Hey guys. Little ... erm, creepy thing that's been sitting on my desktop for a while. I wasn't sure if I should post it or not, saw a Nike ad, and decided to follow its brilliant advice. So, here it is. It's unbeta'd, so if you see any errors, please point them out and I'll fix them A.S.A.P.
Summary: When the lines between dreams and reality blur, Bella's life begins to resemble a nightmare.
Wordcount: ~300
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blaaaah... no ownage nor pwnage here... blah, blah, blah...
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INESCAPEABLE
"I've missed you, Bella." she says, as I enter the room.
She beckons to me, and I walk towards the couch, taking in every single detail of this strange sight. I haven't seen her in so long. He won't let me out of his sight, these days.
She reaches out with one graceful hand, reaches out for me, but I merely stand, and watch, and memorize. She waits. I've missed her patience, among other things.
"Is it really you?" I ask, voice and body trembling, not quite ready to believe or hope.
"Of course it's me, Bella," She says, but her smile that was so sweet a moment ago turns menacing, vicious. What she says next holds unspoken warning, "Who else would it be?"
And as she says this, she changes, her edges blur and become something else; her eyes narrow, hair changes from black to red-brown, small, delicate features lengthening, filling out. The soft lines of her body turning hard and masculine.
"No," I whisper, horror struck. "No! Make her come back! COME BACK!"
He stands up, straightens out his hunched body, and looks towards me. His eyes are red. Like an apple. Or nail polish. Or blood.
I yell: "GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Why Bella, you should know better than that by now. I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me that easily."
He grins, though it is less a grin than a bearing of his teeth. He begins to slink towards me. I scream –
"Bella, wake up. It's just a dream. It's gone now. All gone, you don't have to worry."
He holds me to his chest, whispering what would be comforting words in my ear.
I shiver, and mumble, "Not just a dream. 'S not gone. Not gone."
He rocks me back and forth, whispering, still trying to stop my shaking, but it won't help.
"Never gone."