A/N: Just a little opening for my first Twilight fic, I promise future posts will be longer. Go check out my Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood story if that's your thing. Enjoy! REVIEW!!!
I was drowning.
I was in the middle of the ocean screaming for help and no one could hear me.
I was going to die cold and alone.
I would sink to the bottom of the ocean.
No one would ever find my body.
This was how it was going to end.
And then I woke up.
I sat up quickly and gasped as I reentered the land of the living and blood rushed to my head from sitting up too fast. Then fell back into my pillow with a sigh as it registered in my mind that it was just a dream. That I wasn't actually drowning. The nearest shoreline was 30 minutes away in La Push and the only ocean I was currently endangered by was my ocean of blankets and pillows that weighed down on me.
I fought with my own mind as it registered that Edward had been here last night, and that I had this dream every night he was here. The thought was there, as it had been since I started having this dream months ago, and just like every other morning I woke from the dream world feeling more tired than I'd felt when I crawled into bed the night before. The only nights I slept peacefully these days were the nights Edward wasn't here because he was out in the woods hunting with his brothers. Nights that were few and far between.
He wouldn't turn me into a vampire but he was slowly turning me into one of the living dead anyway. Although I leaned more toward the reanimated flesh of a zombie in a trash-tastic horror movie than the ethereal beauty that my boyfriend and friends had.
Of four things I was certain:
Edward was smothering me.
I couldn't breathe.
I wanted to get away from him.
I didn't know how.
Edward was becoming less appealing almost by the hour, things that had once seemed romantic to me now seemed almost terrifyingly creepy. When I was around him I spent every moment fighting my bodies desire to run away. To get as far away from him as I could and get closer to. Something. My body, no, my soul was crying out for something, and the pull was so strong that it almost hurt. The problem was that I didn't know what it was that was missing.
Things were becoming clearer. This THING between Edward and me, between me and his whole family was toxic. I couldn't stay and I couldn't leave. Edward had made that perfectly clear during one of his late night visits the week before. On that night he told me I was his, that he wouldn't let me go until the day he greeted his final death. He said he had spent 100 years waiting for me to find him and now that I had I wasn't going to leave him. Ever.
I've never been so scared. Every instinct I had towards self preservation was practically screaming at me that I needed to get away from him.
I didn't know how.
How do you run away from a creature that is built to hunt and to kill? I could go anywhere and he would be able to find me. I could go back to my mother and he would follow me. In the middle of the night he could come for me. And I would be asleep, I needed sleep to survive, he didn't.
I didn't know what to do. Even worse I had to live with the constant fear that Alice would see my future. That she would see me trying to get away. I knew she wouldn't tell Edward but all it would take would be a moment of weakness with him in her head and he would know and come after me, he'd spent a century waiting for me. He wouldn't go away without a fight and I didn't have the strength to put up a fight.
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