Hi everyone .

This is my first fanfic so yea, I don't expect it to be the best and be all like 'Oh lookie me I gots a story' –hehe that rhymed- so feel free to leave any ideas or constructive criticism. It takes place post-new moon; same couples, same villain, and all that good stuff, just in my version of how everything happens and my own plot line. MUAH. Stephy's still Kick-A though. Read, review, and enjoy! ;)

Disclaimer - I own nothing in Twilight, except for future characters and their powers in my story. DunDunDun. I made up the guy Jon Le'Tware, so if he's a real person, I don't own him either. Or do I? muhahaha. ;D

Two weeks after Volterra, Edward and Bella's relationship has returned to normal. Bur is everything really ok? When Bella's dreams start to take a violent and disturbing turn, the clock on her life begins to tick to its end, with the only clue being that the dreams are linked to Victoria. What has become of Victoria? How has Jake taken to the Cullens' return? Will Bella be too late to save not only her own life, but possibly her loved ones' as well?

Future chapters have content that are rated M for violence, launguage, and sexual content. Warnings will be posted on top of these chapters for younger readers. Thank you and enjoy! xD

-Chapter 1: Reunion

Bella's Point of View

Cool air enveloped me as I freed myself from the shower-steamed bathroom, raising small goosebumps on my skin. The heat relaxed my muscles and tension, but did nothing to stir my mind from thinking of Edward and missing him. I only hoped that he was home from his hunting trip and was waiting for me.

To my disappointment, he wasn't waiting for me in my room. I sighed and grabbed my new brush that Alice had given me before putting away the rest of my toiletries. Dressing quickly in a simple tank top and sweatpants pajama combo, I opened my window and welcomed the crisp breeze. I rested my back against one side of the windowsill before brushing through my hair, huffing impatiently.

I shifted my thoughts to the brush as I focused on brushing through my hair instead of waiting and letting my impatience get to me. It was some French brush that some French guy made, and knowing Alice, it probably included the unreasonable French price tags along with everything else that she had given me. It was ridiculous really, but she insisted that the guy who designed the brush was a 'brilliant genius' and that the brush was essential for my hair.

"Alice, it looks just like any other old brush! Why did you throw away my old one?!" Rosalie snickered as Alice gazed at me as if I was mentally impaired.

"Bella, Jon Le'Tware designed this brush specifically for your hair! The bristles in your old brush were too coarse and ruffled your hair in the most unflattering way; this brush caresses hair instead of simply ripping through it. And since you show no concern over split ends and such, the brush will worry about that for you . . ."

I tuned out of her scolding almost immediately, nodding and 'M-hm' ing at appropriate intervals, then turned my gaze elsewhere as she turned to Rosalie and they began nodding in agreement to each other. I had been worrying about Jake down at La Push when Alice awoke me from my daze by throwing the hairbrush harshly at my head—she probably threw it in a manner that she considered soft, but there was definitely going to be a bump there that Edward would freak out over in the not-to-distant future. Rosalie just snickered again as I glared at Alice, who made sure she kept my attention during her lecture.

I chuckled fondly at the memory of my best friend, but winced slightly as I accidentally nudged the small bump that was still on the impact sight. The breeze began to shift as the brush flowed more easily through my hair, sweeping scents of rain and moist foliage around me.

I sighed as another feeling of longing swept over me along with the breeze. The trees shuffled silently, but from the wind, not from a certain someone leaping through them to me.

Edward.

Scanning the forest edge for him did not calm my nerves, and neither did the sounds of Charlie's rhythmic snoring in his room. The brush flowed through my hair less quickly as I slowly succumbed to my own drowsiness.

A slightly stronger gust of wind swept into me, but it surprised me when cool arms wrapped around my waist as I was tugged gently off my sitting position on the window sill. He rested his chin on my shoulder as he pulled me closer into him, inhaling my scent deeply.

"Hello love," Edward's velvet voice whispered breezily into my ear, tickling me with his cool breath. I inhaled his own scent deeply, savoring our reunion, though it had only been a few hours earlier that I saw him. Sighing in content, I leaned my cheek onto his as I snuggled into his embrace. He angled his face downward slightly as his nose skimmed my jay and neck before kissing the side of my forehead softly.

"You're late," I mumbled quietly in his ear, pout evident in my tone. He chuckled and nuzzled my cheek and neck. I could hear the smile in his voice as his spoke.

"Emmett got carried away with his food again, so I had to give him a reminder of his manners." He gaze me a light squeeze and took in another breath before continuing. "Your scent is stronger when you brush your hair. I was in a bit of a daze on my way here; I caught your scent in the wind. You could say your scent ambushed me, and I felt rather drunk on my way here. I admit, I did arrive a bit earlier, but I was watching you brush your hair. You were smiling, but then you looked a little sad."

I closed my eyes before I turned around in his arms, throwing the brush onto my bed before I looked at him. I knew that his eyes would only 'dazzle' me and lead me to dropping the brush on my toe, and I didn't want to spend the rest of the night with Edward smirking and making sarcastic comments on my grace every other second. I opened my eyes and looked into his, feeling the smile spread slowly on my face.

His eyes were a shining liquid gold from the success of his recent hunting trip. He smiled warmly at me before leaning down to kiss me softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, entwining my fingers into his hair to deepen the kiss. He smiled around my lips after a few seconds and pulled away.

"Miss me?" I grumbled at him and snuggled into his chest, earning a chuckle in response. "I take it that I am forgiven Bella?" I looked at him and gave him the most authentic scowl I could muster. He simply chuckled again before kissing my hair. I laughed with him before yawning.

"Bedtime for the human?" I scowled at him again before yawning.

"You ran late, so I had to stay up and wait for you." I looked back up at him when he didn't answer me. His eyes were soft and full of love. He kissed me again this time, but his lips were more eager. He pulled away, again too soon, before resting his forehead on mine and gazed into my eyes.

"You love me more than I am worth." I snorted and kissed him, but I was the one to pull away as I began to yawn again. I suddenly found myself in his arms, then under the sheets on my bed. He was lying next to me and tucked me in before smiling at me again. "So, am I forgiven?" I just closed my eyes and snuggled into his chest before answering him.

"Quiet now, the human is trying to sleep." He chuckled again before wrapping his arms around me and began humming my lullaby. I was under before he was even finished with the first verse.

I know nothing interesting's happened yet, but I'll update soon. The suspence will begin soon, DaDUN! ;O

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