DeeAnne took in a deep breath and shut her eyes as she closed the book. She rested it on her chest as she let the breath out and embraced the black tome of fiction that had become her life for the past few months. Opening her eyes took her gaze to the giant poster of Edward that she had hung over her bed.

She smiled. The teenage vampire had become the protagonist of all her dreams of late, and tonight would be no exception. She leaned over and put the book on her bedside table. The silver title shimmered in the lamp light. Breaking Dawn had been everything she wanted and didn't want at the same time. It had been the thrilling, dramatic and sexy adventure she wanted, but had also been the end she never wanted to come.

Looking up at the clock she saw that it was past midnight. Damn, she thought. Well, at least I can sleep in. I love Saturdays. She touched the side of the lamp and her room went dark. Rolling to her side, she made a wish; the same wish she made since she opened Twilight. Come to me, my Edward. She drifted off the only place where that wish could come true.

DeeAnne woke with a start. A cool breeze was what had roused her. Still half asleep, she groggily rose to her feet and stumbled to the window. She pushed it down, not even noticing that is wasn't open in the first place. She rubbed her eye as she turned back to her bed. Her shoulder bumped into something hard and cold and she put her hands on the thing to ensure it didn't fall.

Her hands closed around the hard, cold, round thing. It was moving, but it was steady; it wasn't going to fall. "Stay," she ordered the shelf or lamp or whatever. Here eyes were still filled with sleep so whatever it was was blurry. She took her hands off it, swaying a little herself with drowsiness. Hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her. She stopped swaying, putting her hands on the forearms attached to the hands holding her up.

She blinked, becoming more cognitive. Her vision focused, and it finally clicked in her head that there was someone in her room. She took in a breath and her eyes widened, but the hands came up to cover her mouth and hold the back of her neck.

"Please," came a male voice. DeeAnne started to struggle against him, making as much noise as she could but she stomped her foot once and he moved his hand from her neck to encircle her arms and the small of her back and lift her from the ground. She started to panic and tried to bite his hand. "That's not going to work, DeeAnne. Will you please just calm down?!"

Her name caught her attention, and she noticed that voice was very soothing. She started to calm down once her brain registered that she liked his voice. "Shh" he cooed to her. "Just calm down, it's alright. I won't hurt you."

DeeAnne stopped flailing and struggling, and he set her down. Slowly he let her go. As she calmed down, she realized how cold he had made her. She reached up and hugged herself, rubbing her arms.

"Yes, I'm sorry about that."

She backed up and sat on the bed. Her eyes never left his silhouette as she leaned over to touch her bedside lamp. The room lit up, and before her stood a shirtless Edward Cullen. It had to be him; it was her exact picture of him from her imagination. The tussled copper hair, the liquid gold eyes, the perfectly muscled arms and chest.

He knelt in front of her, eyes coming down to her level. "DeeAnne, I have to know how I got here." She couldn't form the words, but he understood. "You don't know? Okay, can you tell me how you know absolutely everything about me? I could hear your dreams, and they were all about me and my family in some way." He paused a second, but looked confused. "I know you are very confused, but I have to know. You have to straighten your thoughts for me, DeeAnne."

She did the only thing she could think of and reached to my bedside table and handed him Breaking Dawn. He opened it and read, expression becoming more and more unreadable as he did. "How…" He stood and turned his back to DeeAnne. She reached out with a shaking hand to touch his back. Her head was becoming more and more unclouded by the second, and she wanted to feel him before this beautiful dream faded away. It wasn't often that her imagination ran this far away from her.

He must have been very enthralled by Breaking Dawn because when her fingers touched his back he jumped a little. Her mouth hung open in disbelief. "I can't believe how real this is." He reached down to take her hand.

"This is real, DeeAnne. I need you to believe that if you are to help me. I have to get back to Bella and Nessie." DeeAnne blinked. Her fantasies had always before revolved around an Edward that wanted her. It made no sense for her to imagine Bella's Edward. "That's good, keep thinking that logically, and you will be able to help me." He lifted the book. "Are there any more of these?" She nodded and pointed behind him to her bookshelf. Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, the dust cover for Breaking Dawn as well as her printed version of Midnight Sun sat there.

He moved to the shelf, stroking the books. "This is…impossible!" DeeAnne was thinking the same thing as she yawned. He turned back to her. "Sleep, DeeAnne. Things I hope will be clearer in the morning."

She lay back down without protest. If the Edward her hind cooked up was one that wasn't interested in her that it was not one that she wanted to continue imagining. As she slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing she heard was his comment "silly girl" and soft laugh.