I stood there, watching as they closed in, heading straight towards me – towards us. The creatures in their dark, hooded cloaks with hidden faces. Their throatily growls building with every inch gained in my – in our direction. I looked at another cloaked figure. A stranger to me and yet I knew them, knew him. Their face, too, was hidden yet I could feel in my heart that it was a he, that he was a friend. The stranger looked in my direction, then at them. They were frighteningly close to us now – to him. The stranger friend was a few feet from me and our advancers were clearly more interested in him than me. This should have calmed me, but infact, did the opposite. My heart was racing, my palms sweating, my eyes tearing. Their forms crouched, poised to lunge at him. Everything turned into slow motion. They tensed, ready to release themselves and spring. 'NO!' I screamed and dove in front of the stranger.

My eyes shot open. Led in my bed I was panting and covered in sweat. This was getting ridiculous. Stupid nightmare! Why wouldn't it leave me alone? It should have stopped by now. It had been two months since my move to Forks to live with my dad, Charlie. On my fourth day here, the dreams started. I didn't know the trigger. All that I had done since I'd moved to this little known, small town was start school. The dreams were always the same… Some stranger in danger I was compelled to protect. Why? Who was he? I sighed, regaining my natural breathing pattern and control of my erratic heart beat. A glance at the clock on my bedside table told me it was ok to get up. It had gone six so Charlie would assume I was getting ready for school – no questions. This encouraged me to flex the muscles in my arms and legs, pull the duvet off me, collect together some clothes for the day and head to the only bathroom in the house.

I stood under the running water remembering my first week here. Charlie was so pleased to have me here, though would never admit to it. It had been to long since he had seen me, and then, here I was, bags packed and ready to move back into my old room. Remembering his expression bought a smile to my face even now. 'Chalire' I sighed and shook my head. A few days later, I had the first of my nightmares. I hadn't bothered to check the clock, just wanting to get rid of the sweat. Heading back towards my room after a shower, Charlie had stopped me. 'Bells?'

'Yeah Cha… I mean Dad. It's me sorry to wake you. What time is it?'

'Nearly three in the morning. Why you up and showered? You ok?'

'Yeah Dad, I'm fine. Just got hot and needed to shower is all. Sorry.'

'S'ok Bells. As long as you're ok. I'll see you in the morning… Or later I guess'. He shuffled back to his room. One good thing about Charlie, he doesn't pry. The shower was heating up now; I didn't want the warmth, so turned the cold facet up. After I decided it wasn't doing anything but giving me goose bumps, I got out, dried myself and got dressed. I looked in the mirror, my brown eyes stared back at my under a tangled brown mess that was my hair. Sighing as I realised the times I had seen this image in the last few weeks once again increased by one, I grabbed my brush and pulled through the knots. My hair looked better – marginally but I couldn't be bothered to do more with it. Besides, it was raining – again – so no point in investing time in something that was going to get destroyed. I tiptoed down the stairs, trying not to wake Charlie, and hunted down breakfast. Cereal would do, something quick and simple. Friday I thought and smiled. I could hear Charlie groan as he woke. The floor boards protested underneath him as he moved around to get dressed. He came into the kitchen and sat down. 'Morning Bells. Can I get some of that?'. I smiled and passed him a bowl, emptied the remainder of the cereal into it and added milk. 'Thanks' a smiling Charlie said to me

'Don't worry about it Char… I mean dad. I'm going, I'll see you later'

'It's only just half seven Bells'. Aw crap… I couldn't stay there.

'I know dad, but I got to, err, get there early to ask my biology teacher something. Home work stuff you know?' WHAT? That was the WORST excuse ever! Thankfully, Charlie didn't really care and just wished me a good day. I ran from the house into my truck, fired up the engine and headed in the schools direction.