BlackLynx17: I've really gotten in touch with my inner Cana and realized, I really like Cana. So I was lying in bed when I thought up of this and decided to make it another epilogue, hope you enjoy! This is a CanaxBacchus little one-shot I added to this fanfiction.

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Mythical Creatures

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Bonus Chapter

168 Hours

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168 Hours Left

I am dead woman. I am a dead woman walking. My life is over now, I can literally see the end of the tunnel. Really, I'm not lying! I can see the light at the end of my fucking life tunnel... and for what? Because of what? I looked down at the packages among packages of white powder I was just sorting through before I got that phone call.

Shhh, I'm speaking now. Listen up Cana, let me tell you what's going to happen now. When I hang up Cana you are going to dig up that money stash you hide under you bed and you're to blow it all off on grub and booze. After you are going to confess your love for Bacchus and hump him until your hearts content because this is what is going to happen. I'm going to hang up the phone and go comfort my love ones, tell them I'm sorry and that I'll never to it again. I'll stay here probably for a few more days getting a check up, then once I leave the hospital and get my strength back I AM GOING TO FUCKING, KILL YOU!

... I had accepted my fate from her, kind of thinking she was playing around. I mean, Lucy wouldn't kill me! Sure we hadn't talked in a while, but she loves me! I was her supplier, I made her life happy! I! Saved her life! Me! This girl over here! So I told her okay, I told her alright, I understood that she was angry but I also knew that she would get over it.

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Then again I did threaten her life again, but still! The me saving her life should cancel out with that dead. We're even right now.

...

But then she had to go on and say-

Alright... by the way I'm calling your Father also and telling him what you've been doing with all of his money.

There was no coming back after that. I could stand a chance against Lucy if she actually tried to kill me, but my Father? Gildarts? He doesn't know I'm selling drugs for kicks. He doesn't know I'm a drug addict. He doesn't know I'm an alcoholic, though I think he's finding out about that one. He doesn't know I'm living in a trashy motel with a MALE roommate. He doesn't know I blow off all the money he gives me on house parties that aren't even at my house.

But he was about to know, all because of her. I took a deep breath then smacked all the little packages of coke off the table and onto the ground. If Lucy was going- no, when Lucy was going to tell Gildarts... I think that day is today. Now thinking logically about this, Gildarts isn't near Magnolia right now. He lives in Hargeon, which is close, but was in a business trip in Era. Considering he's means for transportation, and seeing how neither Magnolia or Hargeon has an airport, he'll have to drive giving me... at least a week until he arrives at my doorstep.

One week. One hundred and sixty eight hours.

That's how long I had left to live. I should actually be a little grateful to Lucy in fact. Though she was potentially ruining my life, she did warn me in advance. I could have been just doing what I'm normally been doing before my Father came into my room unannounced and killed me and Bacchus... ah Bacchus. But no, Lucy warned me. She gave me time to live my life and do everything I ever wanted.

Now where was a bucket list when I needed one? I never thought I'd die young and beautiful, but I wasn't about to run away from this. I was too stubborn for that, had too much pride. I dug my own grave so now it was time for me to lay in it...

Boy what a deep grave this was though. It was nearly down to the center of the earth... I really was going to hell. I covered my face with my hands and moaned loudly into it. Alright Cana. Lucy gave you some suggestions on how to live life, what were they? Come on girl, the drugs and alcohol couldn't have killed all your brain cells. You just finished talking to her on the phone. What was it?!

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Blow off my whole life savings.

Confess my love for Bacchus.

Hump him until my hearts content.

... those seemed like three things I'd like to do before I die. Seriously though, I'm not overeating. I'm not, my Father is literally, literally going to kill my ass for what I've been doing behind my back. And on the slight chance that he doesn't, on the slight -5% chance he doesn't, he's going to kill Bacchus's ass then lock me in his basement for the rest of my life and let's face it. I'd rather be dead.

I looked down at my watch and checked them time, it was 3:45 pm. In exactly one hundred and sixty eight hours from now I'll be sitting right here in this spot waiting to die. Until then, I better start living my life to the fullest. What did I want to do though? Have mad passionate love with Bacchus or spurge myself on booze, drinks, wine, and foods of the most expensive case?...

