Prompt 2- darkNnerdy

“Why the hell did you pick this place?” Bella asks, trying to maneuver her bag and walk along the muddy path.

“It’s supposed to be haunted,” Alice shrugs, lighting their path with a flashlight. “Jasper said he’s been here before. The only spooky thing he saw was a raccoon.”

“So we have to walk three miles into the woods because…”

Alice lifts the flashlight to her face. “How else are we supposed to get lost and die out here?”

“You are a bitch, Alice.” They both giggle, until the smell of a campfire and roasting meat makes their stomachs growl.

“What do you think he’s cooking?” Alice asks her mouth watering and her stomach in knots at finally having a night with Jasper.

Four months together and she’s finally ready to lose her virginity.  

“I don’t know, but it smells so fucking good. I’m starving.” Their steps pick up as the light of the campground shines in the distance.

The smell becomes thicker and fills their noses, making their mouths water.

“Do you think he caught it?” Alice asks as the faint lines of a tent come into view.

“Who cares? After walking for two hours I’d eat just about anything.” Bella laughs, taking her bag off her shoulder and letting it drag on the ground. “Wait.”

“What is it? We’re almost there, look.” Alice points and the glow of the fire illuminates the tent.

“Stop, Alice.” Bella grabs her arm, pulling her behind the line of trees that shadow the camp site. “Look at the tent.”

Smears and spatters of blood cover the tent as smoke rises above it. It drips down the side, falling onto the leaves below.

The smell of cooking meat distracts them for a moment, tempting them to move further, but Bella won’t let go of Alice. Her grip tightens on her arm as her fingers tremble.

“Maybe it’s from whatever he killed.” Alice tries, but her blood runs cold and both their hearts begin to hammer in their chests.

“I don’t like this.” Bella looks around the tent, trying to find some clue. “Dad hunts all the time. He’d never wipe the blood on the tent.”

“You’re being dramatic.” Alice yanks her arm from Bella’s hand and digs in her bag, holding up a walkie talkie. “Look. He gave me this if we got lost.”

“Don’t,” Bella hisses, trying to take it from her but Alice has the button pressed, her lips already moving.

“Hey, baby. Can you step around the tent and wave to us?” The smile on Alice’s face is wide as they wait, but Bella’s stomach flips and flops. The marshmallows they ate on the way up threatening to spill out.

“Jasper?” Alice tries again, and movement from behind the tent makes the both jump.

Leaves rustle and twigs snap. They hear the click and crackle of the other walkie and Bella’s skin crawls.

“Jasper can’t come to the phone right now.” A deep voice laughs. “But I’d love your company.”

Alice screams first. A blood stained hand appears from the shadows behind, wrapping into her hair and causing the flashlight to slip from her grasp. Her feet kick and dangle as she’s lifted into the air and pulled against the body behind her.

“Jasper!” Bella screams, unable to move.

Bella looks up into black eyes and a face smeared with blood. Bits of flesh and hair hang from the side of his lips as they curl into a vicious smile.

“This Jasper?” He asks, holding up the severed head of their friend. Chunks of his blond hair are missing and his eyes are hollowed as blood runs down his cheeks like tears.

“Bella run!” Alice sobs as her eyes meet the empty sockets of her dead boyfriend. “Oh god, Jasper.”

She tries to fight, to punch and kick, but his grip tightens and she feels strand after strand of her black hair being ripped from her skull.

“Let her go!” Bella grabs a fallen branch and the man laughs, turning away from her. “Let her go!” She screams again, but he’s already walking away, dragging a frantic Alice behind him along the muddy ground.

Alice screams and pleads for her friend to run. She screams for help. For Jasper.

The man only laughs at her, licking his lips and swinging Jasper’s head back and forth. Drops of his blood land on Alice’s face and inside her mouth with every scream.

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she takes off running and brings the branch into the air. Swinging harder than she thought possible, the branch lands across the arm holding Jasper and breaks.

Her eyes go wide and her arms freeze as he turns and smacks her across the face with Jasper’s head, knocking her to the ground, unconscious.

She wakes as the sun begins to peek through the trees to the sound of crunching and lips smacking. Her head throbs and she tries to fight off a dizzy spell and the aches in her body as she looks around.  

“Help!” She screams as loud as she can, when reality sets in.

“Want some?” The man stands and walks over to her.

Bella searches the campsite and bile burns her throat as the heads of Alice and Jasper come into view. Both are upside down, the tops of their heads bashed into a flat surface. Their rib cages sit on display across from her, their bones picked cleaned.

“Get away from me!” She kicks out, but he only laughs, dragging the back of his bloody hand across his mouth.

“You must be hungry.” He kneels beside her and offers her the arm of her best friend.

She sees his teeth marks in the flesh and huge chunks missing around the forearm.

“You’re fucking sick!” She spits at him trying to break free from the ropes binding her. Within seconds she’s out of breath and panting.

“No I’m not.” He sticks out his hand and laughs before pulling it back. “Now are you gonna eat or not?”

She doesn’t answer him as tears roll down her face. She hates her stomach for growling at the smell of meat cooking over the fire. How it makes her feel. The hunger.

“Suit yourself.” He shrugs and his mouth covers the arm, his teeth digging into the flesh. “Was she a good friend?” His tongue darts out, licking at the juices that dribble down his chin.

“What is wrong with you?” Her eyes go wide as he takes another bite, moaning as the flesh pulls from the bone.

A wave of nausea wracks her body, making her tremble and break into a cold sweat.

“I need water,” she whispers and he grabs Alice’s skull. Her flesh hangs loose from the neck and her eyes are open wide, staring at Bella.

“Drink.” He shoves it at her, his black eyes boring into hers.

