***I do not own Twilight or any of the wonderful characters found within the Twilight Saga, this is simply my nod to the wonderful*** *****Stephenie Meyer for her amazing and addicting stories. It's like my own little add on to the saga*****
This story takes place perhaps in the middle of the saga, or maybe it takes place after the saga ends....or who knows, it might just take place before the saga................OR it very well could take place in another dimension that was previously not explored in the saga. You'll have to read to the end in order to find out for sure.
Enjoy the story!
SUPERNOVA
CHAPTER ONE: Strange Dreams
"Jake, are you awake?" I shook his arm and asked urgently. "I just had the strangest dream."
"Sure, sure Bells," Jake mumbled groggily, though he was still half asleep, and snuggled up closer. "What's up?"
"Well, I don't even know how to describe it really. It was just so strange and it felt so real, that's the strangest thing about it of all!" I replied, my voice a little unsteady.
Jacob couldn't help but smile when he saw the dazed expression on my face as I was trying to remember the dream well enough that I could properly explain it to him. "Oh come on, you woke me up for this so you gotta tell me about it now," he implored.
"Hmmm," I sighed. "If I tell you about it, do you promise not to laugh at me?"
Jacob grinned at me again and said "Well, I'll do my best, but I ain't making any promises."
At that, I pursed my lips and shot a glare at him, "Jacob Black, I swear if you laugh at me, I will never speak to you again!" I resolutely stated.
"Sure, sure. I promise not to laugh then," Jacob said in a defeated tone. "Man, you just had to go and spoil all my fun though, didn't you?" he said jokingly and winked.
"Okay, I know this is going to sound crazy," or it sure seemed to be about a hundred kinds of crazy in my own mind. "There were vampires and some kind of werewolves, or maybe....I don't know, shape-shifters, I'm not really sure exactly, and Jake, you were one of the wolves!"
Jacob snorted in an effort to hold back his laughter and barely managed to contain it, but then he regained his composure and said "Vampires? Werewolves? Shapeshifters? Woah Bells, you weren't kidding about the crazy, but hey, it was just a dream. So what was so real about it anyhow?"
I then stopped to think for a minute, collect my thoughts and figure out the best way to fully describe all that had happened in the dream. It was just that it was so detailed and in depth, it couldn't have possibly all just run through my mind in the course of a few hours of unconsciousness, could it? In all honesty the dream felt like it stretched out over the course of a few years. Jacob was also still looking pretty groggy, or more accurately, although I thought he seemed like he was interested in hearing about the dream, he was obviously on the verge of passing back out. After all, he'd only been asleep for a few hours when I had woken him. "I don't know Jake," I finally responded. "It was just a silly dream I guess and I was a little disoriented when I first woke up from it, that's all. Sorry for disturbing you though, I'll leave you alone and let you get some more rest. I'm going to attempt to get back to sleep myself."
Mumbling through a stifled yawn, and already beginning to doze off, Jacob said, "Okay, but tell me more about it later if you want. I'll try not to laugh, although it does sound like a good storyline for a horror movie," he teased. "Night Bells, love you crazy girl."
Still shaken by my dream and not actually sure I could get relaxed again any time soon, I responded "Night Jake, I love you too. Sorry again for waking you up!" But by the time I'd even finished the sentence he was all but snoring and fast on his way to getting back to his own dreams.
After thinking more about the dream, I decided it was probably best not to explain the whole dream to Jake. I thought it might just make him feel a little bit insecure or jealous and figured I ought to just forget I ever had the dream in the first place. "Vampires huh," I mused to myself as I tried to fall back asleep. Try as I might to get comfortable though, I just couldn't find the right position to lay in so that I could manage to go back to sleep. So I tossed and turned for hours on end. Meanwhile, my sleeping boyfriend was oblivious to this fact as he was off in his own personal dreamland. As I tried to force myself back into a sleeping state, I simply could not erase one image in particular from my mind. It was a face I had never seen before, or not that I could remember having ever set my eyes on, and this was no easily forgettable face. This was a face to remember, perfectly chiseled features, gorgeous topaz colored eyes, and the person-no, make that vampirethe face belonged to apparently went by the name Edward Cullen. I liked the sound of it, it had a nice ring to it, but never mind, it was just a dream I tried to tell myself. So I laid there and continued trying in vain to push the image from my mind.
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