Sleeping with Bacchus sounded like the right move. Even if he doesn't love me back I know he'll still want to have sex with me, he is a man. When I entered the living room I found him sprawled out on top of a mattress in the room, staring at the television with a bottle of sake in his hands. Great, I was kind of hoping on telling him while he was sober, but I didn't have time to complain.

I walked over to the television set and pulled the plug out, turning it completely off.

"HEY!" Bacchus yelled from his spot.

I stood back up and walked towards him, Bacchus started leaning up and leaned back on the coffee table behind him. Ah Bacchus, I really do love you.

"What was that for Cana?" Bacchus asked, yawning as he scratched his hair.

His bun became messy and messy with each scratch- 168 HOURS LEFT! STOP WAISTING TIME!

"For reasons I can't tell you I'm going to die in a week. I have 168 hours to do whatever I want to do." I told him, plain and simple.

Bacchus started laughing, hard at first but once he started staring at how serious my face was he didn't find it so funny anymore.

"Are you kidding?" He asked.

I shook my head, "afraid not."

"But- but, where am I going to live?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes at him, "I don't know Bacchus but you'll figure something out. Listen though, before I die there are certain things I wanted to do. Or should do since I won't get the chance of doing it again. One thing was telling you I love you or I'm in love with you, I don't know how you say it." I confessed.

Bacchus blinked at me, "are you kidding?"

"Afraid not, that night we shared at Jura's party a few months ago? It wasn't a mistake, I loved every second of it and wasn't that drunk. What we shared was heaven, just fucking sweet bliss, just oh my God! You have magic for hands, I hope you realize that. I've loved you before we had sex though, like during the time we first met at that street brawl and you told me, a complete stranger you've never met before, to hold your hat filled with your cell phone, a huge wad of cash, and some expensive looking watch. Yeah, I still remember that day and I've loved you since then probably. No this is not the drugs speaking and no, I am not drunk right now. You don't have to say you love me back, just please make mad and passionate love to me again for about... 68 of my 168 hours left, maybe more maybe less. Depends on how much sleeping and goofing off I do." I explained.

At the end I had to take a deep inhale of breath to catch my breath. All the while Bacchus just sat there and watched me. I didn't blush, I didn't bat my eyelashes or turn away from his gaze. I was too tom boyish for that. I met his eyes straight up and waited for his answer. Bacchus was quiet for a minute or two, then he let out a long sigh and placed his sake bottle on the floor away from him.

"This is such a drag," he mumbled scratching the back of his head again.

The next thing I knew, I was being pulled into his loving arms. My legs, somehow, wrapped around his waist and my head laid peacefully on the crook of his neck. Bacchus sighed again against my neck before pulling me closer.

"Now you tell me when you're about to die for some strange reason." He told me.

I chuckled and wrapped my arm around his neck.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Well," Bacchus let out a long, exhausting sigh, "I think I can clear up my schedule for the rest of the week. So you want to start now or?" He asked.

I blinked and pulled away, "you mean?"

There was a light blush on Bacchus's cheeks as he turned away from me.

"I mean, yeah sure. I may feel the same way back, just please don't have me explain how it happened or how much I do and all that mushy crap."

I giggled then kissed him. This started to get heated as Bacchus ran his hand under my shirt and up my ribcage, I had to pause at that moment.

"Wait, wait, wait." I sighed trying to catch my breath.

"What's wrong?" Bacchus asked.

"Well you see. The thing is I have a ton of money, my life saving, that I wanted to blow off on food and booze and junk. Now I want to blow it off with you and probably throw a we love Cana party with some of it, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out and party first or..." I raised my head up to kiss his lips again while my hands traced his chest.

"Do this first?" I asked seductively whispering in his ears.

I didn't care either way because at the end of time I'm going to have both.

"A real quickie before we hit the town." Bacchus said then started taking off my shirt.

I giggled, "it's never a quickie with you."

"Like you'd know."

I smiled up and Bacchus and took the rubber band out of his hair, letting it all fall free and down.

"I love you," I smiled lightly.

"Yeah, love you too Cana."


166 Hours Left

"All this time, all that money, you've kept it under your mattress?" Bacchus asked with a mouthful of cereal.