“No.” Bella looks away as he sits beside her, eating her best friend and watching her. She turns toward the tent once more, refusing to the look at the horrified face of Jasper.

Bones scattered around the tent. Piles of them. The fire, still blazing, holds legs above it, the flesh burning to a crisp. The jagged ends of broken bones stick out on either side, holding it in place with sticks.

“Why are you doing this?” Her words slur and a broad smile inches up his face.

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Bella stiffens and her eyes snap open. Darkness consumes them now, only the light of the fire illuminating her attacker.

“What happened?” She doesn’t remember falling asleep, or being moved. She’s inches from him now beside the fire, she can feel the heat on her skin.

She can feel him.

“You drank this,” he grunts, lifting Alice’s skull, his fingers inside her mouth.

Bella shakes her head. The taste of acid from her stomach in her mouth. It coats her teeth and burns her tongue.

“Please let me go,” she pleads. She tries to sit up, but her arms buckle, causing her to fall. The ropes are gone, but she can barely move, barely speak.

Her bones feel like rubber and her skin tingles. The cold mud beneath her face makes it worse.

“Shh.” His fingers wipe away tears she didn’t know were falling. “Daddy’ll fix you up. You’ll be brand new again.” He smiles down at her, his lips stained with blood and bits of Alice and Jasper are stuck in his teeth.

“I just wanna go home.”

“I can take you home,” he nods, lifting her off the dirty ground and cradling her to his chest.

Silent tears run down her face, the fight completely gone out of her as she listens for a heartbeat. She prays she won’t find one, that the man holding her is a monster. Something horrifying from a movie. A demon maybe.

She’s wrong.

A strong heart thumps in her ear, echoing inside her head along with the crunch of leaves as he walks them through the dark forest.

She hears the creatures around them scattering, as if they are terrified of him as well.

“I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.” She tries to look up, but her neck is stiff and her eyes droop. “I swear. I won’t say a word.”

“Hush little baby, don’t say a word. Edward’s gonna buy you a mockingbird…” he sings to her as his thumb rubs over her arm again and again.

“Is that your name? Are you Edward?”

“And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Edward’s gonna buy you a diamond ring…” He ignores her, but she feels his fingers tighten around her arm, making it throb in pain.

Bella whimpers into his damp shirt and she’s sure she tastes blood mixing with her tears.

“That you?” A man shouts. Edward stops, pulling her closer to his chest.

“She’s hurt,” Edward says and Bella feels a cool hand on her forehead making her wince.

“What’d I say about pets?” The man asks, causing her body to tense with fear. She wants to beg Edward to protect her, to keep that man away. Something about his touch, his voice, it makes her blood run colder than watching Edward eat her friends.

“But I like her. I sang to her.” Edward pulls back, but the cool hands wind into her hair and jerk her forward.

“If you’d stop feeding’m brains then maybe you could keep’m one day.” Someone snickers and the bile rises in Bella’s throat once more.

“She was gonna die.”

“She’ll die anyway now,” the man grunts. “We gotta eat, Edward.”

“Not her,” he growls, snapping his teeth.

Relief washes over Bella and she tries to speak, but her throat closes and she begins to tremble. She feels the darkness surrounding her once more, like a deep sea taking her under.

When she wakes again, she’s naked and submerged in water, her face floating.

“Gotta wash the skin. Daddy says we can’t eat it dirty.” A rag, rough and worn, scrubs against her arm, washing over her stomach and down her legs.

“Edward?” Her voice is barely a whisper and all she sees is the splintered wood of a ceiling above her.

“Gotta wash the skin. Gotta make it clean,” he chants as he drags the cloth over her body.

“Please don’t let him do this.” She tries to move her head once more, to look at him, to plead, but it’s no use. Nothing works, her bones ache too deep and her head is too fuzzy.

“Shhh… gotta be quiet. Daddy gets mad when they talk.” He puts his finger to his lips and begins to hum.

She can feel his hand as it snakes between her legs and she tenses before hearing the water begin to drain.

With little effort he lifts her naked body to his once again. She sees one ceiling fade into another, her vision becoming more hazy with each step.

“Not got much meat.” Someone pinches her and she screams before a hand comes down across her face. She tastes the blood as it pools inside her mouth and swallows it, happy to quench her thirst in whatever way she can.

“Food don’t talk.” There is a poke in her side and she’s sure someone is cutting her open.

“Put her over there.” A woman whispers and Edward pulls her close.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you.” He kisses the top of her head before setting her down.

“Shouldn’t’ve fed her those brains, Edward. You killed her, not us.” Laughter echoes around her and Edward’s breathing becomes heavy.

“You shut the hell up!” Bella’s head falls to side just in time to see Edward pick up a machete, the blade covered in blood and chunks of hair.

Please she wants to beg. To scream. Her body begins to shake and her eyes roll back in her head. Fingers curl, fisting into balls. Her toes tighten and her legs go stiff.

“Hurry while the poisons still in the bitches brain.” Someone yells and Bella can feel a hand steady her body.

She  feels the air change as the blade lifts high into the air.

She sees Jasper.

Alice.

Their faces smiling at her as she snaps their picture the day before the trip.

And then there’s nothing. No Alice. No Jasper. No bodies. No Bones.

There is nothing but fear and Edward.

She feels the edge of the blade press gently to her skin, lining up, teasing her with impending death. When it leaves her flesh, she hears Edward’s whispered words before darkness consumes her.

“Bye, pretty girl.”

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*passes out vomit bags* So...that's one way to start the weekend...hope no one was planning on going camping....or having stew! MAWHAHAHHAHAHAH See you creeps tomorrow!

~The Unholy Trinity