I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse. They and their respective characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer and her creative mind.

I, however, am borrowing the characters and the events transpired to write this fictional tale.

Beginning of Eternity

Chapter 1

Bella's POV

Waking up was weird. I felt like I'd just woken from some terrible nightmare. Faces and images whipped in front of my eyes blurrily. A tall boy with russet skin and raven hair, he was smiling sadly. Running, whipping past a forest on the back of a stranger, flying was not as so terrifying. Blood...blood was running down my arms. A pair of black eyes looked down on me. That gaze was frighteningly beautiful and comforting.

I rolled over groggily, wincing at the movements. I looked up at the wall-sized window. It was slid partially open, but I couldn't feel a breeze even though the trees were proof of a strong wind. The sun was crashing in and I caught sight of crystal reflections dancing on the walls. I couldn't feel the heat, though surely it was supposed to warm me.

I felt hungry and parched. I slid out of the bed, fluidly, as though dancing, though I didn't notice. With my eyes half-open, I drank from the bathroom faucet greedily. It didn't help! I pulled a towel from the cabinet and wiped my face with it. For the first time, I glanced into the mirror. I couldn't remember, but had my hair always been that smooth? Did I really have crimson in my eyes? I never needed make-up, but did my skin always seem so perfect, so flawless?

A sense of dread washed over me. I felt very insecure and very vulnerable. Something was wrong.

I heard footsteps outside of the bathroom door. I flung it open to reveal no one. I further crept to my bedroom door and also opened it, finding no one lurking about. I slinked my way downstairs into an unknown house. Everything was so foreign to me.

"W-who are you?" I stammered finding a small pixie-like girl in the kitchen. She was pouring something into a cup; something red...

The smell coming from the cup now was overwhelmingly sensuous. It was the most erotic scent I had ever smelled. Not at all like a wet wine on a lazy day or like crisp water on a warm sunset. It was a scent to tear me from all else. I did not remember tearing the glass from her hands. Nor did I remember drinking it. I gluttoned in it.

The pixie was screaming, but there I was, that honey of liquid running down my chin. I was crouched over the glass, nearly ready to eat the cup just to get the remaining drops. What was this stuff?! Surely nothing else I had ever had before had tasted so tantalizing. A boy came downstairs; he had blonde-white hair. I growled and snarled when he approached me. He growled back.

He was touching my mind.

Now I had lost it, touching my mind? He did though. I felt him bump against my conscience and make me relax. I had begun to feel very exhausted, worn out. I felt another approach now. He knelt in front of me and grabbed my face. I saw his eyes. They were supposed to be black, but they were...gold? How did I know they should be black? Why did this all seem so familiar?

My mind opened up. Memories and images flooded past. I gasped and cried out, holding my head.

Jumping off of a cliff, I fell, fell, fell...School, work, play. Charlie, Renee, Phil...Jake.

Jake and I were riding motorcycles. Charlie and I were eating dinner. Cafeteria at school, Jess and Lauren were telling me all about him. There he was staring at me…

Edward.

His body and mine: I was slick with sweat and other fluids. Even though I was radiating so much heat, he stayed cold. He kissed my neck as we continued together in harmony.

Edward…

I shivered, despite I was not cold. I was back to the here and now. Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Edward…I fell against him and retreated inside myself. I did not respond.

Edward's POV

She had blood running down her chin and neck, staining a trail under her shirt. She closed her eyes and after opening them, she slumped against me. I could not disturb her. Alice whispered in my ear assurance that she would "wake" later. I pulled her into my arms and carried her back to our room.