Mid Summary

After hearing voices and having weird dreams, a transformation has overcome Bella, she now possesses two souls in one body. Who is this intruder? They both love Edward, but one desires to kill him. It is the intruders mission to execute this plan. But why? Edward cannot see, hear or sense this form of supernatural. Will Bella's love for Edward ovecome this intense obstacle? Or will the 'intruder' dominate Bellas entire body and end Edwards life? She is working on a limited amount of time, before all goes wrong for everyone that Bella loves. Who will prevail?

-Disclaimer- All rights and characters and everything that clearly isnt mines, are all Stephenie Meyer, rights reserved to her. No sueing kay?? Some original characters.-

Chapter 1

I've been having these weird thoughts lately…

More like dreams than thoughts to me….

Are they real…

Or not…?

It's the same reoccurring dream… over and over…

Its pulling me… making me think it's real, like it actually happened before I went to bed… But that couldn't be possible, right? What did I do before I fell asleep…?

I can't save you...

I slapped the alarm clock 'Snooze' button to bring the disturbing screeching noise to a halt. 10:46 AM, SATURDAY the clock read. I turned around and looked out the window. It was already bright and shining outside, clearly hinting that the day started without me. The room door started to squeak as it creaked open. It was Charlie, I had forgotten that he was going to be going to work an hour later than usual. I also had forgotten to prepare breakfast.

"Morning Bells," Dad said with a weak smile.

"Morning Dad," I said looking very tired, to emphasize my overslept morning. "Sorry I forgot to cook breakfast, I slept in, unexpectedly," I said starting up my excuse of the morning. "I-I, didn't realize it was so late Dad, I'm –"

"It's alright Bella," Charlie said, hinting that I didn't need to continue anymore. "I just grabbed some cereal. I was just about to leave anyway, just thought I'd come check on you before I left, actually I tried to before but the door was locked. You never usually lock your door Bells, what's up?" He said stepping cautiously through the door itself, coming a little closer to the edge of my bed.

"The door was locked?" I asked curiously. He didn't seem to believe me.

"Yes Bella, of course it was, who else could have locked it?"

Well there were a few possibilities there. But I definitely was not about to tell him about that theory. "Dad, I didn't –" I started up again.

"Bella it's alright," He said exhaling heavily; he was clearly getting tired of my excuses. What was wrong with me? "It must be a girl thing. I just came in here to turn off the alarm clock; it's been going off since seven o'clock. It was giving me a headache," That's why he seemed so stressed, I thought to myself, suddenly noticing the rapidly reoccurring dark circles under his eyes.

"It's been doing that since Tuesday." He said quickly; as if I was suppose to know.

"Sorry Dad…" I trailed off, thinking of the possible causes as to why my door would truly be locked.

"It's okay," He said throwing another weak, tired smile. "I'll see you later, I guess. And Bells, try and clean up a little, the room looks… well… like a tornado hit this place, and the window seems to be locked, so, it kind of smells in here too." He said half-frowning.

Charlie slowly closed the door back again, causing it to creak once more. I slumped in bed thinking of why the door and the window was locked. As soon as I thought about what Charlie said, I raised up a little to see the mess Charlie was talking about. Whoa, I thought. It really did look like a tornado hit. Clothes were everywhere, even dirty underwear. I really hope Charlie didn't see those. And the closet door was wide open, as if I deliberately went in there and had a fit and threw every single piece of garment out. I sighed, I was going to have a lot to do when I came back home. The least I could do, I thought, is open the window, it really does smell rank in here.

I tiredly got out of bed and ineptly walked to the window. I put my hands at the bottom of the frame and prepared to open it. I pulled. And pulled, and pulled. There was no use. This window seemed to be bolted shut. I looked at my fingers, they were burning red. I stood back and studied the window, trying to figure out why it couldn't open. No lock… No hot glue marks… No chains… That's when I realized I noticed something unfamiliar. Five long engraved streaks on the window, as if someone dug their long sharp nails into it. Oh my gosh, where did that come from? Who did that come from? A hundred questions streaming through my head. This really weird. I traced my finger over the marks and shockingly, I felt rugged edges to my finger tips. It seemed as if the scratch marks were coming from inside the house instead of out, as if there was a struggle right inside my very room. The questions continued to explode.

