A/N: I am sorry for the lack of updates yesterday, I have a massive English project due Thursday and I'm not done. I actually hsould be working on that now since I did take the day off of school to finish it, but I needed an update since I didn't get one up earlier this morning. As soon as this bloody thing is done, the updates will come rolling in. I promise! This chapter is dedicated to Fireglass who wanted a chapter where Edward and Bella watch The Ring. Read and review? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. Nor do I own The Ring.

Seven Days

"Seven days…" The words crackled out of the speakers, causing Bella to squirm closer to Edward.

He chuckled under his breath at her antics.

"Bella?"

"What?" She asked, turning her eyes all too willingly away from the television.

"I'm just going to tell you this now, hopefully to ease your mind a little," Edward began as he filled his voice with sincerity. "No freaky little girl who was drowned in a well is going to pop out of the screen and try to kill you."

"It's not me I'm worried about." Bella muttered.

Realizing what she meant, Edward let out a boisterous laugh.

"Bella, please tell me you're not talking about me." She nodded, embarrassed. "Bella, honey, I'm already dead."

She opened her mouth to respond just as Edward's cell phone rang.

"Hold that thought." He said as he reached into his pocket and produced the small silver phone in his right hand. "Hello." He said as he put it to his ear.

"Seven days…" The voice on the other end hissed.

"What in the…?" Edward murmured as the dial tone went off, signaling that the person on the other end had hung up. Flicking his eyes up to the television briefly, he stared ruefully at the gruesome body of the girl in the closet.

"What is it, Edward?" Bella asked, staring at him in anticipation.

"Seven days…" A voice said right next to her ear.

"Ahhh!" She screamed, jumping about a foot in the air.

Luckily, Edward caught her before she could fall off of the couch.

Adverting his gaze, he noticed Rosalie standing behind the couch, grinning like mad.

"Rosalie!" He exclaimed, anger coating his tone. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

Before she could answer, his phone rung again.

"Hello? You'd better not hang up on me again!" He managed to get out before the caller could say a word.

"Seven days…"

"Don't even think about hitting the little red phone button!" Edward warned.

"Ah, come on bro! Turn around!" An all too familiar voice said.

Turning around, Edward saw Emmett's smiling face outside of the glass wall.

"It was just too easy! I mean, it's so close to Halloween and all I just thou-" Edward hung up on him before he could finish.

"Mental note," Edward said, glaring at Rosalie. "Ask Esme if it is alright to turn the television around so the screen isn't exposed to the world outside of the house."