31 Days of Halloween- Day 26

31 Days of Halloween
Day 26
~By: Random girl and Sara T.~
"Not. Gonna. Happen." I made sure to over-exaggerate each word as I formed my lips around each sound, hoping to get my point across.
"Come on Bella, don't be such a pussy." Rose said with an eye roll. I was a little disappointed that she was so on board with this idea. I thought for sure if anyone would be on my side, it would be little Miss Princess but no, she apparently thought this was a fantastic idea.
"I don't care," I said with a shrug of indifference. "All of you, go ahead! Have the time of your life, but me? No way is my ass going to the graveyard with you idiots on Halloween night to play some witchcraft game." Like I had just said . . . not gonna happen.
It was official – my friends had lost their fucking minds. They were currently trying to talk me into a night of horror, which included a scary movie marathon before capping the night by going to the cemetery at midnight on Halloween night to play with a Ouija board. Yeah, I'm not down for any of that.
"What's wrong?" Is little Bewwa-Wewwa scawed?" Emmett teased while tugging one the end of my hair, obviously trying to annoy me further.
"What? Me? Scared?" I squinted my eyes and scrunched my nose to give him a crazy look as I thought about disputing his accusation. But then I decided there was no point. "Yes, yes I am scared. Call me a pansy, a pussy, a fraidy cat, a fucking CHICKEN . . . whatever you want, but I'm still not going." I said, flipping my hair, hoping if I admitted it, then they would drop the subject and we could agree to do something else . . . like dress up as clowns and hand out candy to small children.
"Jesus, Bella, stop being such a drama queen." Alice sighed, clearly taking over the drama queen role she had just accused me of. "What is it that you think is going to happen? It's not like the dead are going to rise up out of their coffins just because we are using a Ouija board. It's a game; people play it all the time. So get over your irrational fears, 'cause like it or not, you are going with us!" She demanded, I suppose thinking that I would suddenly change my mind just because she said so. Obviously she didn't know me as well as she thought she did.
I was just about to tell her as much, but in a snarkier, bitchier way, of course, when Edward spoke. At first I thought the Heavens had opened up and the Angles were singing me a sonnet, but then I realized it was just his sweet magical voice.
"You don't need to be scared, Bella; I'll be there to protect you from all the zombies and ghosts that might try to attack you." He added a wink and a slight head nod, and once I wiped the drool from my chin I batted my eye lashes and nodded, possibly a little too eagerly back, accepting his invitation as my protector.
Alice laughed breaking me out of my daydream, "Who knew all it would take was a cute guy asking, to get you to change your mind."
I shot her a dirty look, just to let her know I would be telling her off about that little comment later.
Edward flashed his crooked smile at her and I wanted to rip her head off. That was my smile, reserved only for me. He wasn't allowed to use it on anyone else; in fact, I think it should be illegal.
Edward was new to our group. The rest of us – Rose, Alice, Emmett, Jasper and I – have been friends since diapers. It was inevitable really, since we grew up on the same street, had play dates together, and have attended the same school our entire lives. Edward just moved to our street over the summer, and we were all pretty thrilled that he did. Mostly because his parents bought the old Jones place, where Victoria used to reside. Although she grew up alongside us, she was never in our inner circle. She peed her pants until she was ten, and picked her nose on a regular basis, which is how she so affectionately became known as Icky Vicki. So yeah we were pretty happy when a new family bought her house, allowing her parents to buy a house in the city. I was even more excited when I saw the occupants of the house. Edward Cullen. I have had a crush on him since day one, and although I have convinced myself his feelings are mutual, he has yet to act on them. Not because of any deterrent from my end, I can assure you of that. I have dropped several subtle hints, letting him know that I was ready and willing to be his girlfriend at a moment's notice, and although he flirts with me on a daily basis, he has yet to make us official.
