INFO: - originally by me on fanfiction (TeamJacobInigo)
- crossover between Scream and The Twilight Saga
- picture is not made by me but by მиɢɛℓƨ ιи тнɛ Ɖαяκ™;;[Group] on the Twilight Saga.com
Chapter 1: Guess Who's Killing After Dinner
It was already night when Angela was making some popcorn. Her boyfriend came that night for a "quick visit". But she wanted him to come… and she meant come… It wasn't the first time, but also not the last one if it was up to her. Her boyfriend, Ben, didn't even notice her until she "accidentally" spilled some juice on him during a game. The game was over then and he ran to the dressing room. But Angela was standing next to the entrance and threw her drink on him. It was love at first sight.
The popcorn was popping already and she couldn't wait until the doorbell would ring. Suddenly was there a phone call.
'Hello?' she asked when she picked the phone up.
'Hello?' asked the person on the other side of the line.
'Yes?' she replied.
'Who is this?'
'Well, who are you trying to reach?' she replied.
'What number is this?'
'What number are you trying to reach?' Angela asked. Was it just her or was this guy stupid? But he had the sweetest voice on earth. She could tell, because her mouth almost dropped open when she heard his first sentence. His voice sounded so sexy and it was like he had to talk to her.
'I don't know,' answered the person.
'Well, I think you have the wrong number,' said Angela.
'Do I?' asked the man. Again a sexy sound…
'It happens,' replied Angela, 'take it easy!'
Angela laid the horn back and walked back to the kitchen. But the phone rang again… She slowly turned around, surprised at how weird this was. What a timing, she thought. She walked back to the phone and picked it up again.
'Hello?'
'I'm sorry that I dialed the wrong number,' the same sexy voice said.
'So what did you dial it again?' Angela asked. She laid her long brown hair good and was getting to be a little bit impatient.
'To apologize,' answered the man on the other side.
'Well, you're forgiven. Bye now!'
'Wait!' said the man immediately. 'Don't hang up!'
'What?'
'I want to talk to you,' said the voice. 'Just for a second!'
Angela shook her head and her hair went with it. She sighed for a split second and then said: 'They have numbers for that. See ya!'
She laid the horn back and went to the kitchen. She stopped just before the door, because she had the feeling that there was going to be another call. She shook the feeling away and went straight to the popcorn that was almost going to blow up now. She sighed and laid her hair – again – good. She just couldn't wait until Ben was here.
But then the phone rang again…
She picked the mobile phone from the table behind her and answered it: 'Hello?'
'Why don't you want to talk to me?' asked the same person as before.
'Who is this?' asked Angela in suspicion. Was it just her or did she want to call her parents? Although they were just out for a night. But that man was scaring her a bit now. Why did he keep calling her?
'Tell me your name and I'll tell mine!' said the voice back to Angela.
Angela sighed loudly and said: 'I don't think so!'
She walked back to the popcorn and shook a bit with it.
'What's that noise?' asked the person on the other line.
'Popcorn!' answered Angela. She putted her glasses a bit better on her noose, because it was almost falling from hers.
'Popcorn? Why are you eating popcorn?' asked the man.
'Because I'm going to watch a movie.'
'What?'
'Oh, just a scary movie!'
'Do you like scary movies?' asked the sexiest voice on earth.
'Uhuh!'
'What's your favorite scary movie?'
'Uh… I don't know,' she replied. She was playing with a knife that was lying on the table. She forgot to put that away after the dishes.
'You have to have a favorite. What comes in your mind?'
'Uhm… Halloween!'
'Oh… I like that film!'
'And what's yours?'
'Guess,' answered the man.
'Uhm… Nightmare on Elm Street!' replied Angela.
'Isn't that the man with swords as fingers?' asked the man.
'Ah! Freddy Krueger!' confirmed Angela. She also liked that film, but Halloween was one of the bests!'
'So… you got a boyfriend?' asked the man.
What's it with all the questions, thought Angela. 'Why? Do you want to ask me out on a date?' She walked into the living room and searched for a movie in the closet. She finally found something and thought of the fun she would have this night. Maybe losing her virginity. She was standing in front of the big windows from the living room and read the text on the back of the DVD.
'Maybe…' said the voice and it was silent for a while, '… do you have a boyfriend?'
'No!'
'You never told me your name!'
'Now… why do you want to know my name?'
'Because I want to know who I'm looking at!' said the voice suddenly.
Angela froze just there on that spot. She looked behind her through the window, but she could only see the fog that was hanging over the pool. 'Wha…wha…what did you say?' asked Angela while her legs were trembling and her heart went faster.
'I want to know who I'm talking to,' said the voice.
'That's not what you said,' replied Angela.
