A/N: This is my first fanfic. If you need any references to characters, I have it in my profile. Thank you for reading! Don't be scared to review or give contructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight. Stephenie Meyer owns.
Have you ever had a bad dream? I mean the really scary ones that have you waking up in the middle of the night, and no matter how hard you try, never seem to leave your mind? Well, I have, and I can't seem to figure out why. So every night, I wake up and find myself soaked with sweat and gasping to catch my breath. They never stop. Never.
Why am I here? Oh, wait, this is another dream. I looked around and saw a field filled with flowers and wild things. I was clad in a tea length white Sunday dress. There were no shoes on my feet. Sun poked through the dark clouds, playing peek-a-boo with the earth. The grass swayed in the wind like it was dancing to music that I couldn't hear. I smiled as sunlight dappled my face and made me feel warm and pleasant. Pure bliss filled my soul, so much so that I spun around like I was a kid again with the world revolving around me.
Tall and old looking trees made a wall on the far side of the field. The set up felt like a protective force; the trees were trying to keep something out, or maybe keep me in.
Terror arose in me as I spun around more frantically then before trying to find a way out of this now scary place. I started to have tremors, each one more violent then the one before. I choked on air, and tried with no avail to get a grip on what was happening. Then…
Everything went blank. There was so much raw emotion and then nothing. Each sensation was wiped clean from my senses, like a white sheet was placed over my brain. I felt as if I was floating, or maybe falling. A soft voice like the jingles of bells called out in a foreign language "Venite a me, siete miei eternemente" "Come to me, you are mine forever". The words swirled in my mind then slowly faded away.
My senses returned. Only to my own surprise, they were so sharp that the figure in front of me stood out at an alarming rate. It was cloaked with heavy red velvet that shimmered in the overcastted sunlight. An arm slowly reached for me.
My mind told me that I was in all capability to scream until someone found me, another part of me felt that if I stopped what was going on, I would never again be able to come back. I had made my decision. I watched in pure curiosity as the cloak fell away to reveal a hand. It might have just been the sunlight or the angle, but I noticed a slight shimmer appear on its skin.
All too slowly I watched the hand reach for my face. The hand brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes, sending tremors up and down my body. A sharp sensation found its way into my brain. At first it was hard to distinguish as a normal feeling, but once I figured it out, I froze all over. Coldness ran throughout my veins making its way to my heart that pumped more coldness. I was afraid and scared and wanting someone to make me warm, to bring… life to what was now a numb nothingness.
I didn't notice I was crying until the same stone cold hand brushed the salty liquid streaming down my face. Before, its head was tilted so the hood of the cloak consumed its face. But now, I could see with a clear vision, two crimson eyes starring at me, looking with a desire that was too unbearable to reciprocate. With the desire, was also a deep sadness; one unlike any other I had known, and I had seen a lot in my lifetime.
Land soon gave way and the figure dissipated like smoke from a firework. I was sent tumbling to a sure end I would not see.