This is my first attempt at a fan fic…so I hope its not horrible. Its sort of a continuation of New Moon. Constructive criticism is good, praise is great J (Just Joking) Ummm thoughts will be in italic…although I don't think their will be any because its looks like its going to be third person limited…but I'm not sure. So R&R and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of Stephanie Meyers characters…although I wish I owned this god like creature that was a mixture of Edward and Jacob…yummy anyway I do own this plot and if you steal it I will find out glares
Bella jolted awake painfully sweat soaking her skin and hair. She gasped clutching at her sheets, searching desperately for the feeling of cool granite beneath her hand. A cry stuck in her throat as she searched wildly around her, her fingers grasping only air. Then he was there. Of course he was, he had been there all along. She took a deep breath and air rushed into the lungs that she temporarily forgot to use.
"Edward," she breathed a smile slowly spreading across her tear stained face. He bent over her, worry swimming in his topaz eyes.
"Bella are you alright," he whispered gently stoking her wet hair. She nodded her throat tight and dry.
"It was that dream again," she rasped and Edward nodded thoughtfully. She often regaled him with the stories of her dreams and Edward always listened fascinated. She supposed it was because he couldn't dream, but quite often her delusions where boring and confusing and she didn't always understand what he found so interesting. This dream, however was different, it was terrifying. It happened been happening for two months now and it made her cringe just to think about it.
Edward slid under the covers wrapping his cool limbs around her trembling body. He whispered soothing words into her hair, holding her tightly against his chest. Bella relaxed slightly and immediately her heart began to slow.
"It was weird," she whispered suddenly " I mean, the dream was the same as always and yet it felt worse before, more painful and I can't quite figure out why."
He smiled down at her as he continued to stroke her hair. "Shhh it's over now," he soothed " don't worry, I'm here and I always will be, I've got a promise to keep remember?" She smiled at his words nodding sleepily into his chest, she already began to doze back off, the weeks of fitful sleep taking their toll.
"Oh no you don't Isabella Swan we've got school today and I'll be damned if you miss this close to graduation." He laughed at the irony of his words, a deep rumbling that echoed through his chest and shook her to the bone. She groaned as he nudged her off the bed, pushing her towards the bathroom. "Go take you shower, I'll see you at school." He said, pressing his lips swiftly to her forehead before leaping from the window.
School was hell for Bella, during English her head swam and if it weren't for Edward she would have fallen asleep in her pudding during lunch. She didn't think about the dream all day, to exhausted to give it a thought. She trudged from class to class the only thing keeping her awake and functional being the cool hand that remained pressed in hers for the rest of the day. Finally the last bell rang and she sighed with relief as she made her way to her truck.
"I'll see you after work," Edward whispered into her ear, sending delicious chills up her spine. Bella smiled weakly, inwardly screaming with exhaustion. She climbed into her truck casting one last look over her shoulder at his sculpted body. She smiled to herself, basking in the fact that he was hers and hers alone. Her smile slowly began to waver as memories of the dream began to once gain seep into her thoughts. "What could it mean," she thought desperately to herself, "Is this a vision of the future? Am I channeling Alice?" The thought terrified her. How would she ever live without Edward, especially after witnessing his death? She shivered and another thought entered her mind and she began to ponder why this dream was different, why it was more terrifying than it had ever been before. She had always witnessed the Cullen's deaths, always in the same order and the same way, nothing had changed.
She chewed on her lip as she pulled into Newtons the thought weighing down on her as she worked. Finally her shift ended and she sent Mike a tired and distracted smile as she made her way out of the door. She slowly walked to her truck and was completely startled when she heard a loud chorus of laughter coming from near by. She looked up only to see Sam, Jacob and the rest of the pack making their way down the street and she let out a frustrated sigh. "Of course I haven't taken care of the Jacob problem yet," she thought sadly as the gang passed shooting her lethal glares. She sighed again, angrily this time, baffled by how stupid the whole mess truly was. She slammed the door to her truck and drove away furiously, her mind muddled with thoughts. It wasn't until Bella was halfway home that she slammed on her brakes, realization and fear crossing her heart shaped face. "His laugh," she thought desperately her mind reeling and her throat filling with bile. The mans laugh as she fell into darkness had always been strange, broken and surreal, but last night it had been different, more profound. Last night it had sounded clear and loud. It had been frightening and merciless and it had been almost…wolfish.
