DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. There, I said it. Sad but true.
The house was abandoned now, an eerie sort of familiar rather than the comforting home she remembered. Bella walked through the halls, her footsteps echoing off of the cold marble floors. She thought back to when the cavernous room was once full of booming laughter and sweet love songs flowed from the now-in-ruins piano. The slight creak in the floor should have been inaudible to any human, but Bella had tuned her voice to hear the minute sounds that the Cullens unconsciously heard every day. Unfortunately, she did not have their incredible reflexes. She only had time to scream as unfamiliar cold red eyes glared down from a mirror image of her own face.
Bella woke up in a cold sweat next to a very concerned Edward. There was no shaking off her strange new sleeping patterns as stress anymore: the nightmares had elevated from feverish behavior to the scream she knew had been real. And screaming in her sleep was not indicative of stress alone. The sounds of a panicked Charlie fumbling up the stairs gave Edward only enough time for one despaired glance before he disappeared into the night, although away from Bella was clearly the last place he wanted to be right now. It was all too clear to her now what was bothering her: the countless nights tossing and turning, the sick feeling she got when thinking of her future, and the nightmares featuring a homicidal newborn that looked like but couldn't be herself... the days were counting down. In too few days, Bella was to be reborn. She wondered if her humanity could survive the transformation.
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