My body was caught by a pair of cold, large arms. I opened one eye. Surely this is hell. Much to my chagrin, holding me bridal style was a smirking Emmett Cullen. "You're welcome, brother," he chirped with smile flashing behind him.

"You're alive?" I whispered in disbelief. Around us, I caught glimpses of the rest of the family.

"If a fall like that could hurt us, we would have all died decades ago," he chuckled to himself. I was too startled to respond.

"Does it hurt anywhere, Bella?" Edward's concerned voice chimed in from behind Emmett with me still in Emmett's arms. I shook my head.

"I broke her fall pretty damn well if I do say so myself," Emmett bragged. With that, he lowered my legs and let me walk towards Edward. Edward wrapped his arm around me and gave me a quick peck on the lips while Emmett walked away and did the same to Rosalie. With that, Emmett's attempt to lighten the mood was over and he was in despair again.

In the silence, I surveyed the area. The room was about twenty-five by twenty-five feet large with no windows and small sources of light seeping from cracks at the top of the walls that seemed to never end. The walls were a smooth texture, as was the floor. The door that we came through was high above us and closed. Other than the eight of us, the room was completely bare. Carlisle stood in a corner with Esme beside him and opened his mouth to speak.

"I've heard of this room before but I had never seen it myself. It's a death sentence by immurement. They'll keep us here for however long it take for our bodies to starve for blood." Each word was a struggle to him. All of the Cullens looked at me with heartbroken eyes. I would not last long. How long can a human last without food or water? I was already thirsty and peckish as it was. Perhaps two days was enough time to completely exhaust my body of fuel. I do not want to think about it.

Alice shot up. "Edward can change her right before her body gives out. We can extend her lifetime."

"No," he refused. "Nothing good will come out of that. I'm not putting her through three days of excruciating pain just so she can wake up as a starved newborn. It will only prolong her suffering." For the first time, I agreed that it was best that I did not become like the Cullens. Now that we were away from the Volturi, I could ask him what I've been wanting to know since our first encounter with Felix. I looked up at his golden eyes.

"Did you know this was coming? This...sort of death sentence?" I questioned with anguish. I couldn't have been the only one wondering with the Cullens now all looking at him intently. He took an unnecessary breath.

"Yes…"

"Why did you stay quiet?"

"Knowing would only hurt you more. All of you." His gaze shifted from me to the rest of his family. "We couldn't escape this. We were deathly outnumbered, and you all had tiny shreds of hope that helped you cope with the situation. I couldn't let myself destroy that."

A sudden panic took over Emmett. He left Rosalie's side and punched the wall repeatedly. "There must be a way out!" he yelled. His blows did not leave so much as a dent in the wall. He was desperately persistent, letting out a grunt with each jab. Rosalie and Jasper took careful steps closer to him for their own safety.

"The wall was meant to entrap our kind," Jasper sighed.

"Emmett...I'm sorry. It's useless," Rosalie whimpered. "Please just come sit with me." He calmed at the voice of his mate but still faced the wall. "I don't want to accept it either but…"

"We're not the first to be placed in here. I'm sure those before us had tried to same thing," Carlisle interrupted. "These will be our last moments as a family. I know you mean well, but do not waste your energy on meaningless endeavors."

A look of guilt racked Emmett's face. He supported his forehead with his fist on the wall. I had never seen him so vulnerable. He turned around and wrapped Rosalie tightly in his arms. She lowered her knees and directed Emmett to sit with her prompting Alice and Jasper to sit near them. Esme smiled at her family's cooperation.

"We had a good run," Esme exhaled as she joined the four of them with Carlisle following. "Edward, of course, had the fastest run." We all chuckled at her humor. The laughter sounded forced and unnatural. Anything to deter our mind from our imminent deaths. Edward sat next to Emmett and pulled me into his lap.

"I truly think of all of you as my children," Esme continued in a fragile cry. "If we are going to die, I'm glad we're together. I don't... I do not know what I would do if one of you passed before me." She placed her right hand in a tight fist and held it to her unbeating heart. Carlisle placed his hand on her knee. She shifted position so her ankles crossed his and her head rested on his shoulder.

In his sentimental state, Jasper shot in with his arm around his mate who was too somber to speak. "I'll be forever grateful for what you have done for us. Thank you for taking us in, and letting us be a part of your family. I, too, have always thought of you as a mother and I know Alice feels the same."

Rosalie looked lost for words. She did not value her second life but I know she cared for her family. It appeared as if she wanted to speak to Carlisle and Esme but struggled to find the right words. Emmett was still simmering down from his earlier outburst. Instead of speaking, he reached next to him to Carlisle's shoulder. The two reached a mutual understanding by exchanging nods and faint smiles.

Edward caressed my left hand and we both admired the engagement ring on my finger. Edward's family looked towards us, curious about our thoughts, and then their eyes followed ours. The reminder of our recent engagement prompted another moment of silence until Alice jumped in.

"Bella," she called with the little emotional energy she had left. "I saw that you planned on asking me to be your maid of honor. Just know I would have said yes." We both let out a quick nervous laughter. The room went silent again.

I felt Edward's chest rise jump up from a chuckle. "What's funny?" I asked him.

"Nothing to worry about."

Emmetts suddenly pulled his head up with his arms still around Rosalie. "Might as well. What do you have to lose?"

"What's he talking about Edward?" I was not going to give in. He would have to tell me eventually. Edward and Emmett exchanged glances.

Emmett had the same smug smirk that he had when he caught me. "If you don't tell Bella, I will." Edward sighed. He looked uncomfortable but in no way was he angry. A familiar crooked smile was flashed to me.

"Emmett's doesn't have the purest of thoughts," Edward snickered. The whole family knew that to be true and laughed with him.

Emmett was back to his pompous self. "I'm only trying to help."

"Of course you are, Emmett," Edward jabbed. "He suggested that since we won't have a honeymoon night, we should...take care of that here."