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A/N: Hi guys!!! BigBadWolf here. Well, the first 5 chapters of Expiration Date were not written by me. They were written by the author Munro, who had done an amazing job on this fanfic. Unfortunately, Munro has decided to give Expiration Date to somebody else, which has ended up as me. I am going to put up Munro's chapter, requested by Munro, and from Chapter 7 and onwards, is my stuff.

This chapter was written by Munro. Enjoy

Prologue:

Isabella's P.O.V. (Five years old)

I have always seen numbers for as long as I can remember. And I'm not talking about random mathematical numbers floating before my eyes like the plague. I'm talking about a person's "expiration date".

Let me explain to you what a "death date is", in the easiest, possible way. For example, you buy a tub of ice-cream, please, bare with me, the first thing you should do, is to check the expiration date to see if it has gone off, correct? Well, you see, we all have our very own expiration date. And my earliest memory, and as it happens to be one of the only memories that haunt me forever, was seeing a person's expiration date…expire.

It was late afternoon, my mother, Renee, and I had just finished cleaning up after my play-play tea party, and being the little tyke that I was, as soon as my mother had turned her back to me, I ran outside to play in the street, ignoring her frantic calls.

Now you have to realise, for me to continue with my story that my mother and I were not very well-off, we lived in that classic, dodgy neighbourhood that you watch in American films. And It just so happened that as I crossed the border between my house and the fence that at the same time, a car came swerving down the road with another following closely behind. I heard a gunshot and froze, scarred stiff as a board. It came from the car that had stopped, right, in front of me.

I had no control over my actions, for my body would not respond to a single thought that raced through my mind. I tried to turn my head, but could not take my eyes away from the horrific scene that was unravelling in front of me. The car door of the car in front of me squeaked open, and out fell a man onto the pavement with a heavy thud. He was big and bulky, with the most startling, electric -blue eyes that had such a depth to them, that I felt I was lost inside them. Blood was streaked across his face. Over all it was a very gruesome sight indeed.

As he crawled towards me, one arm out stretched, reaching for me. I noticed with sick fascination that the numbers hovering above his head were decreasing, fast.

He took my hand and held on tightly as I stared at the numbers above his head, transfixed. He tugged on my hand and let out a low grunt as if to catch my attention. I looked down at him once more.

He coughed a throaty bark and spat out blood onto the pavement, "I always knew I would see an angel -he coughed- before I died," he said in an awe-filled, husky voice, and looking at me in such a way, that made me feel highly uncomfortable to be under his scrutiny.

I heard the sound of tires screeching against the road, and turned my head in time to see the car that fired the gun, sharply turning the corner, out of sight.

I felt the man's grip on my hand lessening and I quickly gripped his hand in a reassuring gesture, I looked him in the eye as I felt his hand go limp and eyes glaze over. I dropped his hand and looked back up at his expiration date, as I called it, it was nowhere in sight.

My eyes glazed over in tears, my mind desperately trying to make sense of what had just happened. And by that time, my mother had come running over. She knelt down next to me, draping her arms around me.

"Bella, Bella, don't cry, darling, it's going to be alright," she cooed. I only then realised that I was sobbing into my mother's chest.

"But, mom, it's not going to be alright, his numbers have gone!" I wailed. "Bella, what are you talking about?" she whispered, frantic. I looked up at her worried expression.

"Don't you also see the numbers above your head?" I asked, perplexed. She brought my head back down, so that she was cradling me.

"Bells, there is no such things as numbers floating above my head, or anyone else's for that matter. And darling, don't worry, I know it has been a very traumatic day for you, and I-I cut her off, "How come you don't see the numbers!"

She looked down at me sternly, "I am only going to say this once, Isabella- I gulped, she only used my full name when she was serious-there is no such things as floating numbers." "But-she cut me off with a meaningful glare-there is no such thing as floating numbers" I recited.

"Good,-she nodded-let's go back inside before the police arrive." I nodded and gripped onto her sleeve, following her inside the house.