Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns these characters

A/N: This is my first fanfic, I had My Dark Angel posted on here about 3 days ago, but the first chapter had some typos and a few things missing, so I deleted it and replaced it with the new and improved chapter. It will still have many flaws, I am still looking for a betareader. So if any of you are up for the challenge. I have finished the first chapter and the very last chapter, now I just have to create all that goes in the middle. I hope you enjoy this story and please review it. I could use the help, criticism, and guidance. Thank you.

Theme song to this story is "What if this storm ends?" by: Snow Patrol (Part 1 of The lightning Strike)...I suggest you listen to it, perfect song for this story AND it is a FUCKING amazing song (pardon my french ;)). Oh and KEEP READING this story gets GOOD! Drama, love, heartache, jealousy, miraculous amazing dreams. It's kind of pretty freaking awesome lol. Thanks for reading and DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW BITCHES! (love you all) haha

Chapter 1 The Dream

BPOV

It was 4:00 A.M. and I had just woken up from the strangest nightmare I had ever experienced. I was in a black forest, it was nighttime, and the stars were brightly shining around the brim of the tall Evergreens. I saw Jacob; he stood about 10 yards from me in a patch of wet moss, waving in my direction. Only this silent wave wasn't in greeting, but in leaving. He was saying goodbye to me as if this was the last time we'd ever see each other. I didn't understand why he was leaving me; he never would. I felt worried and took a step forward towards Jacob.

A feeling of sadness washed over me as a girl entered the forest and walked next to him. I stopped in my tracks and watched as she placed her arm on his shoulder and stared into his dark brown eyes. He took her hand into his own and kissed her cheek.

I could not distinguish who the girl was; she was vaguely blurry and hidden by the mysterious dark night. Fortunately, Jacob was standing in a slim area of light gleaming from the vibrant full moon, which granted me the advantage of seeing his unspoken face. His tall muscular body was directed towards the girl and his strong face was facing her as well. He smiled his too familiar gentle smile to her, and then looked at me for the last time.

He turned his head to face me, though the gesture seemed like it was forced, as if the last thing he wanted to do was look away from her and look at me. His expression was of questioning, it seemed like he was asking me for my blessing of this girl who had just entered his life. He was asking for my understanding, for the expression on his face was a longing to be with her.

This dream, which was heartbreaking in the beginning, had now become a sinister nightmare. My heart flooded with pain as I acknowledged the hurt that rushed through my body. Jacob was all I had; we had been together since we were able to talk. Jacob had been the backbone and structure of my life; he was always there for me no matter what happened. A flash of the memories we had had together raced before my eyes: our first date, our first kiss, and the first time he told me he loved me. He said he would always be mine and that nothing would ever change those feelings.

I was his Bella, his heart, his life. But in this dream, it was certain that whoever this girl was, this violator of my life, had a pull on Jacob, a pull much greater than my own. He was gravitating towards her like a moon to a planet. No matter how hard he would try to leave her, he couldn't. But the face that this new Jacob held was not a face that wanted to leave; it was a face that would rather die a million gruesome deaths than take one strenuous step away from her. If anything came between them, he would fight it to the death and never let her go. She was his life now, and I could see it.

As much as it pained me to accept that fact, I had to. I knew I had to. I loved Jacob, but I wanted him to be happy, and if being happy no longer meant that he wanted to be with me, then I had to accept that. But I was too selfish.

Right when I was about to beg for Jacob to stay with me, another figure entered into this foreboding nightmare of mine. He too, like the girl, was blurry. I could not make out a face, but a sudden feel of relief filled my every aching bone. The pain of losing Jacob had melted away and a love for this new being covered all my invisible wounds. I was healed, by this dark angel who was haunting my dream.

I didn't understand why I was so attracted to him; after all I couldn't even see his face. But the feelings that swelled up inside me could not be ignored. They would not stand for it. I loved this being with every part of my body. And I would never want anything else, not even Jacob.