So the fact that he willingly offered to protect me from the ghost and goblins lurking in our cemetery . . . was more than enough to convince me to go along with this crazy idea. I have never been one to like the spooky, scary stuff. I even refuse to watch scary movies most of the time, but any chance I may have to be protected by his strong, muscular arms, and bury myself in his broad chest was well worth the price of being scared to death.
Usually on Halloween I go trick-or-treating with my little brother Seth for a while then I trade off with my parents and hand out candy to the local kids while they take over little brother duty. Then after 'lights out', which is eight o'clock in our neighborhood, I meet up with my girls and we go to Tyler's annual Halloween party. But this year is different. My brother, who is now eleven feels that he is too old for trick-or-treating, so he has offered up his services to hand out the candy. My thoughts are, this way he won't get picked on for doing the actual trick-or-treating by his friends, but he will still be able to dress up, with the presumption of scaring the little kids, and he will still get to eat all the candy he wants. Not a bad idea, in my opinion, I mean he did learn a thing or two from me after all.
Also this year there will be no hokey Halloween party at Tyler's. Tyler had gotten caught in his back yard tree house with Tanya, doing not very gentlemanly things to her. His mother's words exactly. So he was grounded for the next two months. No going out, no girls, and obviously no parties.
So this dilemma left my friends and me trying to come up with suitable ideas of how to spend our Halloween night. Emmett had been the one to suggest the scary movie marathon and Rose offered to host it at her house because she didn't have any younger siblings and her parents would be going out for the 'adult Halloween party' hosted by Jasper's parents.
Edward was the one who suggested adding in the grave yard tour at midnight and it had been Alice's great idea to pick up an Ouija board and play it at the cemetery. I was starting to really not like my group of friends anymore.
The bell rang signaling the end of lunch so I gathered my books as I not very enthusiastically nodded, affirming my torture by agreeing to meet at Rose's Halloween night at six to begin our movie marathon.
Halloween night came way too early for my liking. Everyone else was quite eager for our night of horror to begin, but me? I was trying desperately to think of ways to get out of it. Having no such luck I sucked it up, put on my big girl panties, and made sure I was at Rose's house at six o'clock on the dot to begin our movie marathon. The guys had been in charge of the movie picks for the night, and so our night began with 'Nightmare on Elm Street'. There is truly nothing like Freddie Krueger to get you in the Halloween spirit. I made sure to sit right beside Edward on the floor, so that each and every scary part that came on, I could bury my face in his chest. He eventually got the hint that this was going to happen quite regularly so he got himself comfortable and wrapped his arm around me, allowing me easier access to his chest. Yep, this is the good life.
At the end of the first movie I got up to use the bathroom and help Rose make some popcorn. When we returned the guys had already started the second movie which was with Stephen King's 'It'. Let's just say this movie made me glad we didn't use my idea of dressing like clowns. I will honestly never be able to look at them the same way. Ever. Again. While I did not like this movie, not at all, I was pleasantly surprised when Edward reached behind him to grab the blanket off the couch and cover us both with it, and even more thrilled when he nuzzled my hair with his nose and whispered in my ear that he didn't want me getting cold. Was this small action worth watching a clown kill people for two hours? In my humble opinion? Hells yes.
For the finale they guys chose to watch 'Pet Cemetery,' the irony was not lost on me. This movie was just down right gruesome and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why anyone would want to watch this. About half way through I sat up a little to see if the others were enjoying the movie, hoping they weren't so I could suggest finding another. To my dismay Rose and Emmett were nowhere to be found. Obviously they had grown tired of the slaughter and decided to move the party to her room. Alice and Jasper were covered in a blanket much the same as the one Edward and I were sharing, only theirs was covering their entire body, and it was moving quite vigorously. I don't even want to guess at what they were up to.
I softly elbowed Edward and pointed in their direction. He chuckled softly and pulled me back to his nook, wrapping his arm tightly around me.
"This blows." I whispered to him, trying not to disturb Alice and Jasper.
"You want to get some fresh air?" he offered. I hated to move out of the warmth and safety of his embrace, but I needed to get away from the movie for a while so I agreed.
