Hi guys! I know you probably want me to be working on my other stories, but I had this really amazing dream the other night, which then lead to the creation of this story! You'll understand what I'm going on about by the end of this chapter...

Anyhoo... Nobody likes a long intro so on with the story!


My heart is pounding in my chest as I quickly scan over the many letters, I'm probably missing valuable information, but I need to find out what happens! 'Alice, Bella! Run Faster!' I mentally curse. I know already that they get there in time to save Edward, but still! 'C'mon, c'mon-'

"Danielle Taylor Rose," My dad roars, clearly using the full name card, "What are you doing? Do you think it's funny, intelligent or impressive to burn our dinner?" I quickly glance at the charred Cottage Pie and wince. "Why can't you just stay put in the real world for less than half an hour? What is the trash anyway?" He picks up my copy of New Moon and sneers at it.

"No- Dad please! I promise I'll never do it again, I just have to read that. Please let me have it-"

"Too right you'll never burn anything ever again, Danielle, you're nearly sixteen, you need to grow up and face reality, this just isn't good enough." He walks over to the highest shelf in the kitchen, shoves the book there and leaves, scowling.

Ughh! God darn being tiny! At 5''1 and 95 pounds, I am positively a midget. And of course my dad uses that to his advantage. I mean; the highest shelf! Seriously?

My younger brother, Jack, who at 12 years old, is of course taller than me, walks into the room.

"Danieee," He knows I HATE the name Danny. "Dad says you have to ring the chinese-" I groan loudly. "Well, it is your fault! You burnt our dinner!" He accuses, but I can tell he's glad, he hates Cottage Pie.

I flick through the drawer full of pamphlets and leaflets until I find a decent looking restaurant. I dial the number nervously, I hate talking to people on the phone.

"Hello, San Tung Chinese restaurant."

"Er, urmm, hi?" I squeak.

"What would you like to order?" Dang it, how could I forget to ask what they wanted to eat?

"Ermm, I'll just be a mi- second." I didn't want them to hang-up on me.

"Daaad!" I call over my shoulder, "What do you want?"

*~ Five Hours Later~*

I'm tossing and turning in bed, trying to get to sleep, a nearly impossible task. I glance at the clock;

12:36 AM.

Ughh...

I can't get my mind off New Moon, sad as that may be. Even though I've read the book, literally, hundreds of times, there's something putting my mind on edge.

After another half an hour, I slowly drift into sleep...

I'm in a city, it's really bright, blinding almost. I scan around, knowing I must be searching for something. That's when something catches my eye.

It's a red scarf, floating in the gentle breeze. This tugs at a memory, but what? I follow the stone path around a corner and bite my lip to stop a gasp.

The streets are crowded with people, all dressed in red. I know for certain where I am now. But upon discovering my where-a-bouts, I realize the purpose of the scene I'm in.

Edward. Bella. Volterra. Volturi. Crap!

I sprint forward with a sudden lurch, as you do in dreams. I know my objection, but is it right? Isn't Bella supposed to save Edward?

But it's too late now, I can see him now, how could I ever let something as beautiful, flawless as that die?

Through his beauty, I can see his evident pain. His expression is heart-breaking. I force myself to run faster.

"Edwaarrd!" I scream, not even thinking about how strange I would seem to him; random girl who happens to know his families' secret and all about the situation he's in, screaming at him to save his 'worthless-without-Bella' life? Yeah... Strange.

Regardless, he looks up through blank, un-seeing eyes. And takes his first step into the sun.

"Edwaaardd!" I hear another scream from somewhere behind me, and then I'm almost drenched by a tonne of water; surely this has to be Bella. Thank god!

But then it all goes wrong. A tall, tanned man is standing right between the fountain and Edward. In Bella's hurranic path.

"MOVE!" I scream at him, but he doesn't seem to notice.

The next thing happened in slow-motion, like someone had pressed a button or something.

Bella, whose eyes were on Edward and totally blanking out the 'hard-to-miss' man in front of her went crashing into the guy and they both crumple to the floor. Meanwhile, still in slow-motion, Edward took his final step into the sun, and a family of four, looked up at the sparkling beauty in front of them.

"Nooo!" I wake up screaming. I just watched Edward Cullen, my fictional crush, die. What a traumatizing way to start a Monday morning. Out of routine, I glance at my digital clock.

7:45 AM.

Crap!