The world seemed to snap back into place and my mind cleared from the desperation and confusion. I welcomed this dark stranger into my life without a second thought. I was left with an instant longing for him. I thought I had loved Jacob, but nothing could have ever prepared me for a love this strong. I never knew a person could feel this way. He was my planet, and I was his moon. He would forever have his pull on me and I would forever gravitate towards him. I would never object to its force at which it held upon me. I was his, and he was mine.

Right as he took a step toward me, Jacob jumped in between us. Frightened by the sudden movement, I jumped back and watched in shock. Jacob was glaring at him with the strongest expression of distrust and hatred. His eyes burned for blood. I had never seen such dislike in my life. Jacob raised his arm as if about to punch the mysterious boy, and my eyes began to flood with tears.

I woke up panting, my heart was racing and I could feel a tiny puddle of warm sweat that had accumulated on my forehead. I wiped it away and tried to steady my breathing.

I have never in my life dreamt a dream so mystifying and confusing. It scared me to even think about the loss between me and Jacob. However, it was comforting to think of the love I had found with the mysterious boy who had healed the heartache. If only I could have seen his face; it would have been branded into my mind forever. How could I forget such a face, the face of my new beloved? But of course, this was just a dream, a nightmare that I could only wish to forget. This strange boy does not exist, even if I secretly desired him to with all my heart. I love Jacob, and the thought of even thinking about this new love would damage the current love of which I had for him.

He was my past, my present, and will be my future. The dark angel does not exist; therefore I cannot dwell on the possibility. The thought of it would only lead to pain and misery. But now, since I've felt this feeling of longing, I cannot imagine ever forgetting it. The strength at which it held me was astonishing and I was not ready to put it out of my mind. I never would have imagined such feelings could be possible, except in movies and stories that told of true love overpowering any other feeling in the world. Of course, this was a dream, and not reality.

I lay in my bed and let out a deep breath. I looked at the clock, 4:04 A.M. In four hours I would have to be at school and face Jacob. In four hours I would have to pretend that nothing has affected our relationship, even though in actuality it has. I cannot let this dream expel my feelings for him. I cannot allow it. What an absurd idea, to even think that a dream could have such an effect on my feelings for Jacob. It wasn't even real for God sakes! I thought to myself. How could I think such a thing?

I decided that going back to sleep would only cause even more trouble. I feared that I would see the dark angel again, that he would linger in my dreams longer than he should. His presence was warm and inviting, but I had to ignore it. I could not risk it, so I made up my mind. No more sleep tonight. I sat up from my bed and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would wake me from this madness and clear my thoughts for a few minutes.

While rinsing my hair and splashing my face with warm water, I still thought about my dream. I couldn't help it; it was like the boy had some kind of power over me. No matter how hard I tried to avoid his control, my mind would wander right back into his grasps. I couldn't forget the subject. I wasn't allowed to.

I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. It was freezing the instant I opened the shower curtain. Of course it would be; 4:00 A.M. in the end of January was always cold in Forks, Washington. I've lived long enough, 17 years to be exact, to know that it was always cold and always wet here, whether I liked it or not. While shivering, I quickly grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around myself. I rushed to my bedroom and pulled on my soft blue bathrobe. It was warm and comforting. I smiled as it touched my skin, the instant cold melting away by its warm embrace. I grabbed my hair brush and brushed through all the knots my brown hair was notorious for.

Once my hair was smooth and knot free, I sat on my disheveled bed. I looked at the clock, 4:31 A.M. it was still extremely early. There was nothing to do. And if I didn't do anything, I would think about my dream. I had to think of something.

I stood up and walked over to my computer. I sat in my desk chair and turned it on. I had forgotten to check my email last night, which made me sigh in relief. I finally had something to do. I decided to take my time and slowly read every single type of mail I had received in my inbox. I read through the spam, all the usual advertisements and scams, I clicked on the "click here to receive your very own brand new laptop!" and I even clicked where it said I could win a free trip to Hawaii by taking a simple IQ test.