We quickly but quietly made our way outside to sit on the swing on Rose's back porch. The night was cool and crisp making me want to crawl in his lap to cuddle. I of course controlled myself, and did no such thing, but I was definitely thinking it.
"So, how do you like the movies?" He questioned after a few minutes.
"They suck." I decided to be honest. "I'm really not a scary movie kind of girl. I'm more of a Notebook, or Steel Magnolia's kind of person."
He laughed at my confession before speaking again. "Come on, it can't be that bad. And here I thought I was doing a good job of making you feel safe. You're gonna' make me feel bad." He leaned in closer to my face and I could see the fog his breath was creating as he spoke again. 'Tell me what I can do to make the night better for you, Bella."
I could feel my face flushing. There was that damn flirting again. "I do have to admit, you being here does make this all a little easier to handle." I said leaning a little further into him.
"I do want you to enjoy your night." He said before giving me a lopsided smirk. "Just let me know if there is anything I can do to make it better."
"Well, there is always room for improvement." I told him, while trying to mimic his smirk. It looked so damn sexy on him, I could only hope it looked equally as sexy on me.
"Any ideas?" he asked moving even closer to me.
This was it. This was our moment. We were going to kiss and this was going to be the best night of my life. I let my eyes flutter close as I tilted my head slightly to the left. I could feel the warmth radiate from his body as he inched closer.
And then the damn door flew open as Emmett's loud voice cut through the night air. "There you two are! What the hell are you doing out here?"
Edward immediately moved back as I practically jumped out of my skin at the sound of his voice.
"We were just…" Edward began then looked to me to fill in the blank. Thanks for putting me on the spot there buddy I thought as I stumbled over my answer. "We were . . . you know . . . just talking. I needed a break from all the gore, and well he, ya know, offered to…" I trailed off not having a clue as to where I was going with this. "Jesus, Emmett, what's with all the questions? What do you care where we are or what we are doing?" I decided being defensive was my best option here.
"I don't really care." He shrugged, showing that he really didn't, making me feel like a big idiot. "I was just looking for you guys to let you know that everyone is ready to go to the graveyard. So uh….when you're done doing whatever it is that you're doing come find us." He then turned and walked back in the house, dropping the subject.
Edward and I looked at each other both began laughing. "Well that was awkward." He said between chuckles.
"Yeah it kinda was." I agreed whole-heartedly. "I guess we should . . . you know." I pointed my thumb over my shoulder towards the door indicating we should go, I just couldn't actually say the words because I so didn't want to give up my free time with Edward. I wanted to stay out here on this swing with him and give him another opportunity to kiss me. My God, did I want him to kiss me.
"Yeah, we should go." He agreed standing up then holding out his hand to help me up off the swing.
The ride to the cemetery isn't what I would call pleasant in the least. We all piled into Emmett's jeep, so we could ride together, and somehow in the fifteen minute car ride everyone managed to tell a scary story of someone who knew someone who knew someone that was murdered at the very graveyard that we were going to. So needless to say by the time Emmett parked on the street outside the cemetery, I was scared shitless.
We all climbed out the jeep, and although none of them would admit to being scared, they sure did stay close together.
The walk through the grave yard was eerie. It was pitch black, the only light coming from the moon, which was partially coved by the clouds. It was freezing cold, thanks to the constant breeze. Every time the wind would blow causing the trees and bushes to rustle. my skin would crawl. I found myself constantly looking over my shoulder, just to make sure no one was following us. It felt as though we were being followed, though logically I knew that were weren't. My senses, however, were on high alert.
I made sure to stay close to Edward, just in case I needed him to beat down any zombies for me. Once we made it to about the middle of the cemetery Alice deemed it suitable to set up. Rose laid out a blanket while I set out candles, just to provide us with a little more light. Alice set up the Ouija board in the center of the blanket while we all sat in a perfect circle around it.
