Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.
Prologue
We stand facing each other.
Her face mirrors mine, but its not the same.
Her features are more drawn, as if she hasn't eaten in a while. My features are soft.
She turns her head, her eyes never leaving mine, towards the edge of the moor.
I follow her movement and look towards the blaze. People are screaming around it, pulling what looks like two children and a woman from the crash.
She turns toward me again, reaching out her hand as if to take my own.
"We are the same." I can barely hear her over the roar of the fire. I sweep my head back towards her, she's gone.
Instead a man is there.
I have seen him before, I can never see his face, but i know its him by his shadow.
He's telling me something, I can never hear his words.
I step forward, towards his ghostly figure and for the first time I can hear him.
"I know who you are and I'm coming for you."
My eyes snap open, I take note that I'm still in my room back at home.
When will this nightmare end!
I throw myself back, grabbing a pillow for over my face and drift back to sleep.