I was completely and utterly desperate to waste away my time. As long as I wasn't thinking about him, then I would be fine. After reading my emails, I began playing a long and strenuous game of bubble shooter. It was game I always enjoyed playing when I greatly needed to pass away a few minutes. When I finally beat the game, I looked at the clock, 5:28 A.M. I could get ready for school now. Surely it was still quite early, but at least now it was reasonable. I could even make a huge breakfast to spend some more of my time. Charlie and Renee would love that, especially Charlie.

My mother Renee is a terrible cook, and my dad Charlie, poor Charlie, has had to eat and surprisingly live through all her terrible creations in the kitchen. When I have the chance, I try to step in and help my mother, or even take control over the whole meal and tell her to step out of the kitchen. She is usually grateful for these intrusions and loves when I offer my services. Though her odd concoctions and experiments with cuisine often frighten Charlie, being the gentleman that he is, he eats her disputable creations despite the possible consequences. Charlie believes that I have acquired my wonderful cooking skills from his side of the family, though Renee begs to differ. Nevertheless, every time Charlie mentions her talents in the kitchen, she always wavers and drops the fight, which allows Charlie to gloat in his win and smirk at his accomplishment.

My dad, Chief Swan, Head of the police department in Forks, is a very typical American man. He loves to go fishing, loves to win arguments, and certainly loves to watch football. His reward for winning those arguments is to lie on the couch and do nothing but watch Sports Center. He is easily pleased and is also the kind of guy that ritually lives by the phrase "less is more." I have always admired that trait about Charlie; I am never forced to tell him everything about my life. He listens to what I give him and is always satisfied, regardless of the details. He is also a huge fan of Jacob; my boyfriend, my love, and also the son of his best friend, Billy Black.

By the time I got dressed and fixed my hair, it was time to head down stairs and make breakfast. I started with a nice batch of fried eggs and bacon. The smell radiated through the whole house and I could hear Charlie stirring around in his room. He had to leave early to head for the station every morning. Being the head chief had always had its responsibilities, and having little sleep of course, was one of them. Luckily for him, I was making a delicious breakfast today to help him wake up. I had already started a pot of coffee that was almost finished brewing when I heard Charlie leave his room, feet pounding down the stairs.

"Mornin' Bells. You making eggs and bacon? I could smell it a mile away." Charlie lifted his face and inhaled the mouth-watering scent, "smells delicious," he smiled. He looked exceptionally pleased.

"Thanks Dad. It will be ready in a minute. I have already made coffee for you." I pointed to the pot sitting on the counter ready to be poured. Charlie grinned and walked over to grab a mug and filled it with fresh coffee, "Thank Bells."

I finished up with the eggs and bacon and grabbed a plate to fill for Charlie. He sat down at the small breakfast table as I sat his plate right in front of him. I then filled my own plate, covered the pans to keep the food warm, and then joined him.

Charlie shoved a mouthful of bacon in his mouth then looked at me, "So Bells…why are you up so early? I love when you make breakfast, but you never get up early unless you can't sleep? Anything wrong?" he then swallowed a lump down his throat and took a sip of his coffee, his eyes staring intently at my own.

"No…I'm fine…I just couldn't go back to sleep. That's all," I didn't want to tell him the truth, about the dream I had had. It was too personal and too complicated to be shared. It wasn't that I couldn't talk to Charlie about these things, it was just, I wouldn't ever tell anyone about this. It was my dream, for me only. I wouldn't want anyone to know; especially Jacob. He was the person I had to keep this from; I needed to keep this from. I couldn't fathom the possibility of ever telling him.

"Ok Bells, just checking," Charlie went back to scarfing down his food, a groan let out from his stomach in happiness and satisfaction. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" Charlie asked with a mouthful of eggs as he raised his eyebrows.

"You're enjoying this meal aren't you?" I smirked.

"You bet I am! It's not everyday I get a good homemade breakfast," Charlie finished the last bit of his bacon and then pushed his plate away from him. He let out a deep sigh and leaned back in his chair. "Thanks honey, that was good."