"Who's going first?" Alice asked looking around the group. As much of a good idea as everyone had thought this was, no one seemed to want to step up and be the first to go. "Come on guys," Alice whined. "Someone has to go first to get the ball rolling."
Everyone was silent for what felt like forever when finally Emmett huffed and sat forward. "Alright you pussies, I'll go first."
Emmett closed his eyes in concentration for a moment before his face lit up and he leaned over the board placing his hand on the planchett and asking in a very deep voice, "Who at our school has genital warts?" There were a few chuckles but we all watched the wooden piece in fascination as it moved around the board landing on the letters BEN.
"You moved it on your own." Jasper accused pointing a finger in Emmett's direction.
"Did not!" Emmett was quick to counter. "If you don't believe me then you try it."
"Fine, I will." Jasper accepted the challenge, moving a little closer to the board. It didn't take him as long to think of his question as he quickly placed his hand on the planchett and asked, "Who in the group watches gay porn?" Again there were a few snickers but we all watched closely as the wooden piece moved over the board spelling out ROSE.
We all turned wide eyed to her, waiting on an explanation "It wasn't by choice!" she quickly let us know. "Emmett made me watch it last week!"
"So it's true?" Alice asked, and then continued before Rose could answer again. "The board knew the correct answer." She said in wonder.
All was quiet once again as the wind whipped sharply around us, creating a ghostly, eerie feeling. "My turn," Alice announced, moving quickly over the board and placing her fingers on the wood piece. "Will I ever get married?" I rolled my eyes at her question. How typical . . .
We all watched silently as the piece floated across the board and landed on NO. "Well obviously this thing is broken," Alice announced, sitting back in her spot. Edward was the only one to chuckle at her disbelief. "I think it's a little more on target than you give it credit for."
Alice arched an eyebrow at him, daring him. "Since you have so much faith in the game, why don't you ask it a question?"
"Fine." Edward shrugged, seeming to think about his next move. "I'll go for an easy one." He said with a full smirk in place. "Will I get to kiss Bella tonight?" He asked just as his fingers landed on the wooden piece, then turned to me and winked. Fuckmesideways,hedidNOTjustsaythat.
It quickly moved across the board to YES. "See?" he said with a shrug of his shoulders, giving me a cocky smirk. "Right as usual."
Have I mentioned that I would love to fuck him? Just saying . . .
"That's a stupid question." Rose quickly said. "The game isn't supposed to answer those types of questions. Here let me try." She lifted up off of Emmett's lap and leaned over the board placing her fingers on the board. Taking a deep breath she asked "When am I going to die?" The planchett moved over the board and every one of us stopped cold.
TONIGHT.
I had to be seeing it wrong.
No one moved. No one spoke. We all sat as still as possible holding our breath. "That's . . ." Rose gulped, "kind of freaky." She turned her stare to Alice. "You ask it the same question." She demanded, and there was no room for argument in her voice.
Alice rose to the board and with shaky hands asked the same question in a low voice. The answer . . . was the same as Rose's.
TONIGHT.
"Guy's, I don't like this." I finally spoke up. "I really think we should go back home." I was pleading and by the look on everyone's face, they agreed with me.
"W-wait." Emmett stuttered out, placing his hand on the wooden piece "I have to know what my answer will be. " He says before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath "When will I die?" We waited in fear to see the answer.
TONIGHT.
"I am so out of here!" I said getting on my knees to stand. This was too much for me to handle. I needed the safety of my home now.
"Just one more," Emmett said, not removing his hand.
"No!" I almost screamed, unable to hide the terror in my voice. "I can't take anymore of this!"
I was already halfway to the car when I heard it . . .
"Will we all die together?" He asked, not listening to my plea. I stopped cold. They all watched with baited breath as the wooden piece moved quickly.
I didn't need to see the board. I could see it on their faces.
YES.
Never taking his hand away he asked another question. "W-when? When tonight will we die?"
I crept towards the board. I had to know.
