For those of you who like my story, Sweet Temptation, I hope you'll like this one. It's not as funny as the other, but I will still try to incorporate some humor. Please enjoy, and review when you're done reading.

Shout out to everyone in San Diego…

Thank you to Airborne Toxic Event…

ENJOY!

BPOV

We were finally there. I took a deep breath and looked around. I had never been on the top of a mountain before. The air was fresh, and I could see all the way out across the small town that was Forks, Washington. I heard Alice gasp next to me. My cousin loved the outdoors. I'm not such a huge fan – I prefer shopping and being indoors – but I still liked to see the city from up here. I was enjoying the great al fresco right now. I grinned. The grin soon fell off my face when I looked down. Down, down, down, down. We had to be at least 9,000 feet up, maybe more…I stumbled backwards, but caught myself on a two foot railing. I began feeling nauseous. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut.

Alice's shrill voice rang through the mountain top. "Oh! Of course! I would love to!" I opened my eyes and gripped the railing even tighter. When I was fairly positive that I wasn't going to fall over or throw up, I looked over to where Alice was standing. She was holding a digital camera. In front of her were two midgets – a couple – smiling and posing. Alice was taking their picture. I heard her giggle and say, "1…2…3…say cheese!" The couple smiled and the flash of the camera reflected off their sweaty faces. I took a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth. The couple thanked Alice for taking their picture, and then began descending the mountain. I hoped we would be doing the same soon.

In the center of where we were standing was a big rock. I stumbled over to it and held on for dear life. My eyes squeezed shut, again. When I opened them, the scene had completely changed.

My room. My sanctuary. I smiled. It seemed a lot cleaner than I had remembered it. I shrugged. One of my headphones was in my ear; the other was in my lap. I looked down. What was I wearing? I had on jeans…men's jeans. My eyes widened as I looked at myself in the mirror across from my bed. I was Bella Swan, but I didn't look like myself. I looked like my best friend…Jasper…

Screaming. Blood curdling, cover-your-ears screaming. It was coming from outside. I looked at my face in the mirror again. I – Jasper – was…smiling. His maniacal grin stretched from ear to ear, and I – he – began…laughing. From outside, I could hear, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" That was followed by more screaming. The screaming was cut off by wet, gurgling noises. Blood. "IT'S CALLED 100 UPSIDE-DOWN SHARP BOTTLE CAPS AND GLASS SHARDS…" This time I was the one yelling. Why would I be doing this to anyone? Why would Jasper be doing this to anyone?

The scene changed yet again.

I was in an unfamiliar room. On the right wall was a magnet board covered in pictures of random boys. They had hearts drawn all over them. I laughed a little to myself. On the left wall was a big closet with mirrors covering the sliding doors. My eyes scanned the room once again. I looked in the mirror, and saw that I was myself again. Thank God.

Outside of the room I heard Renee doing the laundry. I also heard something else, but I couldn't place what it was. I quietly got up off the bed, and peeked my head around the corner.

There was a baby sitting on the floor, playing with a teddy bear. Her soft, caramel curls bounced playfully around her face. Her head was facing the ground, but I could hear her hushed giggles. She was wearing a diaper and a small yellow shirt. I walked completely out of my room and knelt down to see her better.

Her little dimpled hands grabbed the teddy bear off the ground, squeezed it, and then threw it back on the ground again. She repeated this action multiple times. I began cooing soft, slight murmurs to her, waiting for her to turn her head towards me. I gently stroked her hair, and in a very horror-movie-like-fashion, her head snapped up. She glared into my eyes. I was so startled that I fell backwards a little bit. She gave me a very apologetic look as she made her way over to where I was sitting. I took the time to look at her. She had plump pink lips, and pink rosy cheeks. She had a very cut face, but it was her eyes that got me. They were…my eyes…Big and brown, with long, full lashes. I gawked.

