A/N: Parts one and two were originally one chapter, but it turned our overly long, so I divided it. Also, what this story needs is a little bit more suspense. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and enjoy.

It was a dark and stormy night. A raven was flying through the thunderstorm, hanging over the village like impending doom. They all knew it was their last chance to find the murderer. What unmerciful twist of fate had brought their lives to this? They had lost their Guardian Angel, a young couple of star-crossed lovers had met their untimely end; and even as they slept and dreamt, they knew that the chilly hand of them reached out to find them-

-Oh, for the love of God, Narrator, stop being so melodramatic!

The Narrator looked around her with indignation.

-It's my story, and I can be as melodramatic as I like!

-We're in the story, too!

-Yes, but I'm writing it!

-Yes, but we have to hear all this blah blah blah every chapter….

-Aren't you supposed to do as I say?

-Oh, no. You are misinformed. People in a story are supposed to come to life, and sometimes take their own directions. Take it as a compliment on your characterization…


-And shut up.

The Narrator opened her mouth and closed it again.

-Fine, she said. Things happened, the time is now DAY.

-What things happened?

The Narrator mumbled something about people making up their own minds.

-This morning, Mr. Knightley was missing from the village council. Knowing there was a maniac on the loose, the alarmed villagers started searching for Mr. Knightley. Finally, his body was found on a small street. It wasn't a pretty sight. On examination, they saw something shiny coming out from one of his pockets. They approached cautiously, took it and examined it. It was a crystal ball.

Mr. Knightley was night-killed!

Mr. Knightley was the Seer!

At that moment, the door opened and the dead players came in. Apparently they had left unobserved at some point during the excitement. They were carrying a portable table with various refreshments.

-Hey, you'll never guess! Darcy cried. Knightley was night-killed, and he was the Seer!

-Look what we brought you, Elinor replied. Sandwiches!


-Okay, you win, Darcy admitted.

-Mm, sandwiches! said Catherine, and she moved happily in their direction. Everyone was equally glad, and soon they were all gathered around the table.

Only Miss Bennet stayed away. She was standing alone, absorbed in her thoughts. It was such a difference from her usual lively, talkative manner that Mr. Darcy was quite worried and he decided to talk to her.

- Miss Bennet?

She started.

- Oh, Mr. Darcy. I didn't see you.

- Can I get something for you? A glass of wine, perhaps… you look very ill.

- No, thank you. There is nothing wrong with me; I am quite well. I am only struck with the force of a sudden realization.

- You were perhaps shocked at Mr. Knightley's death?

- We all were, cried Frederick. Seer, indeed. He certainly did agood job of hiding it.

- What were the results of your investigations, Knightley? Darcy asked him.

- Oh, no, the Narrator interfered. No, no, no, no, no. It's too late for that. Dead people can't talk. Mr. Knightley is dead, therefore he can't talk. Dead, corpse, worm food. Can't talk, hush, stop right there, zip it.

- My dear fellow, why on Earth didn't you speak while you were still alive?

- What could I do? If I told you I was the Seer, I would be the next one to die, since there was no Guardian to protect me. All I could do was give you subtle hints.

- What subtle hints did you give us, Mr. Knightley? Catherine asked him.

- Well, I can hardly tell you that now, can I, Miss Morland?

The living players felt so excited that they decided to get back to the game immediately. So they moved to their own table again, and they took the refreshments with them.

As Emma and Catherine were sitting, quietly enjoying a drink, they observed Mr. Darcy talking to Miss Bennet in an agitated and rather inarticulate manner. Her expression was enigmatic. The two of them then joined Emma and Catherine.

- What were you telling Miss Bennet, Mr. Darcy? Catherine asked him, sounding like a curious three-year-old.

Mr. Darcy blushed, and began to stammer.

- I… ahem… nothing of significance. That is, I… er… um… yes.

- An eloquent explanation to be sure, said Emma.

- Nothing relevant, Darcy clarified. Can we play now?

- Was it irrelevant to the game?

- Not exactly, but-

- If it was relevant to the game, we all ought to hear it.

- Well, if you insist. I merely told her that, um, it has been a pleasure playing with her and I hope we may repeat it someday. And- er- that even if we are in opposite teams-

Emma raised an eyebrow.

