Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Twilight... or Edward. But I do own copies of the books! lol

The Twilight Saga always has been and always will be owned by Stephenie Meyer.

EPOV

Ok, so I was hunting mountain lions with Emmett one weekend (away from Bella for the entire weekend!), when out of no where I heard a mysterious voice. Yes, I know this sounds weird considering I read minds and, therefore, hear voices all the time, but this was so random and strange and I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I was just about to pounce on a mountain lion I had cornered when I heard:

What a sick, masochistic lion.

Why does that sound familiar? Oh, well. Back to the hunt. I attacked the animal and drained it until it was bone dry.

The fire! Someone stop the fire!

I sniffed the air for signs of smoke. Nothing. No fire, no signs of any humans nearby. Must be Emmett. Within seconds I found him perched on a boulder with his eyes closed, glittering in the sun. I stepped slowly into the light.

Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn't get used to it, though I'd been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday's hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded on the surface.

Doesn't sound like Emmett, but still...

"Emmett, did you hear something?"

Emmett laughed. "Yeah, I hear everything! Vampire, remember?"

I rolled my eyes. "I mean you didn't hear anything about a fire? Or think about it?"

Emmett's eyebrows furrowed. "No and no."

I scanned his thoughts, then regretted it. He was thinking of Rosalie, of course.

Rosalie and Emmett were the worst. It took a solid decade before I could stand to be within a five-mile radius of them.

Who is that? Emmett and I continued the hunting trip and drove home the next day in my Volvo.

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.

My hands tightened on the steering wheel, keeping in mind that it might snap any second.

But I saw his knuckles tighten convulsively on the wheel.

I groaned softly. Just a few more minutes and I can see my Bella. Maybe then this nightmare would end.

You're going to think about it tonight. When he thinks you're asleep, you'll be thinking about your options.

If I think about you tonight, it will be because I'm having a nightmare.