When she reached me, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." Her voice was so beautiful. She pronounced the words with such grace and elegance that I couldn't help but gape at her. The words fluently flowed out of her mouth like it was the most ordinary thing for a toddler of her age to be speaking so perfectly. She spoke better than me! She grinned.

"W-w-what's your n-name?" I asked, stumbling over my words as I said them.

"Renesmee." She stated, matter-of-factly. My eyes opened even wider.

"W-well, it's very n-nice to m-meet you, Renesmee." She giggled a little at the way my voice faltered when I spoke.

"Follow me," she said.

I did. She led me down a dark hallway. I wasn't sure where we were going, but for some reason, I trusted Renesmee. I followed her all the way down the hall to the only door at this end, and I could see a sliver of light coming from underneath it.

I opened the door and looked around. It was the room from before, when I was Jasper. Nothing had changed.

I looked down at the carpet. There was a pool of blood at the foot of the bed. I followed it up. There, lying on the bed was a man I knew very well. His throat was slit open, and his eyes were rolled back in his head. I took a step towards him. Yes, I was certain of who this was.

Charlie.

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I awoke from my dream panting. I was covered in a layer of sweat; my right hand grasping the sheets and my left hand squeezing what I thought to be a pillow. I squeezed the pillow even harder, released it, and slammed my fist back down on it. That is one hard pillow.

"OW!" Jacob yelled as my fist came in contact with his rib cage. My head snapped up, and I got a sort of whiplash from the sudden movement. I fell backwards onto the bed, and the force of my fall shook the entire divan.

"What the hell was that for?" Jacob's warm breath was in my ear, and a shiver flittered down my body. I sighed.

"Sorry. I just had a bad dream. Don't worry about it." I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, holding it in for half a minute before releasing it. I felt the bed shake again, and when I opened my eyes, Jacob's face was inches from mine. His hands were on each side of my head, propping up his weight. He smirked before kissing me chastely on the lips, and jumping out of bed. I closed my eyes again, and tried to get more sleep. Just before I was taken away with the darkness of sleep, I heard the shower turn on.

I was asleep again, only this time there was no dream.

When I woke up, I found the house empty and eerily silent. Jacob left a note on the table,

Went to work. I'm not going to be back until about 3:00 am. Sorry. I love you.

I crumpled up the piece of paper, and threw it away as I made my way to the kitchen. What do I want for breakfast?

I decided on a cheese omelet, and a bowl of Coco Puffs. They turn the milk chocolaty! This wasn't the best combination for my breakfast, but whatever.

I crammed all of the food down my throat, grabbed my purse, and walked outside. The sun blinded me as I took a step through the door, so I walked back inside and quickly put on my Ray Bans. I walked back outside, and made my way over to my car. His name is PJ Sparkles. He's a rusty old red truck, and I love him with all of my heart. My dad, Charlie gave him to me back in high school.

Charlie. I thought about my dream from the night before.

I decided to call him.

"Ugh, Hello?" Charlie's gruff, sleepy voice answered the phone. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Hi, Dad. Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Well, Bells, yeah. Actually, you did…"

"Oh. Sorry…Well, I just wanted to check in on you. How are you?"

"…Tired…"

"Oh, I guess I could have figured that one out…" I scratched the back of my head. I heard Charlie yawn on the other side.

"Okay, well, why don't you go back to sleep, Dad. Sorry to wake you up."

"Thanks, Bella. I'll see you later. Bye."

Before I could say bye, I heard the tone coming from the other line. He hung up.

I sighed as I started the engine. PJ Sparkles sputtered to life. I let the sound soothe my nerves, and soon I was driving.

I was at a four-way stop when it happened.

Okay, this is a short chapter, I know. I'm probably going to write another one today, just to make up for what I didn't write here.

For those of you that are wondering, yes, that is a real dream that I have had.

Please READ AND REVIEW! It will make me almost as happy as a…well, I can't really think of anything. Just review. Thanks!

Love foeva,

Olie