The planchette quickly moved to the N then moved even faster to the O but oh so slowly moved to the W.
We all gasped loudly as the wind blew, causing all of our candles to blow out. The clouds moved, covering our light from the moon. A twig snapped from the distance, causing goose bumps to cover my body and the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. I immediately reached for Edward, needing his protection now more than ever.
He was gone.
"EDWARD!" I wailed. "Edward, where are you?"
"Bella, come on!" Alice called out somewhere behind me. I turned to see that they were already in the car.
They were leaving me.
They couldn't . . .
"WAIT!"
I couldn't stop screaming.
I ran after the departing car, but it was futile.
I couldn't run fast enough, couldn't scream loud enough . . .
And then . . .
The car had come to a complete stop.
No, something had stopped the car.
Someone . . .
More than one . . .
In a matter of seconds, just as quickly as they had been inside, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett were out of the car and facing . . .
People?
Three men and a woman, but I wasn't sure because it was so dark.
They surrounded my companions, giving them no possible chance of escaping.
"Leaving so soon?" asked a flawless, smooth, sinister voice that made my blood go cold. Even from where I was standing, I could see my friends violently shaking.
Whoever these people were, they were enjoying the fact that they had their prey trembling. It was obvious by the twisted smiles on their faces.
"You forgot to ask one question," the terrifying voice almost chided.
"Who dies first?"
"Emmett? How about Alice? Perhaps we can start with Bella."
Did they see me?
My legs were shaking so hard that I could barely stand anymore. Before I hit the ground, something solid caught me and covered my mouth before my scream of panic could escape me.
"Bella, shut the fuck up before they hear you!" Edward half whispered, half hissed into my ear. He dragged me into the bushes, not removing his hand.
"You can't make a noise, or they'll find you. Understand?"
I nodded my head, and he slowly took his hand off my mouth.
"They won't see us here," he whispered.
"Edward, I couldn't fi-"
I was cut off by the sudden and unbearable noise that sounded almost nothing like Jasper. He was screaming and it made my skin crawl. Through the bushes, I could only watch.
Everything was happening so quickly and furiously, I saw everything happening in fragments.
Jasper was on the ground, and someone was crouched over him. It looked as if . . .
Was he bitingJasper?
Alice and Rosalie were running.
Emmett was taunting one of the bigger people. Whoever this person was, he seemed to like Emmett's attempted threats.
The man's face was in Jasper's neck, and Jasper's frantic fists were trying in vain to fight him off. It was pointless.
Alice and Rosalie were being chased.
Emmett was throwing punches at his opponent.
Jasper's fists were flying slower and slower.
Alice and Rosalie were overtaken.
Emmett threw another punch, and his arm was grabbed midair and snapped like a twig. I could hear the bone break. Emmett fell to the ground in agony.
Jasper wasn't moving anymore.
Alice was sobbing and Rosalie was begging for her life to the man and woman towering over them. It only added to the sick pleasure these two strangers were getting from Alice and Rosalie's fear.
Emmett was trying to shield himself from the relentless beating he was enduring, curling in on himself to protect his ribs from his opponent's kicks.
Rosalie was pulled off the ground by her hair and dangled in the air by the woman. Rosalie fought in vain to get free.
"Such a pretty face," she cooed to Rosalie, as if she were paying compliments to a lifelong friend.
Rosalie spit in her face. The woman's smile made my skin crawl.
"I can do better," she whispered, spitting in Rosalie's eyes. Rosalie was unceremoniously dropped to the ground, clawing at her eyes and screaming.
The man was looking at Alice with an almost confused look.
"Please," she was whimpering. "Please don't, please, please, please!" She was crying so hard that she could barely be understood.
The man didn't have the patience to try to listen to her. Crouching down, he wrapped his massive hands around her tiny throat, cutting off her air. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, and she choked and coughed and labored for a breath. Just like Jasper, she fought as hard as she could, but she was no match for him. He slammed her head down when her puny fist made purchase with his face. Her choking sounds became less and less, until she was silent and unmoving.
