hand.

He pulled off the mask, and I screamed.

And they all lived happily ever after! The end. This is kind of confusing, so if you have any questions, just ask! I can't promise an answer to all of them… like these questions -

Did Edward die?
Who is the killer?

Because the point is for me to know and you to find out… or not find out… it just keeps your mind racing! Don't you hate it went people end with cliff hanger endings? I can answer that one. And it is yes. Anyway, please review! This chapter was actually really fun to write. I hope that this kept you on the edge of your seats! Happy late Halloween.

Xoxo,
Halley

P.S. I'm starting a new story soon, and this will be the first story I write with an editor! I'm so excited, but in the meantime, check out my stories People Throw Rocks at Things That Shine and the sequel to that Life Makes Love Look Hard.