I saw him spit out milk while he said it and giggled. Bacchus swallowed before holding the bowl up to his mouth, drinking the milk.

"Yup, it's all here." I said flipping my mattress over.

And true enough, under of it was hundreds of yellow envelopes all filled to the brink with clean, crisp bills. I turned over to Bacchus and saw his mouth drop, the milk spilling back into the bowl.

"I say I have about $100,000 or so dollars, what do you want to do first?" I asked checking the time.

It was 5:12 pm, we still have a few more hours of daylight.

"I fucking love you so much right now, let's literally go paint the town red and go to a strip club." Bacchus suggested.

I pouted slightly, "wouldn't you rather I strip for you?"

Bacchus's jaw dropped a second time but nothing came pouring out of it.

"You'd really do that for me?"

I snorted, "just fucking with you, strip club it is! Maybe they'll let me dance if I pay the right amount. Go grab my bag over there and help me put these in them." I said holding up the envelopes.

In the end I sorted it out to two bags, one for me and Bacchus that had $80,000 or so in it while the second one had $20,000 in it that I was going to give to my friend for party supplies and junk.

"When should my we love Cana party be at?" I asked.

"Saturday, that was we can disappear for two days and let them get prepared." Bacchus said pulling on pants.

"Fuck it, I'm going to hell anyway. Let's do it Sunday, on the Lord's day. We'll vanish for three days." I said pulling on my bag.

I started lacing up my shoes then exited my room, Bacchus right behind me. I grabbed my phone and shot a quick text to Jura telling him about my next party then looked back at Bacchus.

"Can we go eat before the strip club? I'm kind of hungry."

Bacchus walked over and rubbed my head.

"We can go wherever you want babe, I'm just here for the ride. Let's go wild tonight!" He howled.

I giggled then grabbed my keys.

"Wild it is then."


155 Hours Left

Bacchus and I laid sleeping on the floor of some cheap hotel we passed by last night, this morning, afternoon, whatever!

"Bacchus... I think I'm dying." I groaned.

"You're not, you still have like six more days." Bacchus groaned back.

I felt around for his body, grabbing his arm then punched it. Bacchus just moaned, both of us too hung over to do anything else.

"God what the fuck did they put in our drinks?" I asked.

"The fuck I know, come on though. We've slept long enough, what do you want to do today?" Bacchus asked.

He said we slept long enough but was still lying on the floor. I made no result whatsoever to get up from this comfy carpet so we just lied there.

"Still want to go paint the down red?" I mumbled in the carpet.

"I though we were painting it wild?" Was his reply.

"What the fuck kind of color is wild?"

"... let's just get the red paint."


148 Hours Left.

"Cobra is going to fucking hate us." I laughed in the passenger seat.

"Nah, he likes red." Bacchus laughed making a quick left.

"No, he likes purple. He's going to kill us."

It was a serious thing, but I was laughing my red painted ass off.

"Well you're already dead and I'm driving off out of state so we should be good, still. He doesn't know it was us who painted his house red." Bacchus tried to reason.

"Fucking Bacchus! We did not paint his house red, we tagged it red and OF COURSE HE'LL KNOW! WHO ELSE SAYS WILD LIKE YOU DO?!" I screamed.

It was a nice scream though, I wasn't trying to scowled him or anything. Just make him smart enough to realize that we were indeed fucked... we're dead anyway.

"... good point. Thank goodness! We're leaving though, we got a lot accomplish though. After a few more hours of rest and one taco stand and paint shop later, we were painting the town red babe!" Bacchus laughed.

"I can't believe you drew a freakin puppy on his front door taking a piss. I feel so bad, I want to drive back and leave him a hundred dollar bill as an apology." I mumbled into my hands.

"First off drink this, it'll make you think clearer." Bacchus said handing me a bottle of whisky.

I took it from him and obeyed.

"Secondly, Cobra was the on who introduced me to Stacey remember? And we both know how much you hated her." Bacchus laughed.

I clenched the bottle, "drive back. I want to light his house on fire. Better yet, let's buy some bullfrogs and let them eat his snakes, BETTER YET! Let's steal his snakes, cook them up, then serve them to Cobra for lunch. Knock, knock, guess what Cobra? You're eating your babies!"

