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Edward or Emmett? Who's better?

Disclaimer: To my disappointment—seeing as how they are wonderful books-- do not own the Twilight saga. However, thanks to Stephanie Meyer and her dream that started it all, there are now four more great books and million of copies of them out there.

Dawn

Chapter one: My Living Nightmare

Bella's POV:

The thunder was enough to shatter any mere humans' eardrums. Apparently, the beautiful Cullens had not shown their true abilities before James had attacked me over three years ago. I stepped up to bat. Emmett grinned enthusiastically. "Hit it as hard as you can, love," Edward whispered in the outfield, already awaiting to fly the miles to catch the ball off the powerful blow I was building up. Emmett swung his arm back dramatically. The ball was too slow, curving inward, toward me. I jumped back, a little frightened, still adjusting to my unique powers. I could hear the air whizzing past the small baseball. Rosalie giggled menacingly behind me as the ball hit her glove with a tiny thud. Emmett jumped up and down.

"You got a strike!!" I grimaced as this comment slipped from his lips .

"It was a lucky shot, throw it harder next time!" I yelled.

"You were great," Edward said encouragingly, his velvet voice distracting me as the second ball hit Rosalie's glove. I narrowed my eyes and focused on the oncoming ball. I swung and there was a loud crack and the ball was gone, off into the nearby mountains. Then Edward was gone as well. I waited for ages, but he did not return to me. I fell to my knees and began to weep, lacking tears.

Gasping, I bolted straight up in my bed. I was in a cold sweat.

Feeling around the bed, I thought, 'That dream was so real'.

Edward rushed to my side, wrapping his strong arms around me. Throwing mine around his neck, I began to cry. He hugged me, and murmured into my ear, "What's wrong, my love?" I pressed my head against his chest, and he kissed my neck.

"It was so real." I mumbled in-between dry sobs.

"What was?"

"My dream." I looked up into his topaz eyes,"You had left."

His eyes went blank and he hesitated before his musical voice soothed me. "It's alright. I'm here. I will never leave you again."

"Again?" Oh, yeah...now I remember. "Never-mind."

His lips crashed on mine. My lips tingled. He did not pull away as he usually did. His kiss was full of passion. I was the one to reluctantly end it. I got out of bed, flipping the light-switch on, and dashed to the mirror. I was even paler than usual. I looked different, older. My cheekbones were higher and my eyes were darker. They were close...to crimson. I shivered and swirled around.

"Was it a dream or a revelation? It felt so much like a dream." My voice was higher, too.

"It was real." He darted to me and wrapped his cold arms around my waist.

"But I..." I stopped, then it all came flooding back to me. The fire, the burn, our first kiss afterwards, my first hunt, the baseball game." I remember it all now. "Why did you not come back?"

"I ran into some trouble. A rouge was hunting in our territory. He didn't like our diet. He was following your father. Charlie's fine, though." He added as panic rose in my expression.

"Who...?" I began. Edward tucked a strand of loose hair from my face.

"I do not know. But don't worry, he shouldn't be back," he comforted me.

I had a gut feeling that he wasn't entirely confident in his answer. "What did you do?" I asked.

"I took action." He looked past my face. "I told him that if he ever came near Washington or us again, he would face the wrath of a newborn vampire." He chuckled, leading me back to the bed.

I smiled, all worries gone. Resting my head against his chest, I listened for his heart, but could only hear his steady breathing. The rise and fall of his chest was somewhat hypnotic. He bent his head down to kiss my neck again. He ran his lips up to the space directly under my ear. His breathing stopped abruptly and I was alarmed. Pulling away, I saw that he was looking out of the window, into the night sky. The moonlight that poured in through it cast a shadow across his perfect face.

"What is it?" I was getting anxious and worried now. I listened carefully. There was a distinct rustling sound.

He looked down at me now, his face full of worry. "We have to go," he whispered, loud enough for only me to hear.

"What is it?" I whispered again. Edward hopped off the bed and grabbed my hand, pulling me off it as well. There was a loud growling sound outside. "Edward."

"It's a...wolf."

"Sam's pack?"

"No." The words hit me like a ton of bricks—or now, like a bus...or two.

AN: I hope you liked it! Ha, ha. I'm sorry I left you hanging. I know this chapter's really short, but the next one will be longer. Please review; it will encourage me to update it faster. Click on the shiny button below—which, as of now, I am naming George—if you wish to review. *George waves.* If you have any suggestions for the next chapter, feel free to let me know. I'd love to hear from you.

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