I laughed again and continued eating my own breakfast. Charlie got up and washed his plate off and placed it in the sink. He refilled his coffee mug and then sat back at the table. I heard the wood creak upstairs. "I guess your mom's awake," Charlie said with a smile. As he said that, Renee walked down the stairs in her pajamas and smiled at the site of me and Charlie.

"Good morning," she said in a pleasant voice.

"Good morning," Charlie and I said in unison.

"I made breakfast mom, help yourself. Eggs, bacon, and coffee," I pointed to the selection of food on the stove covered in their pans.

"I knew I smelled something yummy. Thank you Bella, you are such a sweetheart. Now I don't have to slave away in the kitchen and make something Charlie won't even eat," she smirked at Charlie and his face gave a shock expression.

"Now Renee, you know I always eat your food," he said defending himself.

Renee gave out a quiet chuckle and walked to Charlie, she kissed him on the forehead and then whispered, "But that doesn't mean you like it." Charlie didn't answer, he was lost for words.

He stumbled before speaking, "I…uh….your cooking is wonderful honey. Almost as good as Bella's," he laughed at his comment, thinking it was exceptionally clever. Charlie was terrible at jokes, but we always lead him on pretending they were hilarious.

"Ha Ha Ha….funny Charlie," she stuck her tongue out at him and he winked at her. It was always funny to watch Charlie and Renee interact. They loved teasing each other almost every second they had a chance to.

"Oh, you know I'm just pulling your leg…. But hey I got to head to work, love you two, and thanks again for breakfast Bells." Charlie gave Renee a kiss on her forehead then kissed mine as well.

"Your welcome dad," I quietly said to Charlie.

Renee and I said, "love you too," together and then Charlie grabbed his coat and walked out the front door to his cruiser. We listened as his engine roared and he drove off into the morning streets.

"So Bella, how did you sleep last night?" Renee asked, not showing any concern while filling her own plate of food, just normal behavior to a normal routine question.

"It was fine," trying to hide my worried tone of voice, I failed and Renee caught it. She stopped what she was doing and looked right at me with a concerned look.

"Is something the matter?" She asked, her eyes sympathetic.

"No everything is fine mom; I just had a bad dream last night. It's not like the end of the world or anything." I tried to look away so she couldn't see the lie in my eyes. Renee gave me a half smile, although it didn't touch her eyes. She was always good at figuring out my problems. She always knew when something wasn't right. I covered my face in my hair and cleaned the dishes. "I have to go to school soon mom, don't worry, nothings wrong."

Hoping that I had convinced my mother, she looked at me for a moment in deep concentration then gave up. "Alright honey, have a good day at school."

I finished with the dishes then grabbed my backpack and headed for the door. Renee met me there and held her arms out for a hug. As we embraced, she whispered into my ear, "If you need to talk to me, I am here. You can tell me anything." She let me go and I didn't say a word. I nodded and walked out the door.

"Bye mom, see you later." I shouted as I headed for my truck.

"Bye dear, I love you," she called after me.

"Love you too," I said as I jumped into my old red Chevy truck. I slowly backed out of the driveway and then pulled forward into the street. I waved to my mom and then headed down the road to Forks High School. Everything seemed fine until I remembered the dream.

I can't believe I'm thinking about this again, I thought to myself.

As I pulled into the school parking lot, a picture shot across my face, Jacob. His face was the longing face again. In an instant my heart sped up. I have to face Jacob.

In reality this whole dream was silly. It couldn't possibly change my feelings for Jacob. It wasn't real. It was just a dream after all. Just a dream. I kept repeating those three words in my head over and over again. Just a dream.

I parked into the closest spot to the school and cut off my engine. I sat in my seat and breathed in and out, slowly trying to collect myself. I grabbed my backpack and reached for the truck's door handle when I looked up and saw him.

Jacob.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, please let me know what you think. Again, I am looking for a beta reader! Thanks again, and review!