A/N: Here is part two of our two-shot, Bella's Dream. I had part of this typed up at school, but I don't have it here and I couldn't be bothered waiting. Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed the first part of this. The second part, my advice is this: run away while you still can.
Disclaimer: Santa, I'm begging you, if you give me nothing else, give me the rights to Twilight for Christmas! I beg like that, and then I wonder why Santa doesn't come to me anymore…
"No Alice," I protested, "I will not go on a shopping marathon with you!"
The expected begging and coaxing from the pixie-like vampire did not come, as Alice had a faraway look in her eyes, as though she was seeing something that was visible to her alone.
"What is it, what do you see?" I asked urgently.
She blinked, bringing herself back to the present. "I'm not really sure, it was a bit hazy. Nothing to do with Victoria, or any of our kind," she said quickly, noticing my apprehension. "It actually showed a strange and frankly rather hairy man leading an unspecified person in the school basement."
"Anything else?"
She shook her head.
"Alice… did this man happen to be tall, beefy, with black, sort of sticky-uppy hair?"
"Yeah," she sounded surprised, "how did you know that?"
"Oh, it was just something in a dream I had…"
Next day
Edward and I were sitting in our first class of the day when he frowned, saying, "oh." At my questioning look he elaborated. "It seems we're going to have a substitute teacher for the first and last periods today."
"Okay," I sad casually, and it was okay, until the teacher walked in. My mouth dropped open in surprise and my shock must have been evident on my face, because Edward became concerned.
"Bella, are you okay?"
His voice brought me back to reality this time, instead of sending me careening away from it, as it usually did.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied unconvincingly, not wanting to worry him.
"Bella…"
I sighed, "It's nothing. I just had this really weird dream which happened to feature the substitute teacher we have today."
"Right." He didn't seem to know what to make of that.
The teacher came to the front of the classroom to introduce himself.
"Morning everyone, I'm Mr Simmons." So that was his name!
The rest of the class passed in a blur and soon enough, the bell went to signify the start of recess. As we entered the cafeteria, Alice came rushing up to us.
"Oh my God, you guys had the guy in my vision and- "
"My dream," I finished for her.
"Yeah," she said, slightly breathless from speaking so fast, even though technically she didn't even need to breathe. But I suppose, no one else knew that.
We sat with Angela, Ben and all the others, and it seemed like a normal day. Alice prattled on about trivial things and the rest of us tried to keep up.
The remainder of the day went by at the same speed as the start, except last period, when Edward and I had science with – yes, you guessed it – Mr Simmons.
"Aren't I lucky? I get to teach this wonderful class again," he grinned.
His attempt at humour was met with blank stares from all the rooms occupants.
"Well anyway, today we're going to be learning about Sex Ed." Everyone groaned when he said that. I mean, we learnt that back in 7th Grade.
I tuned out for the most part, but occasionally bits and pieces would drift into my consciousness. "…so then we eat a banana." Wait, what?
I focused on what was happening, to find Mike Newton staring at me, and MR Simmons looking at me expectantly. "So, Bella, the answer would be?"
"Yes?" I tried.
"Correct. It seems you were paying attention."
I waited until his attention shifted and resumed my star gazing, but not before I noticed Edward growling in Mike's direction. Clearly, his thoughts were straying to something of which Edward did not approve.
Mercifully, the bell rang not long after. The end of another day. But not for me, it seemed. As I was about to leave, Mr Simmons called me back.
"Just a minute Bella, could you stay behind?"
Edward was waiting for me. "You go, I'll take the truck home and I'll see you at 9."
He opened his mouth to disagree, but I cut him off, insisting, "really, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry so much."
"Okay," he said reluctantly, "see you later."
He left, and I turned back to Mr Simmons, smiling, "you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, I did. I just wanted to congratulate you. In the short time I've known you today, I've seen an amazing maturity and intelligence within you, as well as great kindness, and these are wonderful qualities to possess."
"Oh, uh…thanks," I said awkwardly, not really sure what to make of his words. He stood still for a few moments, as though considering something and I moved from foot to foot, wondering whether to leave.
Before I did, he blinked, apparently having come to a decision.
"Bella, would you mind helping me carry these boxes down to the basement?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied, glad to be able to help.
He indicated the boxes he needed me to carry, picking one up himself. "This way." Mr Simmons showed me to a door, the purpose of which I had always wondered about.
"Ladies first," he said as he opened the door.
I acknowledged him with a nod, noting as I did so the odd similarities between this situation and my dream of two nights before – in terms of the people involved, of course. My palms became sweaty and my breathing became shallow. Calm down, I scolded myself, you have nothing to fear. I truly believed that until I heard the door close and lock with a snap.
"Mr Simmons?" I asked hesitantly, really nervous now. I squinted, struggling to see in the near darkness, and discovered that somehow, the teacher had come to be standing directly in front of me.
"Bella, I've been looking for you," he growled, and I could feel his breath on my face.