'What do you think I said?' asked the voice.
Angela turned the lights from the pool on and looked again at the thick fog that was hanging over the terrace and the pool. She looked frightened by the way he talked to her this last minute…
'What?' asked the voice.
No answer…
'Hello?'
'Look,' sighed Angela. 'I got to go!'
'Wait! I thought we were going to go out,' said the voice with a sad tone.
'Well, yeah! I don't think so!'
'Don't hang up on me!' said the voice.
But it was too late… Angela pushed on the button and the conversation between the two of them was done… Angela looked again at the window, but saw again nothing. She turned around and went back to the kitchen. She was only halfway when the phone rang again.
'Shit!' she yelled. She pushed on the other button. 'Yes?'
'I told you not to hang up on me!' said the voice a little calmer than a couple seconds ago.
'What do you want?' asked Angela more frightened then a minute ago.
'To talk,' said the voice back, but this time sadder then the first.
'Well, dial someone else okay!' Angela said in the horn and pushed again on the "Off" button. She walked further to the kitchen and she just had it with that man that kept calling her. She wanted to take the popcorn of the stove. But then… Again the phone…
'Listen you asshole…!' But she couldn't finish her sentence because it was stopped by the man on the other side of the line.
'No, YOU LISTEN TO ME, YOU BITCH! IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL CUT YOU LIKE A FISH! UNDERSTAND?' screamed the voice.
Angela's eyes were wider now and her mouth dropped a bit open. She turned her head a bit to the left and looked at the living room. This was not happening! Why did he just say that? She asked herself.
'Is that some kind of sick joke?' whispered Angela.
'More of a game, really,' answered the sexy voice. The softness in his voice was again touchable, but Angela stepped backwards to the fridge. He was creeping her out and she wanted him to hang up on her. 'Can you handle that?' asked the voice, a bit louder now. 'Brunette!'
Angela her eyes shot wide open and she ran to the back door. She locked it immediately. She locked all the windows and just inhaled deep and fast. She ran to the front door and locked it too. She looked through the little window above it and only saw the darkness of the night, but still some trees and bushes too. How could a little town like Forks have such a mad man?
'Can you see me?' asked the man.
'Listen,' began Angela, still inhaling deep, 'I'm two seconds away from calling the police.'
'They never make it in time,' replied the man. He was serious of his case. He knew that they were… 'In the middle of nowhere.'
'What do you want?' asked Angela, almost with tears in her eyes. She carried herself back towards the kitchen, but only got in the living room.
'To see what your insides look like!' said the louder voice.
Angela pressed again on the button. Now she was scared. She couldn't bare it anymore. She laid the phone on a table. She wanted to call her mother and father, but they didn't have any cellphone so she was all alone. Angela her feet froze when she heard the doorbell. She turned fast around and asked: 'Who's there?'… Twice!
'I'm calling the police,' she mumbled and she took the phone from the table. But then the phone rang… again. She screamed like hell and looked at the white thing in her hands. She had to answer it… or what would he do if she didn't.
'You should never say "who's there". Don't you watch scary movies? It's a dead wish!' said the man.
'Look… you had your fun, psycho! You'd better stop or else…'
'Or else what?' he asked gently.
'Or else my boyfriend will beat you into the hospital,' she yelled.
'I thought you didn't have a boyfriend?' asked the man louder.
'I lied! I do have a boyfriend! And he'll be here any second so you have to stop.' She said it with tears rolling down her cheeks. How long was this going to last? 'He's big and angry and HE'LL KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!'
'Sure! But his name wouldn't be… Ben! Right?'
Angela's heart skipped a beat when she heard the name of her boyfriend being said by the creepy man on the other line. Her legs almost couldn't keep her standing, her lips were trembling and the phone began to weigh heavy in her hand. 'How… how… how do you know his name?'
'Turn the lights from the pool and the terrace back on!' said the voice.
Angela was so scared that she did have the urge to go to the bathroom. But this wasn't the moment. She turned the switch from the lights on and tried not to look away from the window. She slowly walked over to the window and saw her boyfriend. He was sitting on a chair… well, sitting… He was tied to the chair with a rope and some blood came dripping from his knees. He looked at his girlfriend with the most scared eyes a boyfriend could ever have.
'Oh my god!' screamed Angela and unlocked the door.
She opened it but suddenly was there the voice coming through the phone again: 'I wouldn't do that if I were you.'
Angela slammed the door shut and locked it again. She was crying in front of her boyfriend now. 'What do you want?' she whispered into the phone.
'I want to play a game! Remember!'
'No!'
'Then your precious Ben dies, Angela!'
This time Angela's heart skipped a beat and she was crying even more now. He even knew her name? What was he? Or better: who was he?
