INFINITE DREAMS
by cherry blossom girl
Disclaimer: I don't own any Twilight characters or settings (or anything from the Twilight series); it all belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
PROLOGUE – CRIMSON DAWN
Smell of blood was in the air. She was standing alone in the middle of a forest, in a small clearing. It was at night, darkness was all around, penetrated only by the full moon's light. She shuddered. Distant howling of a lone wolf echoed through the woods. Or were there more of them? In front of her lied a narrow path. She followed it quietly, occasionally looking around to assure that no one follows her.
It was starting to dawn slowly by the time she came to the edge of the forest. She felt a slight wave of panic wash over her; she can't be there when the sun rises. The sun can't touch her, she didn't know why, her memory felt blank, she just somehow knew it can't. Something was wrong.
She started running; she had to fly from the sun. Soon she couldn't breath. Everything started swirling, and then it came again. The images. She saw big mansion, and a girl with brown hair and eyes, empty streets of some small town, small group of people, dark forest, and a bush with white roses, big brown and grey wolves, and blood, so much blood...
Everything started to blend together; she fell to the ground, holding her head, wishing those images would finally stop. Slowly, they began fading away. She noticed the sun has already almost risen. She tried to stand up, but she couldn't. She had to get away. She started to crawl slowly towards the shadowy haven of the green forest. The sun rose and its warm light rays shone on her.
She woke up with a lump in her throat, holding back scream. It was a dream, even the images. It was not real, she repeated to calm herself. Secretly, she knew it was more. She was never the one to have ordinary dreams.
She didn't understand the whole meaning of what she dreamt of, if it had any at all. But she knew she should tell him. She felt he would find it important. It could be the sign they were waiting for. She went downstairs. He wasn't there yet. While waiting for him, she started to decipher her dream's real meaning.
A tall, strong man entered the room. His posture was proud, maybe even too much. For as we know, pride is the deadliest of the sins.
"Robert, I dreamt of that place again. I think it is called Forks," she spoke to him.
"Indeed? How interesting," he offered thoughtfully.
"What shall we do?" she wanted to know.
"Iris, it's a sign," he said sincerely. "You must go there."
"Then I will, Robert."
"I love you, Iris."
She smiled. "I know."
She often felt confused in her life, but now she knew exactly what she had to do. She saw it, in her dreams. When she stood alone in the barren brown fields looking in the distance, and the crimson dawn was slowly breaking over the horizon, she knew he was right. She must go to Forks. To do what was needed.