Bella POV

EDWARD.

This seemed to be a good explanation for my lack thereof thoughts as I gazed into the amber, teasing eyes of my vampire lover and he gazed back just as incredulous, adoring and utterly devoted. We are really married. I thought giddily. My pale fingers explored his soft bronze hair, gorgeous and messed. His pale complexion, alabaster and undeniably unflawed.

We lay, our bodies intertwined on the king-sized bed on our honeymoon, Isle Esme, which Carlisle and Esme had generously offered us to escape to. Just me and him on this small island. My stomach did little flips and I squeezed his hand. These thoughts brought a smile to my full lips, Edward grinned back at me obviously sharing the same thoughts although he assures me constantly the glitch in my brain is in effect and mine is the only thoughts he cannot hear.

Just me and my vampire honey. I felt wistful, not really believing the truth as it seemed unreal. A fantasy of some sort. In three short weeks, I will be a vampire, eighteen forever. Glorious Edward kissed my nose, smitten, "my wifey", he murmured before his eyes darkened a few shades with lust and he lifted me off the bed, warm body on cold as we kissed in a way that should be illegal.

Edward froze suddenly and I was sitting on the bed, alone. He stood in front of my protectively. I touched his arm, "Edward? What is it?" He ignored me, tense and staring ahead at something unseen. I shook his arm. "Shush Bella." He said harshly as he pushed my arm away and listened, not turning to look at me.

I froze too, not wanting to thaw out and let the hurt take over, my eyes filling up automatically thanks to my ridiculous control over my tear ducts. "Edward, I'm so sorry." The voice was so peculiar, kind but it sparked sudden fear in me. Why was this woman here? Why was she apologizing?

Instantly, I knew she was a vampire. I would have known even if I didn't look up. The voice was so beautiful and crisp and yet tainted with a tragic sadness that I felt the urge to comfort her dismissing the fact she's a stranger to me and a vampire. One plus one equals two, just as these facts usually equal danger.

Edward had turned to stone, not the usual illusion of fluid movements even when still, it was like he wasn't here with me in mind.
"Edward? I need you. Edward.." I touched his arm to no reaction. I stared at the woman, helpless.

She was tall with a long face and dark hair. Her eyes a crimson shade. Is she hungry? What has she done to Edward? Is she going to kill me? Probably. The woman had the obvious pallid complexion and enhanced beauty that's part of the package of becoming a vampire.

"I'm so sorry." She repeated, her eyes were shining with genuine regret. My voice came out shakily, "For what? .. What have you done to Edward?" I waited, waited for Edward to whisper in my ear to wake me up, then I would tell him my dream and he would reassure me he is right next to me and this was all a ridiculous dream. I wished that was the case.

Her voice as rough as her appearance, she replied, "This." Then she looked away. Suddenly I was surrounded by at least ten figures, faces hidden by cloaks. I assumed they were vampires, with the speed they had appeared. I gripped Edward's arm, a silent, frantic plea for him to thaw out and protect me. Protect himself.

I wasn't holding onto Edward now, I was moving in someone else's arms and I felt a scream build up in my throat before it fell off flat with a whimper and everything went black.