"HAHAHAHAHA! I love your humor babe."


139 Hours Left.

Bacchus and I were sitting inside an ice cream parlor, eating ice cream. I have finally fulfilled my dream of getting ten scoops all in one cone, which was a fucking ridiculous idea after the fourth scoop and had to get the rest in cups or else wasting money and ice cream, while Bacchus fulfilled his by eating as many ice cream cakes as he could.

"Brain... freeze..." he mumbled towards me.

I rolled my eyes and took a bite out of his cake, it was his fifth one.

"Ew, I hate pistachio. Hmm, you want to do something really wild Bacchus?" I asked.

"No more ice cream, please." He begged.

"Nah, let's order about twenty pizza's and head down to the beach. I hear it's a stupid scary sight at the middle of the night." I said.

"Give me a while, burp, to digest my food."

"Alright, I'll call the pizza place." I said dialing the number in my phone.

"Hello? I'd like to place an order for pickup... twenty large pizza's please with everything on it... not I am not kidding...no this isn't a joke... since when did they start giving limits on pizza's?... So how many can I get?... Dah fuck? Let me speak to your manager... oh this is the manager, well dah fuck?!"


137 Hours Left

"I feel like my whole existence means nothing staring into that black pit we used to call the ocean." I told Bacchus lying in his arms.

"I feel you, but you know what would be cool?" Bacchus asked.

"If we somehow don't get diabetes or fat by eating 10 pizza's together?"

"Nah, skinny dipping." Bacchus laughed.

"Are you crazy?! It's like midnight, that's water has to be below temperature!" I complained.

"Says the girl who wanted to go rain swimming."

"... alright but after this we're going bar hopping for 12 hours straight. I want to hit every bar in Magnolia."

"Babe we aren't in Magnolia anymore, but sure. Come on, race you!" Bacchus said then stood up.

He threw caution to the wind, along with his shorts and undies, and jumped into the black pit I used to call the ocean. Six more days to live Cana, let's do this!


122 Hours Left

I adjusted the classes on my face and took a sip from my martini. The suns rays were shining on me, I squeezed Bacchus's hand as I looked over at him.

"Why wasn't his the first thing that we did?" I asked him.

"Because, we wanted to get wasted, get fat, do stupid shit, and watch women dance for dollar bills." He answered me.

"Man, we've blown through almost half of what we originally had and it's only Friday. I guess it's about time to started heading back to Magnolia for my Love Me Party huh?" I wondered out loud.

"Shhhhh, let's enjoy this a while longer. We'll still make it in time, besides parties don't start till midnight anyway."

I hummed as I placed my martini on the little table beside me and started relaxing again. This was the life right here, I don't know why all people just retire at a private beach and drink martini's all day.


114 Hours Left

"Why don't people drive on the freeway around midnight anyway? It's soooo much less traffic?" I asked cranking up the music to it's highest point.

"I DON'T KNOW! MAYBE IF EVERYONE WANTED TO BE LATE AND HAD TII- WILL YOU TURN THIS DOWN!" Bacchus yelled over the roaring music.

I took up from my seat and stuck my head out the window, raising my hands and screaming in the air.

"THEY'RE STILL PEOPLE DRIVING ON THE FREEWAY YOU KNOW!" Bacchus yelled.

"WHO GIVES A FUCK!? I'M DEAD IN FOUR MORE DAYS ANYWAY!"


104 Hours Left

"Why the hell are we in a cooking class for your last week of living?" Bacchus whispered in my ear.

"Because, I've always wanted to learn how to make a cherry pie." I answered him.

Bacchus groaned loudly in my ear then leaned back to his station, picking up and whisk and spinning it around his hands. I grabbed the wooden spoon from my station and leaned over to Bacchus.

"If you don't behave I'm going to smack you with this." I whispered in his ear.

"Oooh," Bacchus chuckled then turned towards me, "is that a promise."

I glared and stuck up my nose, then smacked him in the ass with it.

"Ow, I thought that be more kinky than that."


79 Hours Left

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE! QUIET DOWN! QUIET DOWN! HEY I SAID QUIET!" Azuma yelled over the microphone.

