I pressed my fingers
against the mirror, memories flooding back.
"So. I
graduated." I said, hinting to Edward as I lay in his lap, the
moonlight falling in from the window like a blanket on the
floor.
"So. You did." He obviously did not want this to
happen. "You still have to marry me." I frowned, but furrowed
deeper into his arms.
"So. I do. Tomorrow, huh?" I
said, astonished it really was tomorrow. This seemed to
cheer him up some.
"Yes, love, tomorrow. Are you ready?" I got
the feeling he wasn't asking about the wedding.
"…I'm
ready." I lay back in his arms, letting sleep wash over me.
I
was asleep. I knew that much. I also looked into the mirror, and saw
myself old, wrinkled, ancient. I remembered this mirror. I had seen
it in my dreams before. But there was a difference this time. This
time, I had eternity on my side.
I pulled my hand back, looking at
the stone-hard, icy-cold white skin. I clenched into a fist with a
smile, and smashed my hand into the mirror. I smiled wider when I
didn't feel the pain of it, there was no cuts, no blood. I watched
the fragments glitter down, before turning into lights like stars to
disappear.
I heard something behind me, and turned, smiling, ready
to move into the waiting arms of my dream-edward.
But when I
turned, I saw one thing, and one thing only.
The floor, which was
usually a marbly white colour, was stained red by a puddle of blood,
bubbling up from the center, and rushing forward like a flood. I took
a terrified step back. But then, it swept forward, filling up the
room. There was blood everywhere. I held my breath, I was a vampire,
vampires didn't need to breath. But I felt it go over my head, and
screamed, gasping for air, my hands, my arms, my legs, all
terrifyingly pink and human. My hands flailed around me, desperately
reaching for the air I would never find.
"Edward! Edward,
help!" I screamed, choking on the blood in my mouth and lungs. I
saw him drifting in the water. He looked my way, his golden eyes
staring as if he didn't see the blood.
"I don't need you
anymore." Those words rang from is mouth, and my eyes went wide
from fear. I tried to swim toward him, but he turned, and was gone
before I could blink. I stopped moving, stopped breathing, as if my
body had given up the will to live. Then, in a final burst of life, a
screamed out at the top of my lungs, "Don't leave me again,
Edward!"
Strong arms shook me desperately, but gently. I
woke up, sweating and shivering, tears streaking my eyes. A
beautiful, terrified face stared into mine, creased with worry. I
pressed my face into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me,
confused, scared, but trying to do whatever would help.
I sat
there for a moment, and realized that I had screamed those last few
words out loud. I knew they had stung him like a whip, and I
flinched. He sensed it, and pulled back enough to look at my
face.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." I sobbed, collapsing
back into his arms.
"No, love, it's al right. I'm the one
who's sorry..."