- … Which I have no reason to believe we are, I very much enjoyed our… ahem… interactions. And I also told her that, um, I don't suspect her.

- You told her what?

- You practically tried to take her on your side!

- Let go off him, said Lizzy. He's innocent.

- And it seems you have succeeded!

- No, he didn't. It's not what you think.

- Miss Bennet, your little 180 degrees turnaround is suspicious enough as it is.

- Oh, really?

- Yes, really.

- I'm glad Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennet stopped fighting, Catherine said dreamily. They are both such nice people, I always thought it was a shame they couldn't be friends.

- Miss Morland, you are irrelevant. We are talking about the fact that Mr. Darcy seeked to speak to Miss Bennet alone to tell her he does not suspect her!

- Yes, but he admitted the fact to you, said Lizzy. He was not anxious to hide it.

- Well, whom do you suspect, then?

- Well, since you ask, I think we should lynch you.

Emma practically choked with her dry martini.

- Me? You can't lynch me, I'm Miss Woodhouse of Hartfield!

- You could be Santa Claus for all I care. The same rules apply to you as to everyone else, and you have yet to explain your accusations against a confirmed innocent!

- Who is the confirmed innocent?

- Mr. Darcy.

- Why is Mr. Darcy a confirmed innocent?

- Yes, why am I a confirmed innocent? Darcy asked, confused.

- Because, explained Lizzy, Mr. Knightley said you were last round, and he was the Seer.

A pause.

- I forgot that! cried Emma. Why, Mr. Darcy forgot it himself!

- To be fair, said Darcy, maybe Mr. Knightley was taking a chance when he said that. Maybe he wasn't speaking as the Seer, but from a personal conviction. There is a possibility he had not checked me at all.

- Mr. Knightley seemed very sure, said Catherine. I think he must have checked you.

- Now that I think of it, Miss Woodhouse also behaved questionably last round. Her accusations against Miss Price were rather over the top.

- I suspected her! cried Emma.

- We suspected her too, but you practically threw her under a bus! said Darcy. How could you be so sure you were right? No one has that much confidence!

- I do!

Mr. Knightley opened his mouth to say something. The Narrator glared at him, so he closed it again.

- In fact, said Lizzy, Miss Woodhouse has been very influential during the whole game. Given her self- assurance and her social status, everyone listened to her, and no one dared to criticize her. Imagine the power one has from such a position.

- I could not very well help being listened to! And as for Miss Price, I simply made a mistake. If I was a wolf, I would have known her to be innocent. So I wouldn't have accused her so pointedly, because I would be at the center of drama when she was revealed to be innocent!

Everyone took a break to understand what she had said, and then Mr. Darcy replied intelligently:

- Or that's what you want us to think.

- I wouldn't rely on that! It leads to a stupid circular logic!

- Or that's what you want us to think, said Catherine with a smirk. Boy, this is fun.

- I think we have reached a consensus. Prepare to be lynched!

- That's ridiculous!

- Oh, is it? Your scheming is all over, you evil mastermind!

- I'm not an evil mastermind! I'm telling you, if you lynch me, you will regret it, you villagers!

An astonished silence followed.

- You villagers? Lizzy repeated incredulously.

- I don't think we need any more proof.

- No, wait! I didn't mean it like that!

- Sure you didn't.

- I have a special role!

- Sure you do.

- You have to believe me! I am Emma Woodhouse! I always have a special role! When I was little and played with the other children, I always took the best parts!

- What other children? There are no other people of your age in Highbury! More outrageous lies!

- I played with children from other classes!

- Really, Miss Woodhouse. You're just digging yourself deeper.

- I did! I used to play with the scullery maid! Emma admitted in tears. I had to play with someone! Don't lynch me- I will be friendly to Jane Fairfax! I will let Mrs. Elton have precedence in the next ball! I will visit Miss Bates four times a week!

- I don't believe that last one.

- I don't believe any of that.

- Lies, lies, lies!

- You are caught in your own trickery, wolf!

A mob formed around Emma. Were these the same people who had supported her so fervently in the last round? Now they yelled for her blood, and demanded her downfall. Emma looked at the angry, triumphant faces around her, and knew she was condemned.