"How did you find me?" I couldn't stop my voice from shaking.
"My spidey senses were tingling."
"Right." I was very sceptical, who the Hell did this guy think he was?
"Yes, and now you are at my mercy, and I shall feast!" He finished off with a cackle that could rival the Wicked Witch of the West.
I watched him carefully, more than a little freaked out, and tried to back away and make my escape, hopefully to put this weird day behind me forever.
"Don't even think about escaping," he warned, correctly guessing my intentions. Then he stopped and patted his chest, like you would a dog. "Easy, down boy! Not yet," he murmured, and then to me, "my hair, gets a bit out of hand sometimes."
"Yeah, mine does that too," I gave a feeble attempt at humour – maybe it would snap him out of this strange mood. No such luck.
"Then we have something in common, you and I. But I bet you can't do this!" I heard a growling and his shirt ripped open to reveal….a monster! Well I guess you could call it that, in reality, it was more like a huge, moving hair ball. It stretched and divided, extending around the teacher until he looked rather like Doc Ock from the Spider Man movies.
Woah – this day is becoming WAY too much like a Marvel comic.
My mouth drooped open as the tentacles – for wont of a better word – continued writhing.
"You like my little friends? This one's called Jenna, but her real name is Spendo. But don't tell anyone, she doesn't want them to know. Now this one's called Sarah, this one's called Laura, this one's called Demelza…"
"Okay! I get it – you named them all!"
"That's right. This one is the best. It's going to be called Isabella Marie Swan!"
"Think again!" Suddenly Edward appeared, holding an enormous pair of barber shops in his hands.
He launched himself at Mr Simmons, snapping wildly at the horrific things that were now attempting to wind their way around my neck. Edward grabbed hold of the biggest one with the scissors and pushed down, to no avail.
"That's the power of my Ultra-Strong Hair Gel! Not even Hercules could break me!" He gloated.
"Yeah? What about a vampire?" With that my immortal boyfriend discarded the scissors and proceeded to bite the biggest rope. He gritted his teeth, letting out a snarl now and then.
"Edward!" I screamed, trying to warn him, for while he was focused on Spendo, Sarah – the mustard coloured rope – had been creeping up on him. Moving faster then my human eye could follow; he dodged it and caught it in his hand. He opened his mouth and released Spendo, shouting to me, "Bella, run! Get out of here!"
I wanted to take his advice, I really did, but I was transfixed by the scene in front of me. Edward gripped Sarah in both hands, spinning around faster and faster. He lifted Mr Simmons up and swung him around like a lasso. I snorted with laughter – all he needed now was the wide brimmed hat and he'd be a proper cow boy!
He gave me a half smile, obviously still worried. He threw Mr Simmons, tying his deadly ropes into knots. Mr Simmons tried in vain to fight, until Edward slammed him against the wall repeatedly. He looked punch drunk, and I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
"Now I don't know who or whata you are, but I'm warning you now, you come near my Bella again and you'll regret it!"
Mr Simmons – if that was even his name – unexpectedly recovered, giving us a lopsided grin. "I'm not beaten yet. And my little dearies here, they have – how should I put it? – abilities." He stroked one of the most prominent ropes, which was an incredibly dark red. "You remember Demelza? She's my favourite, and she can control fire. Behold!"
As though on cue, Demelza shot forward, just missing both me and Edward. It was no longer a rope of hair, but one of fire.
I wanted to say something witty, but nothing came to mind.
"That's not all," he went on, "Sarah can shoot out mustard."
Demelza retreated and Sarah took her place. I couldn't believe my eyes when mustard spurted from her in a great arc, completely wrecking my new top, Alice would be furious.
"Next we have Laura." This one was bright purple, and as it began to glow, I could guess its ability.
"Shield your eyes and brace your mind, for Laura shall render you blind!" My gosh, Mr Simmons could add terrible poetry to his weapons arsenal now!
I coveredmy eyes wit my hands, barely able to make out Edward staring straight at Mr Simmons, his vampire vision remaining unaffected. He sunk into a crouch and shot me a quick glance and I understood that he meant to grab me and run, consequences be damned. While Mr Simmons was distracted with preparing his newest weapon, whatever it may have been – Edward scooped me into his arms and bounded towards the door.
We were just about their when Spendo, Sarah, Laura and Demelza combined for a joint attack, slamming into Edward like a whip, and he was wrenched backwards.
I flew away from him. My head hit the wall with a sickening crack and everything went black.
I woke up screaming my lungs out, with sweat plastering my hair to my face. Edward was at my side instantly, soothing me with his very presence.
"Shh…it's okay, Bella. It was just a dream. Just a bad dream, everything's going to be fine."
Just a dream. That's all it was – a bad dream.
A/N: And so concludes our very random two-shot. We hope you liked it, and you could do us a huge favour by pressing that green button below – you know the one that says "submit review"? Thanks…