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Our Final Day

*sequel to 5 Days* After all Bella and Becky had been through the first four days, how could there be anything worst to happen on the fifth?

Sadly I do not own any of the Twilight characters, they all belong to Stephenie Meyer. Also, the five cursed days thing is all Dean Koontz Oh, I said I was going to call this story Breaking Boundries but I changed my mind.

5. Chapter 5

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I stood there and kept my eyes on Becca as she sat deflated on the floor. I felt defeated. I was defeated. Both of us were. I didn’t know what else I could do. No other options were coming to my mind. Becoming a vampire had become my biggest flaw. I thought being a vampire would solve all problems. When you were a vampire, nothing could hurt you; you became invincible. I was wrong—so very, very wrong. Nothing was more apparent to me at this moment.

“It was much easier than I thought. I was hoping for much more of a challenge,”

Becky grimaced. “Sorry to be such a disappointment.”

“And I mean, after all the hype I was hearing of you. It was much too easy. Even easier than it was taking down Aro and his pathetic little group he called his guards. You’re sister was such great help though,” Ryan smiled at me. I shuddered internally. The word slimy came to mind.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to do anything! But I couldn’t. Instead I had to stand there, every bit of me paralyzed except my mind, watching my sister, knowing that I was to blame for what would be her destruction. That I would probably have to be the one to do it.

“Well, Bella, you know what to do.” Ryan said in a dismissive tone. He leaned against the wall. My body was my traitor as my legs strode forward towards Becky. I couldn’t fight it. Becky just looked up at me with a tired expression. She didn’t want to fight and neither did I, but I would have to.


October 6, 2032

It started after we had gone to the Rauch’s house. Going over to the Rauch’s was . . . interesting to say the least. Carlisle had Becky stay behind because we couldn’t get an iron clad promise out of her to not do anything rash while we were over there. That and Alice and I kept getting visions of how the evening would have gone if we allowed her to come with us.

There wasn’t anything interesting or out of the ordinary there. It was just Ryan and Patrick living by themselves, keeping each other company. They were polite, not hostile, and altogether it was just a boring, unmemorable visit.

But lately, I’ve started having these strange blackouts. Well, not quite blackouts, more, I’m not always sure what I’m doing. Like today, I was in the bedroom Edward and I shared, reading a book, when I suddenly got up and left the house. I kept walking until I was in the middle a forest. I couldn’t control where I was going, how my body was moving, and my mind seemed to be in a haze. Then, out of nowhere, I snapped out of it. It was a very strange, disorienting experience. And it wasn’t the first time it had happened.

I’d be in the family room when suddenly I’d get up and race to Carlisle’s study. I reached up and grabbed a book off of the shelves, opened it, flipped to a random page, then returned it. Afterwards, I went back to the family room. It made no sense. I had no reason for what I was doing. I couldn’t stop it.

I came in through the back door, into the kitchen. Rebecca and Jacob were sitting on stools at the island, Jacob with a giant plate of food before him. They were holding hands while he ate. Becky was shaking her head, smiling at something Jacob was saying. I loved them together. They were so perfect; they clicked.

“Hey, where you’ve been?” Becky said me. Jacob nodded his head in greeting.

“I went for a walk,” I told them, though it came out sounding like a question.

Stone arms wrapped around my waist and a sweet, cool breath blew in my ear. “So that’s where you were,” I turned around and was embraced in Edward’s hold. Edward. My husband.

That sounded so strange. Renee and Charlie had made me slightly marriage-phobic. But being with Edward, it just made sense. Charlie wasn’t around anymore and Renee was busy living her own life. There really wasn’t anyone who’s opinion I had to be worried about. It didn’t matter anymore. I was living my own life now with Edward, the one person I truly belonged with.

“Love, Emmett and I are about to head out on our hunting trip,” Edward’s milky honey voice was like heaven to me. As much as I didn’t want him to leave, and rather have him stay with me, he had to go.

I fought back a pout and kissed him goodbye. “Get a couple mountain lions for me,” I said. He gave me my favorite crooked grin before leaving.