Another piercing cry to match Rosalie's own suddenly filled the air. Emmett's other arm had been broken. His useless arms hung at his sides, so he tried kicking to defend himself. The man grabbed Emmett's leg and snapped it. Emmett almost fainted from the pain.
He never got the chance.
The man wrapped his hands around Emmett's head and twisted it violently. Emmett's body collapsed to the ground in a heap, his head bent at an unnatural angle.
Rosalie was still yelling and clawing at whatever was in her eyes. The woman stood above her, amused by Rosalie's pain.
"YOU BITCH!" Rosalie shrieked. The woman didn't like that. Bending down, she brought her face to Rosalie's neck. If I had thought Rosalie's screaming was bad before, it was nothing on what I was hearing now.
Emmett's killer was now pressing his face into Emmett's neck the same way, and the man that squeezed the life out of my best friend also had his face buried in Alice neck.
I couldn't take this anymore.
"Edward, please get me out of here." I whispered, not masking the tremble in my voice.
"I haven't had my turn yet," he whispered back so quietly I barely heard him.
I froze. "This isn't funny," I hissed.
"Who said I was trying to be funny?"
Now I turned to look at him, and what I saw paralyzed me.
His eyes were black. It was not just his irises, it was even the whites of his eyes.
Full black.
And he was smiling at me.
"no . . . NO!" I fell out of the bushes, crawling backwards on my hands and knees, frantically trying to get away as Edward matched me step for step, still smiling the whole time.
"What's the rush?" That cocky smile, that smile that had once melted me, was now so sinister that I couldn't even conjure up a time that it had any positive effect on me. "I haven't even gotten to kiss you yet."
"Edward, please . . ." I didn't know what else to do but beg. I knew there was no way I could fight him off or run away. I couldn't stop the tears falling down my face.
It was over . . .
"Shhh, don't cry," he soothed while wiping one of my tears away. His other hand wrapped around the back of my head, gripping my hair and pulling on it slightly to give him better access to my neck.
It was over . . .
"I'll make it quick. You won't suffer long." He pulled on my hair even more, exposing even more of my neck for him.
It was over . . .
"My Bella . . ."
It wa-
As soon as his teeth sank into my skin, every other thought I had vanished. All I could focus on was the excruciating pain coursing through my body.
I could feel it in my feet, because I was kicking him.
I could feel it in my fingertips, because I was punching him and clawing at his back and hair as hard as I could.
I felt it in my throat, because he was relentless and he was draining me and I was screaming so hard that it didn't even sound like me.
I knew I was dying. I felt myself getting weaker. I could barely lift my hands to hit him. My breathing was becoming a struggle. My screams were barely whispers. His grip on my hair was loosening, yet he still continued to drain me.
He pulled away and gently laid my head down on the ground. Edward was still holding me, and he was staring into my wide and unblinking eyes. He leaned down and pressed his lips into mine.
I couldn't move. I could barely breathe. I couldn't focus on the irony of this moment, when I had finally gotten the one thing I had been wanting from him. I knew I was slipping away . . .
"Don't tell me you went and got yourself attached to her," a voice behind Edward's shoulder accused. I knew that voice. It was the voice of a woman . . .
The woman that hurt Rose.
She stood over me. I could only stare. Her mouth and chin were covered in blood.
Rose's blood.
"No," Edward said curtly, moving me from his embrace and quickly standing up to get away from me.
"Awwwww, so fucking sweet," her velvet voice cooed, and it was dripping in sarcasm.
"Fuck you," he spit at her with venom in his voice.
My vision was tunneling. I couldn't see him anymore.
"She certainly was a looker, wasn't she?" Rose's killer teased, as if she knew Edward didn't want to hear it.
"Yeah," Edward said sharply. He sounded like he was close to me again, but I could barely hear anything now.
It's over . . .
"She was."