I'm running through the forest, running away from something-something deadly. All that I can remember is the teeth, the razor sharp teeth. My head hits the ground, there is a sharp pain in my ankle as I try to get up, but its already too late. A figure is blocking the light and I know that it is my death that it wants, that it is hungry for.

Out of the corner of my eye I see something move, great….we aren't alone. Before I know it the figure has been knocked down on the ground and standing before me is a tall figure-taller then the other. I sit here trying to make out the figures, the two are fighting now, throwing each other and growling.

"Bella." The second figure says in a soft voice. "Go…"

I wake up to Edward sitting next to me, his honey golden eyes staring into mine. Silently I sit up with a smile on my face. Charlie is still asleep, of course he still hasn't caught on to Edward sneaking into my room during the night. Edward smiles at me and kisses me.

"How's my Bella?" Edward's voice is soft. "Did I wake you?"
"No." I lean in to kiss him again, but he pulls away. "What?"
"Charlie." I blink and he is gone. Knowing Edward he's probably in my closet.

A moment later my bedroom door opens and Charlie walks in. He stares at me in surprise, I glance at the clock and see that it's four thirty. I look back at him with raised eyebrows.

My dad looks down. "I heard you talking…"
"What?" I smirk a little trying to hide the fact that I'm freaking out inside. "Dad, that's crazy."
"I know, just thought that I'd check on you." He walks farther into the room and sits down on my bed. "What are you doing up so early?"
"I just had a nightmare." My dad just sits beside me trying to think of something to say, but all that I want is for him to leave so I can be alone with Edward. "Dad, I'm tired. Maybe I should go back to-"
"I'll leave in a minute, Bells. There's something that I have to talk to you about." He runs his fingers through his hair and stares at the wall. "How are you and Edward doing?"
"Fine." I stare at my dad, why would he ask this. "Why?"
"It's just that…I know that you like him a lot, but you have to realize something else. Jake likes you."
I can't help it but I laugh, Jake and me? Jake's like my brother, surely this is some mistake or a horrible joke. My dad just stares at me as though I've lost my mind. Just when I stop laughing I think about it again and I go back into a fit of giggles.

"Bells, its not funny." My dad's serious expression doesn't help things, it makes me laugh even harder. "He's upset about you and Edward."

"Dad…" I take a deep breath trying to keep the giggles away. "Dad, I don't like Jake that way. He's like my brother, I love him but not like that."

"Jacob doesn't think of it that way." Charlie's eyes are on me the whole time. "He thinks that you two would be great together."

I sigh. "Dad, I'm not breaking up with Edward to be with someone who's like my brother. Kissing Jake would be like kissing my brother."
"Just keep that in mind Bella." My dad kisses my forehead. "I like Edward and all but Jacob's a good kid too."

"Night dad." I say laying back down. "I'm going back to bed."
"Night Bells…"

My dad leaves and I lay here wishing that Edward hadn't have had to listen to that conversation. Just like I had thought my closet door opens and Edward is back on my bed beside me, his expression is blank. I take his hands in mine and try to make him look at me, after a few minutes he does.

"I don't like Jacob like that, I love you. You know that." Edward looks into my eyes. "What? You don't believe me?"
"Of course I believe you, it just annoys me that he likes you." For a minute there is a smirk on his lips, then he looks up at me. "I could just….never mind."
"You could what?" I stare at him. "Why are you smirking?"
"I could just kill him now…" His smile returns and I shake my head. "Bella, I know that it upsets you."
"No, I don't understand why you would want to kill him. You have me, he doesn't. I love you, not Jacob. So what would you gain from killing him?"
"The satisfaction of him dying at my hands or even better yet…my teeth." Edward says with a shrug. "Besides he's an enemy of the vampires."

I raise my eyebrows. "An enemy of yours? How?"
"He's a werewolf." Edward says staring me in the eyes. "Jacob turns into a pooch, but not on a full moon."
"Edward, you are joking with me." I stand up and walk around my room. "Jake's not a wolf….werewolf's aren't real."

"You think I'm joking?" He looks down and smirks a little. "If he told you then you'd believe it wouldn't you?"
"I'd need proof." Edward walks over to me and puts his arms around me. "Solid proof."
I feel him shaking and here him laughing lightly. "You mean you want to see him turn into a pooch?"

"Okay, enough with this talk." I press my lips to his and feel weak in my knees. We are on my bed before I know it. "This is a great way to start the day."
"Happy birthday Bella." Edward says with his lips pressed to mine.

Happy birthday to me indeed. If Edward kisses me this way on my birthday then I wish my birthday was every day. Minus the ageing part though, I could deal with that. Edward lays in bed with me and holds me until I fall asleep, as I drift off I listen to the sweet words he whispers to me.

Edward is gone when I wake up, as I sit up in bed I remember the dream that I had. The second person was Edward, but who was the first? Who ever the first person was he or she wanted me dead. Could it be Victoria? Possibly, maybe I should talk to Alice about the whole thing. No, that would worry Edward and it was only a dream. Just a dream, nothing more.

A knock on my door makes me jump and Charlie walks in. He's holding a card and a small lavender bag, there is a smile on his face as he stands in front of me. One of the reasons why I hate birthdays is because I HATE surprises. I try and smile at him, but I know that I'm not that good of an actress.

"Happy birthday Bells." He says handing me the bag. "The big eighteen..."

"Thanks, dad." I say taking the back and card. "You aren't going to cry are you?"
"Of course not, I just calmed down Reene." He stares at me as I look down at my bed. "She was pretty...worked up. Your mom wasn't happy that her gifts not here yet, tried to make me promise not to give you the one from me yet."

"You know maybe I should wait." I start to put the bag on the floor, but my dad shakes his head. "Fine, I'll open it. What is it? Pepper spray?"

"Cute, Bella." My dad says as I open the card and read it fast. "Now, just remember if you don't like it we can always return it."

"I'm sure it'll be great dad." Slowly I pull out the tissue paper. As I pull the last piece of tissue paper off of the book my dad got me-yes I know not Charlie-ish. My hands touch the cover not believing it, a rare edition of Wuthering Heights. "Dad..."

I look up at him and see that he is blushing. "Do you like it?"
"Yes...I love it." I get up and hug my dad, its not as awkward as it used to be. "Thanks..."

"No problem honey." My dad kisses my forehead and starts to walk toward the door. "I should have gotten you some hair dye though, I saw a few gray hairs..."

"No, you didn't." I rush over to my mirror and turn back to his snickering face. "Funny."

"Happy birthday." He says still smirking and shuts the door behind him.

None of my friends at school know that its my birthday, that's a plus. Maybe today will be bearable-remember I said maybe. I walk over to my closet and open the door. An outfit is hanging right in the very front with a note attached:

Bella,

This will look great on you today! Blue is so your color! Happy birthday! See you at school!

-Alice

(Don't forget the heels on the floor!)