The music stopped playing and I frowned, I had finally convinced Bacchus to come dance with me and now that stopped the tunes.

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE! BEFORE WE KICK THIS PARTY TO ULTRAMEGADRIVE HOW ABOUT WE BRING THE DEAD GIRL WALKING UP HERE TO SAY A FEW WORDS!" Azuma yelled over the mike.

What the fuck was he talking about? Words? What words? I didn't want to say anything, I just wanted to party man! I was so drunk right now I'm sure I couldn't even pronounce a sentence correctly.

"CANA GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" Azuma said.

I tried to run away but Bacchus picked me up and carried me onto stage.

"I fucking hate you right now." I hissed.

Hey, I formed a sentence.

"One week left, might as well tell everyone off." Bacchus laughed.

"Ha ha," I laughed sarcastically as I got put down.

I snatched the mike from Azuma's hands and held it up to my face.

"Alright everyone! It's been nice knowing you all and we all had a good run! I regret nothing! When I'm dead you're allowed to spill my dirty little secrets about what I did in life, who I cheated on with, why I hated some people, and if I ever killed someone! When I'm dead though, once you see my gravestone then you can start yacking your mouths off! Until then you better keep your mouths SHUT and PARTY! WIIIIIIILD!" I screamed.

The music started back up and everyone of my friends started cheering for me. Bacchus hugged my waist from behind me and kissed my earlobe, "I couldn't have done it better myself."


63 Hours Left

"Cana, I thought you believe you were going to hell?" Bacchus asked me.

"I do."

"Then why are we at a church at 2pm on a Monday?"

"Because! It doesn't hurt to try. I'm going to confession."

"You're not even catholic."

"You don't have to go with me, just wait in the car. I'll be out soon." I said walking into the church.

So far so good, I didn't burst into flames when I stood a step in. I made my way directly to the confession box and walked in. I knew what to do, I've seen all the movies before.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned, I've never been to confession before so I've never actually confessed anything to the Lord before." I said.

"Go on my child."

I clicked my tongue and took a long breath.

"Where to begin first..."


48 Hours Left

"What do you want to do now Cana?" Bacchus asked stroking my hair.

"We've pretty much done everything I wanted, seen all the movies. Did the famous blow out party, ate everything in sight, got drunk off our asses, went skinny dipping at night, when bungee jumping, went fishing, learned how to bake a pie, filled Magnolia's new fountain with bubbles, took a tour at a brewery factory, went to every bar in Magnolia, went to confession, donated some money to charity, and visit my mom's graves. That's pretty much everything I wanted to do in life right now. What do you want to do?" I asked looking up at him.

Bacchus smiled wildly at me, "go home and be with you."

I yawned and cuddled deeper with him.

"That's sounds nice."


0 Hours 20 Minutes Left

I stared at the cell phone in my hands and gulped.

"I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it. Convince me to do it Bacchus." I whined towards him.

"She's your best friend right? Might as well make up with Goldie Locks until the hunter comes to kill us." Bacchus sighed changing the channel.

Goldie Locks, I smiled lightly then started to dial her number.

"It's ringing." I said.

"Yeah, phones do that now a days Cana. Tell me if it starts sounding like a humpback whale, then I'll be concerned." Bacchus said.

I glared and shoved his shoulder.

"Hello? Cana?"

She answered, I had tears in my eyes.

"AW GOLDIE LOCKS! I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" I cried.

"Aw Momma Bear, I've missed you too."

I sniffed and rubbed my nose.

"I've just called to tell you that I'm sorry for everything you want me to be sorry for, and for almost killing you. You were a very good friend Lucy, my best friend in fact, and just. I love you alright? Don't be over dosing any time soon and keep that whipper snapper Gazille in shape." I said.

"I will, but Cana?"

"And make sure you don't get pregnant, keep that Natsu fellow whipped good... it was nice knowing you Lucy. I'm glad we got to be friends."

"Cana, hold on now. Why are you talking like this?" Lucy asked over the phone.

I blinked, "don't you know? Gildarts is coming to kill me, I'm surprised you haven't come over yet. Aren't you out the hospital by now?" I asked.

