After having read Alphie's wonderful fic, "the lion and the lamb", I was inspired to write my own. I decided to start writing the beginning of New Moon from Edward's point of view. I thought it would be very interesting to explore exactly what was going through his mind those first few chapters. I don't know if I'll do the rest of New Moon from his POV, because he wasn't with Bella for most of it, and let's face it, the best parts are when they are together.
All of the characters belong solely to Stephenie Meyer, as well as most of the dialogue. I do not take credit for these.
Have you ever had a strange dream, and then woke up and found that something that was really happening had put itself in your dream (like music, or people talking around you, etc.)? Well, I decided that maybe some of Bella's dream from the first chapter of New Moon really were happening. This section is only that dream sequence from Edward's POV, so it's really short. Please read and review if you like it...or even if you don't like it.
I sat in the aged, wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room and watched Bella's slow breaths flow in and out, her chest rising and falling in a steady rythm. Charlie trudged up the staircase, and I slid the closet door closed just in time to hear him quietly open the bedroom door to check on his daughter. As the tires of the cruiser pulled out of the drive, I stepped toward the window, about to head home. Suddenly, I heard Bella's voice and paused.
"Gran?" she said in bewilderment. I stood very still, listening intently; it was unusual for Bella to be dreaming at this time of the morning. Usually she talked early in the night, and then fell into a deep, dreamless sleep sometime after about three in the morning.
The faint smile on her lips faded, and she became very restless, turning over and mumbling. "No, Edward, go back. Hide Edward!" I was instantly anxious at the troubled tone in her voice. In an attempt to calm her, I gently lie down beside her and wrapped my arm around her waist. In a moment her pulse slowed, and I glanced at the green numbers on her alarm clock; she would be waking soon, and I needed to get ready for school. Moving very carefully so as not to disturb her, I slid her arm, which had instinctively twined around me, off my own waist and slipped silently out the window.
I raced homeward--I had stayed at Bella's house a bit longer than I usually did--thankful that I wasn't meant to pick her up today;she would have been dissapointed if I had been late. In my room I found a fresh shirt to change into, and turned on my stereo system, relaxing into the black sofa while the enchanting sounds of a piano and violin floated through the room.
A light tap came at my door, and Alice poked her dainty, elf-like face in. "Are you ready to go?" As we walked out to the volvo, I enjoyed the quiet. Life had become much more peaceful since the others had left; for one there was much less arguing, not so much debate on the Bella issue, and I no longer had to put up with Rosalie's attitude all the time. I glanced down at Alice, and noticed she was carrying a tiny silver package.
"Bella will not be pleased," I mumbled.
"Oh, why shouldn't she be; you don't think she actually meant what she said about not wanting any presents on her birthday?"
"Well, the party you have planned for tonight is already going to put her into a coniption, you don't need to get her all riled up first thing in the morning." I looked at her pointedly. "She was having a nightmare or something this morning, so she's already going to be stressed out."
Alice continued stubbornly, "Then a gift is the perfect way to cheer her up." I just rolled my eyes and started the car, speeding down the long driveway toward Forks High School.