Not even going to lie here, I've been extremely nervous to post this chapter. So I'm going to hit post so I don't talk myself out of it lol. Thank you to all you kind people! Thanks to everyone who helped make my words pretty, especially Mid, you should vote for her in the Golden Onion awards cause she deserves it!

Chapter 17

Forks First Bank

Forks, Washington

November 1986

The men had received the State Police warnings of the two bank robbers making their way through Washington State. They had spent months preparing. Ephraim Black, Doug Newton, Tyler Crowley, and Sam Yorkie would not let anything happen to Forks First Bank. They valued their employees' and patrons' lives.

They spoke with other bank managers—the ones who had survived, that is—and got the basic idea of how the robbery went down, and then they set a trap. They would ensure those two were caught and went to jail where they belonged. The only problem was they did not know what they looked like. Every branch manager had a different description. Even the cops couldn't pinpoint what they looked like—just that it was a man and a woman. The only thing that stayed consistent was the color of the man's eyes. Green. It wasn't a very common color.

So, the men patrolled the bank every day, in plain clothes, so as not to scare them off. Sam stayed outside the bank with his dog, Quil, waiting for the signal to give chase. Then one day, a woman strolled into the bank Doug had never seen before; he signaled to Ephraim and Tyler to be on alert for the male. Tyler signaled to Sam outside to be on alert.

Then in walked the male.

xDoNx

Forks Forest

Washington

November 1986

All that could be heard in the nearly silent forest was the sound of their footfalls and panting breaths. They were running out of options. There weren't very many places they could go. She was scared, so scared, but if he was, he would never show it—especially to her. She tripped over a log, and she would have fell flat on her stomach if it weren't for him grabbing her around the waist and lifting her back to her feet.

He knew there was a cabin close to there—a hunting cabin that had belonged to his grandfather on his mother's side. If only they could make it there, they would be able to restock their ammunition and fight back. He felt sick that he was failing her in this way. He thought they'd been careful.

There was a bend in the path. They could see the cabin looming in front of them, but—once again—her clumsiness tripped them up, and she fell sprawling on the ground.

"GO!" she screamed at him.

"I'm not leaving you!" he yelled back.

"Please, please!" She cried, tears streaming down her face. "You can't let them get you, too!"

He tried to help her up, but her ankle gave out, and she sobbed in pain. Resigned, he sat on the forest floor and pulled her onto his lap. They'd had a good run. But time was not on their side this time.

He soothed her as best he could while they listened to the shouts of the men chasing them. She trembled in his arms, wondering what would become of them.

He kissed her neck, followed by her eyes, cheeks, and finally her mouth. She couldn't stop the moan that left her if she tried, not that she wanted to. From the moment she'd met him, she'd been drawn to him and was willing to do anything to be his.

"They're going to be here soon," he whispered in her ear.

She whimpered, burying her face in his neck, clinging to him harder.

"It'll be okay, Sugar. Don't you worry. We'll be together. No matter what."

She kissed his neck and moved her head so she could look into his eyes. He'd never lied to her before; she doubted he'd start now, in that moment.

"You promise?"

"I promise." He kissed her lips, desperate and hungry. He wished he had time to get inside her one more time. But he knew their time was over when he heard the snap of the twig to his left.

He adjusted her on his lap, then reached behind him, removing his gun from the small of his back, encouraging her to do the same. They might be going out, but they'd go out on their own terms.

He looked deep into her eyes. "I love you, Sugar. Don't you ever forget that."

She kissed him hungrily. "I love you, too."

"You ready to do this?"

She nodded, silently vowing revenge against those who had pushed them to that point.

"See you on the flipside, Sugar." He smirked at her, giving her a little wink.

Just as the first of the men burst from the line of trees in front of the cabin, the pair raised their guns to their heads, looked into each other's eyes, pressed their lips together, and pulled the triggers.

xDoNx

Newton House

Forks, Washington

March 2034 – 9:30 p.m.

The sound of a loud gunshot brought Doug out of his story; his daughter-in-law was sitting slumped in the chair, blood dripping from her head onto the white carpet.

"We had no other choice but to kill ourselves, you see," Jasper said, walking over to a now-crying Tanya, running the gun up the side of her cheek. "Because of your granddaddy, I had to die; my love had to die. So now, guess what has to happen, Tanya?" He tapped the gun on the side of her head.

Beside him, Alice cackled.

"No, please no, Jasper!" Tanya sobbed.

Jasper leaned over so he was right in her face; if he moved an inch closer, he could kiss her if he wanted. His breath ghosted across her lips as he spoke in a whisper so only she and Alice could hear. "Your pussy was sweet, but I've had sweeter. It was tight, but I've had tighter. The whole time we were together, I was using you in preparation for this day, for my day of revenge. In fact, the only reason I befriended Jacob, Tyler, and Eric was the same fucking reason—you are all just so fucking dumb you didn't see my contempt even when you were looking right at it. When I fucked you, I thought of my Bella—you were never anything to me. You were less than the dirt on the bottom of my shoe."

Tanya broke down right in front of them, gasping and crying, saying he was lying.

Alice couldn't take it any longer and shot Tanya in the temple. Alice giggled as she said, "Two down, two to go."

They turned next to Michael Newton, killing him quickly. After Michael was dead, they untied the scarves and laid them down in a line on the floor, wiping down the chairs and putting them back in the dining room.

"Now," Alice said, coming back into the family room, "time for the finishing touch."

They forced Doug to write a note, confessing to the killing of his family in hopes he could save them from sin, and then killing himself.

"Any final words, old man?" Jasper asked, putting the gun against the old man's temple.

"I'll see you in hell!" Doug growled.

"Awww, Doug, you haven't figured it out yet? There is no hell for us—we didn't die, dickhead; we were reborn." Then forcing the gun into a wide-eyed Doug Newton's hand, Jasper pulled the trigger, killing him.

Once Doug was dead, they placed his body in the armchair in the corner with the note in his lap. They made sure to position his arm where it would naturally fall after he shot himself, took Doug's chair back to the dining room, and let themselves back out the kitchen door. They made sure to smudge any footprints from the ground outside the window to the dining room and that they hadn't left any evidence behind them.

"I'm horny," Alice announced. "Let's go to my house and fuck real loud. Emmett hates that shit."

Jasper laughed, put his arm around Alice, and pulled her to him. "Let's go, Sugar."