"Well yeah I am, but Cana! What are you... huh?... Hold on just a second Cana, what did you say Gazille?... I did?... Really?! And she believe me?!... HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Lucy? Hello Lucy? Earth to Lucy?" I asked over the phone.

"Cana! Cana, I was only kidding about the killing you part!" Lucy laughed on the other line.

"I know, what with you telling my Father and all he's really going to kill me."

"No, no silly. I was kidding about that too! Well maybe I wasn't at the time, but now I am! I can't believe you actually fell for it though! Did you really spent your life savings? Did you finally get together with Bacchus?! Ah! This is hilarious!"

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"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU LUCY!" I screamed over the phone.

Her giggles were the only thing that could be hurt.

"I'M BEING FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW! I JUST SPENT MY LIFE SAVINGS ON SOME STUPID SHIT AND ONLY HAVE A THOUSAND LEFT! $1,000 FOR A LIFETIME! AND I'M GOING TO USE THAT THOUSAND TO HIRE A HIT MAN TO KILL YOU!" I screamed.

Lucy sighed on the other line.

"And here I was, in a jolly mood, willing to finally pay you back for all those drugs you've given me over the past few months and give you a Christmas bonus for being such a good friend." Lucy sighed.

I blinked.

"Lucy, baby, I was just kidding! Of course I love you!" I smiled.

"Good and I love you too! Now here's the bad part, if you don't start going to rehab with me and Gazille I'm going to tell the cops that your selling drugs."

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"Why?"

"I don't want you to die Cana, Bacchus either but I'm sure he doesn't abuse drugs like we do. Think of it this way, either quit the drugs or the alcohol. You can't have both."

"Alright, Igneel was my hook-up anyway and I did not feel like finding a new supplier. You win, but what am I suppose to do for a living?"

"You got Bacchus don't you? Make him get a job to support the two of you, if not just cut him off sex or kick him out. I'll loan you some money if it really gets that bad."

"Ah Lucy, you little evil genius you. Well, I'm going to hang up now. Sign Bacchus and I up for that next rehab class and I'll meet you there! Bye."

"Bye Momma Bear, no Baby Bears anytime soon you hear?"

I hung up the phone and leaned against Bacchus's chest.

"What was that about?" He asked.

"Oh, turns out I'm not dying and we've just blown my life savings for nothing." I said.

"Oh... at least if someone tries to kill us now you can die without regrets." Bacchus laughed.

I punched his chest, "you wouldn't protect me Bacchus?" I asked.

"Ow, of course I would. Let me rephrase that, at least you know how to make a cherry pie." He said.

I giggled and kissed his lips, "that I do, that I do."

"Now what was this rehab thing I overheard you talking about?" Bacchus asked.

"Oh, Lucy's offered to pay me back the money and not tell the cops about my business if I go clean. And if I go, you're coming with me."

Bacchus sighed then scratched his neck, "fine. I never liked taking drugs anyways, alcohol is so much better."

I nodded in agreement, "true."

"And if I really want to be addicted to something, I'll just be addicted to you." Bacchus said kissing my forehead.

"That's nice, but's there's no Cana rehab. You won't be able to recover from a girl like me." I warned him.

"Silly me, and here all along I thought we'd be together for the rest of your life?" Bacchus asked.

"Seeing as how I got 60 years of my life back, we'll see." I smirked kissing him.

"Face it," kiss, "you're in love with," another kiss, "me." He said against my lips.

I smiled and laid my forehead against Bacchus's.

"Merry Christmas Bacchus." I smiled.

"Merry Christmas Cana."

We started making out on the couch, an old Christmas movie playing on the television. We didn't have a tree, or presents, or a big Christmas dinner since we believed I was going to die. But then again, who needed it? Chinese food and each other were all we needed for the moment.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"Cana! It's Daddy! Open up! I've decided to come visit for Christmas! Surprise!"

I froze against Bacchus's lips and pulled away.

"We are so fucked." I said.

"I'll leave through the fire escape, you get rid of everything that's illegal." Bacchus said.

"Good plan, go!"

"Come on Sweetie! I've got a surprise present for you!"

"And so do I," I mumbled underneath my breath as I saw Bacchus get stuck trying to escape through the window.

What a merry Christmas this was turning out to be.