Suddenly a loud screeching like noise broke my train of thought. I jumped. It turned out to be the phone was ringing. Maybe it's Charlie, I thought. Maybe he left his lunch on the counter and is waiting for it outside in his cruiser. I hastily jolted for the door to my room to answer the phone before it stopped ringing. I swung open the door, and to my surprise, a tall dark figure stood at its frame, holding the phone that rang. I yelped at a low tone, almost choking on my own breathe. He does that to me every time. He stood coolly, at the entrance of my bedroom door, slightly leaning on the frame, with his right arm helping him keep his balance. Edward, I thought. Edward Cullen. At first, I wanted to get the phone from him, so I tried to snatch it from his hand. Of course he was always ten times faster and swifter than me, so I never had a chance. He smiled his crooked smile, the smile that I'd die a thousand deaths for and said "It's just me,"

I stood back, then realized what that his soft lips had just said a word. "Oh," was all that came out.

I suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment run through my face. It turned bright red. I cleverly slid my hand to the door and started to close the door, pushing Edward back into the hallway. I smiled crookedly, hoping he wouldn't catch on.

"What are you doing, Bella?" He said, while I tried to push him out the doorway. It was no use, he didn't budge. "I see the mess already," He said staring at the barely-seeable floor.

"Heh…" I chuckle an embarrassed chuckle, almost frowning. "I swear I have not the slightest clue as to how my room ended up like this…I don't remember doing this…" I said turning around to take a seat on my bed. Within a brief second, he was already sitting on the edge of my bed, adjusting the cordless house phone to its base.

"You've got to stop doing that," I said annoyed "That doesn't even belong there, it's for downstairs." I took a step to reach for the phone and relocate it.

"I found it outside," Edward said half laughing."Is that where you humans keep the phone on occasions?"

Outside? I thought. Why would my phone for my room be outside? "The phone outside the house, the door being locked... the window not opening," I said under my breath skeptically. "That's weird… It's like someone didn't want -" I cut myself off. "The window! Edward! Take a look at this," I exclaimed grabbing his arm and pulling him to the window.

"Take a look at these scratches, Edward, they seem so familiar" I started to inspect the window; looking in the same spot I had seen the marks in last time, nearly ten minutes ago.

"What scratches?" He asked confused. Trying to look in the same place I was.

"Edward, there right-" Gone. I said in my mind. They weren't there anymore. My face twisted, looking confused. It was as if one big question mark was written on my forehead.

"What's the matter Bella, what scratches are you talking about? I see none..." He began.

"They were here… just a minute ago, they looked like… like, werewolves markings. And they were inward, Edward, as if someone was in my room struggling to come out… they seem so familiar, I don't know…" I trailed off, trying to come to a verdict on my own.

"Maybe it was just a dream, Bells," He said tugging my arm, for me to turn around and look at him. I did turn around and stared into his eyes. I looked away, and hoped he didn't think I was losing it. "Maybe, maybe it was just a dream," I said, remembering the thoughts that kept keeping me up at night.

He smiled, "So, I thought we had a date this morning? You stood me up," he said playing. "Let's go, I'm pretty sure you're hungry, after that rant and rave you had going on here." Edward smirked looking around my room.

"Yeah… I guess," I said, feeling my stomach. It growled twice. I didn't realize how hungry I really was. "Let me wash up first, It'll only be a second," I said whisking off to get my toiletries, and went to the bathroom into the hallway. Who would have known that that would have been when They came…

Sorry first chap, is kinda slow. Read second chapter. Gets goooooooood!!