'Alright!' agreed Angela in a whisper. 'What kind of game?'
'First turn the lights off!'
Angela obeyed the voice and turned the lights off. She hided herself behind the TV in the corner of the living room. You couldn't see her through the windows.
'Now… we'll play a trivia game!'
'No!' said Angela. She hated trivia games.
'You'll do it or your boyfriend dies!'
Angela was silent and the man laughed after a minute. 'Good. Here's the first question: who was the killer in Halloween?'
'Michael!' answered Angela immediately. 'Michael Myers!'
'Very good!' said the man. 'Now the second question.'
'No, you said only one!'
'Oh, but you're doing it so well. Who was the killer in Friday the 13th?'
'Jason!' yelled Angela and she jumped from her place. 'It was Jason!'
'Wrong answer!' said the man.
'What? No, it's Jason. I know it's Jason!'
'No, Jason's mother was the original killer!'
'But…'
'Luckily for you there's a bonus round but it's too late for Ben!'
'What? No!'
Angela screamed like hell and turned the lights on after she heard a sound: a knife and some dripping of water. But she looked at Ben and he looked at her, but then his head went slowly down. Angela saw the big cut in his stomach and the blood made a little dark red pool under the chair.
Angela crawled back to her hiding place and had the intention of never coming out of there. Who was this? Why did he murdered her boyfriend? Why not someone else's? Why hers?
The man on the other line was laughing very loud and mean.
'Hey,' he suddenly said, 'we're not finished yet! Final question! Are you ready?'
Angela inhaled very deep and loud at the same time her tears came out. 'Please, leave me alone,' she whispered.
'Answer the question and I will!' said the voice back. 'What door am I at?'
'What?' asked Angela in a whisper.
'There are two main doors to your house: the front door and the back door. If you answer correctly, you live.'
Angela heard him saying that, but she saw a knife lying on the television. She was hiding behind it.
'It's very simple!'
'Don't do this to me,' cried Angela. 'Forget it! I won't!'
'Your goal!' said the voice.
Angela looked frightened up at the door. Suddenly flew a chair through it and she ducked for the flying glass. She stood up and ran away from the living room. She entered the kitchen and still had the phone in her right hand. She was so scared that she almost fainted right there. She stopped behind the island in the kitchen. She turned around, but saw no one. Her eyes fell on the knives that were lying on a little plate. She took the biggest one and turned around to the other, little door in the kitchen. She silently went outside… hoping that she could reach someone before it was too late! She saw a man dressed in black entering the living room, but it was only vague. The smoke from the over-popped popcorn was hanging everywhere. She closed the door and hid herself behind the wall next to it.
Her breathing went faster and faster with every second. Could that person find her quickly or not? She closed her eyes and thought of something peaceful. But then she heard the sound of a car driving down the road. She saw the car of her parents. She slowly stepped further. She ducked and sneaked away from the big window. She saw the car riding to the house. She stopped and slowly watched through the window. The person was standing in front of the window and turned around very fast. It had a white mask like it was a ghost and wore black hand gloves and had a large knife in his hand. Angela was frightened by the mask and screamed like hell. The man pushed his arms through the window and tried to catch her and the knife. She screamed harder, but pushed him very hard and he fell on the ground.
Angela ran faster then she could ever remember. She reached the swimming pool and her tears rolled harder over her cheeks. Her beloved - now dead - Ben was still there! She ran now even faster and turned around the corner. The car was just a hundred meters away from her. But the man threw himself through a window and landed on her. She got up and ran away, but was chased by the stranger. She saw him coming closer and he grabbed her. He held his hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream. And then he stabbed her in her heart. He dropped her on the ground and blood came out of her wound. He laughed a little. He placed himself above her and she thought it was her chance. She pushed her legs in the vital parts from the person. He moaned loudly.
She got up and almost crawled for her life. She saw her mom and dad standing in front of the door, but she couldn't scream for them. She tried but she could only whisper. The man got up and walked after her. He couldn't run because his vital parts hurt like hell. He saw her parents enter the house so he grabbed her and threw her on the floor of the porch. She managed to take his mask of, but he stabbed her again… and again… He dragged her away from the house while she was still breathing but only a little.
In the meantime were the parents in the house and saw the broken window and the smoke. They saw Ben on the chair… Angela's mother was so frightened by this that she yelled for her daughter: 'Angela! Angela!'
But no one came…
'Call the Newtons,' said Angela's father and he pushed his wife towards the door.
She took the phone and went outside, but the sight that she saw. She screamed very hard and fell on the ground: she fainted. Her husband came too and saw the horrible thing too: Angela was hanging in the tree in front of their house. She hung there with the help of the swing. Blood dripped down on the ground which made the green grass turning into deep red.
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