Sorry about the wait. You see, I already planned out this story in the middle of I'd Give Anything, and it's just sort of difficult to write it down, to try to get my thoughts on the page in a coherent way and such. On my previous stories I kind of just went with whatever came to my head - as long as it made sense - so knowing what I want to write is different…eh, maybe I'm just weird.
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Fear is only as deep as the mind allows --Japenese proverb
I awoke with a start. I sat up in the bed like a rocket, my hand flying to my throat.
It was such a horrible dream.
My chest rose and fell at such a high speed, but it didn't even register I was sobbing until I felt warm arms encircle me.
Edward pulled me into his muscular chest and let me cry into his bare chest.
"Shhh," he whispered into my ear; the sound was too anxious to soothe me.
My lips began to kiss every inch of him I could reach. His chest. His neck. His collarbone. His shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around him, desperate to get closer.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep.
"I-It's nothing. I h-had a b-b-bad d-dream is, is all."
The hand that wasn't holding me to him reached up the wipe my tears, then started stroking my hand.
"I-I'm sorry I w-woke you…"
He started rocking me. A soft, steady rock. "Do you want to tell me what it was about?"
I just began to cry harder.
"I'll take that as a no," he whispered, kissing my forehead. I surprised him by reached up and kissing his lips. His kissed me back, confused but willing. My fingers knotted in his hair and his in mine.
I began to deepen the kiss, desperate to forget the dream. I knew the most effective way to lose my memory would be kissing Edward. Only one thing could be better than kissing Edward, and that was sex.
Thinking that, I began to loosen my hold on his bronze hair. My hands began to explore the perfect planes of his chest. I continued down, running my fingers along his abdomen. I felt the bump of his abs. I began to travel lower but long fingers formed shackles around my wrist.
"Bella…" he whispered. His voice was thick with desire, but that was not why he whispered my name. I caught the other tone: concern. "What happened in your drea--nightmare?"
I grimaced. He knew me too well. He knew that I just didn't randomly wake up in the middle of the night and decide to make love.
"Nothing," I said, not wanting to explain.
"It was just a dream," he murmured. "It wasn't real. You can tell me. You might feel better."
It was too late, his words already repainted the image in my head. The image I had tried so hard to forget. The silly grief overtook me again, and I sobbed.
The grief was unjustified, of course. I shouldn't be hurting so much over a dream.
Nightmare, I corrected myself.
Edward's arms held me again, but all desire was gone. He was comforting me like he did so many times before.
I saw it, then. My nightmare.
Edward and I were in our cottage, laughing and kissing. We were in our living room, by the crackling fireplace. Christmas decorations were hung throughout the house, and Christmas music was playing from Edward's expensive stereo. When I first saw this, I had thought it was a good dream.
Abruptly, though, everything changed.
Emmett had barged through our door. His face wasn't normal in the least. Panic and anguish covered his face like a mask.
"What is it?" Edward asked, immediately getting up.
"Carlisle…all of them…."
He continued like this. Muttering in coherent words. I stood there, confused, and so did Edward. I couldn't understand his words -- only one word stood out among the others.
Volturi.
Edward and I shared a horrified glance when Emmett stiffened even more.
His growled, shifting his position so he was in a crouch. His lips pulled up, exposing his glistening white teeth. He moved to the door, tense for battle.
Three figures in black cloaks approached him.
"Emmett!" I had screamed, running toward him. Edward grabbed me and threw me against the couch. I lay there, shocked.
One vampire stood the farthest back. He slowly began making ground, and soon was in front of Edward.
Marcus. I immediately recognized the bored expression.
"No!" I roared and he launched for Edward.
I was crying all over again.
"No." I whimpered through my sobs. "No, no, no."
"Bella!" Edward said, slightly shaking me. "Please! Please, if you value my sanity, please tell me what has upset you?"
It took me a while to get under control, and I gave up.
In detail, I told Edward my nightmare.
It was a horror only I fully understood.
Okay, so a bit short...okay, I lot shorter than usual... A bit of a cliffy. (: I hoped this was very detailed and full of emotion…I worked hard to make sure it was. Tell me if I succeeded. Oh, and I have a new personal goal: I want to make 1,000 reviews. So, if you want to help me out: REVIEW!!