“So,” I said as I circled the island and took a seat on a stool opposite from the couple. “Do you guys have any plans for today?”

“Well I was planning on doing that whole total world domination thing today but then I realized I really needed to paint my nails so I think I’ll save that for tomorrow.” Becky joked while Jake smirked about a bite of pizza.

He whipped his face with a napkin and said, “Actually I was thinking of getting one of those panic rooms for you guys. You only got ten more days until the next one,”

“Ooh, that’s right,” Becky said, turning to me. “You scared? This could be the day we finally croak,”

I flinched at her crude word. She did have a point, though. There were no other days for us to live out, so October sixteenth just may be out last day. I was slightly scared. It could be the end for me. Or for Becky. I didn’t want to go though the pain of loosing my sister, but I also didn’t want anyone to have to suffer if I were to die.

“You know,” Becky continued, “Instead of getting us a panic room, you should get us one of those bank vaults. They look all cool and complicated. Except, I don’t exactly know how safe they. They’re always getting broken into in the movies. Or you could just stick us in a freezer,”

We started at her in confusion. She roller her eyes. “Haven’t you guys ever wanted to be stuffed in a freezer? Just to experience it?” Even Jacob was looking like he thought she was weird. “Freaks,” she muttered under her breath.


October 15, 2032 11:59 p.m.

In the end, Jacob went with the panic room. Not a bank vault and not a freezer, much to Becky’s disappointment. We were sitting in the steel, missal proof, cubic room. The door was closed, and we were to remain in here for the next twenty-four hours. We had a way over protective family.

Becky consulted the gold watch on her wrist, a present from Carlisle and Esme, and said, “It is officially October sixteenth, our fifth and final. It is spooky. It is ominous. It’s suspenseful. It’s gripping. It’s portentous. I am utterly bored and running out of words.”

“You have the attention span of a two-year old.”

“I do,” she didn’t even bother to disagree.

After that, we elapsed into silence. Becca broke it. “What do you think’s going to happen? We’ve never gone down the keeping ourselves confined in a steel box route before”

“I don’t know,” I said, not really wanting to talk about it.

Rebecca had other ideas though. “What if everyone thing is wiped off the planet and after we get out of here, we’re the only ones left. Or what if some chemical gets into the air that kills off all the animals and we’ll be forced to feed off of humans. Or what if everyone magically looked like Jacob and Edward except Edward looked like Jacob and Jacob looked like Edward so we’d be looking for them, having to look at everyone in the entire universe until we finally found the right ones but event then they weren’t the right ones.”

“I didn’t follow that one,”

“Yah, I didn’t follow it that well either. What if all the humans became vampires and all the vampires became humans.”

“That would be weird. It wouldn’t work. The vampires would outnumber their food source,”

“What if we got some weird mutant, rabid squirrel disease while we were in here and ended up eating each other.”

Where did she come up with there? “I really doubt that would happen. Can we not talk about this anymore?”

We went back into silence. But Becky couldn’t stay like that for long. “Would you rather have a giant mole covering up your entire forehead that you couldn’t remove or cover up, or would you rather have eyelashes a mile long that you couldn’t cut?”

I just started at her. “I personally would go with the eyelashes. I mean, you could just clip them back and they could double as hair.”

Becky caught on that I wasn’t in the mood for talking and she left me alone. I felt bad for a moment for upsetting her but in reality, I was too worried to do any consoling. I didn’t believe any of the ideas Becky had would come true, but I could feel deep down that some bad was going to happen. Just because the Cullens had locked us in here didn’t mean we weren’t going to get hurt. What if something happened to them? Nothing would hurt me more than if something happened to them. They should be in here with us.

Hours of silence passed. Nine to be exact. Then, at the door, there was the a clanging noise, gears moving and shifting. Pin numbers being entered. The door was being unlocked and opened.

My brow furrowed as I cautiously rose, keeping my eyes trained on door. Becky mirrored my actions. The door was opened a crack.

“Heeey, cupcake,” a voice called. “Long time no see, huh?”