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Chapter One: A Dream.

"Bella?" Edward's rich voice simmered into the peaceful silence, but it didn't ruin it, it only made things more surreal.

I stretched contentedly, and opened my eyes blissfully, more than delighted to know I'd see my boyfriend's Godlike face.

But as I turned in my cot, it occurred to me that he was not his usual self. There was an anxious edge to his voice and a concerned look across his unbelievably handsome features.

"Yeah, Edward?" I replied casually, but I knew the look in my brown eyes must have given away that I was slightly curious.

He studied my expression briefly, the worry on his face deepening, and ironically mine as well.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see if you're awake, love." He wiped the worry of his face instantaneously, obviously realizing I knew something was up and secretly hoping I wouldn't ask what.

Did he seriously think I'd let it slide? Me, stubborn Bella?

"Edward, I-" I was just about to confront him, when he merely cut me off.

"Bella, Charlie's about to wakeup. I've got to go, I'll be back later."

"But-" I had just begun my protest, but it was no use whatsoever; he was already gone.

With that, I scooped up my purple comforter and pushed it off my bed.

I sighed to myself, frustrated as I walked out of my bed room and to the bathroom.

As I hopped into the shower and hit the tap, it came to my attention that the only thing I'd been thinking about for the past five minutes was Edward's peculiar behaviour this morning.

I frowned as the steaming water hit my body. Was something bad coming? Or had I done something?

I groaned to myself, as I realized I was dwelling about his attitude again.

It was then ten minutes into the shower as I was shampooing my lanky brown locks, that the possible answer hit me like a ton of bricks. Not to why Edward was acting this way, but to why I kept wondering about it.

It was because he'd only acted like this last September…before he…left me.

I quickly sprinted out of the shower, not bothering about the soap suds in my hair. I jumped into my room, alarmed and shut the door with a loud slam.

I needed to talk to Edward and fast.

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I was now in my Chevy Truck, driving to the Cullen's house at full speed.

This wasn't the way I normally drove, I realized. Edward was always the one who seemed to be under the sad impression he was on a race track instead of on an every-day highway.

In record time, I had reached the luxurious white mansion. I ran out of my hastily to the front porch and punched the door bell.

Esme opened the door after a couple of seconds, and was surprised to see me.

I couldn't blame her, It wasn't everyday that I was here in the early dawn, looking like I'd just come out the shower.

"Hi Bella!" She said, her motherly and sugar-sweet voice welcoming. She smiled warmly at me.

"Hello Esme, is Edward here?" I asked and noticed my voice sounded desperate and tired, like I'd just run all the way here instead of driven.

She looked slightly concerned, but she didn't ask why I was acting so troubled.

"Yes, he's in his room. Please come on in."

She opened the door further for me and I thanked her politely before marching up the stairs urgently.

I didn't care that I hadn't knocked, I just slammed the door of Edward's room open to find Edward lying on the bed he'd bought for me the last time I was stuck here while he was hunting.

When I saw the look on his face when his eyes discovered me, well…saying he was stunned was a tad bit of an understatement.

He stared at me for a few moments, before he broke the silence with an anxious tone.

"Bella? What are you doing here?" He didn't sound like he was annoyed, but he didn't sound exactly contented either.

"Edward, what's up?" I demanded, still standing in the doorway, with my hands on my hips.

He looked down at the ivory comforter on the bed for a moment, but then in a matter of seconds he was right next to me, his cool arms wrapping across my waist.

"Nothing…it's nothing, Bella, sweetheart." He said apprehensively.

I pushed his arms away, pursued to figure out what was on his mind. "No. Tell me."

He looked around, his currently onyx eyes searching around the room, clearly stalling.

I grew more nervous by each passing second. "What is it, Edward? Was it something I did?"

And then suddenly it hit me. Something I did. I saw the truth in a reflection to my very own words.

I did something…usually when I did something to annoy Edward these days it was because I did it unknowingly in my sleep…I said secrets, talked in my dreams…Of course!

"OH! Edward! What did I say in my sleep now?!"

Edward winced briefly when he thought I wasn't looking, but surely, I was.

I took this as confirmation.

Oh come on, Bella, think, THINK. What did you dream about yesterday?!

And then, I froze as it came back to me, playing in my head…

FLASHBACK.

I walked into my house with a bag of groceries. I'd just gone shopping for some ingredients I needed in Charlie's dinner.

"Hey Char-" I had begun to greet my father, when I looked up and had the shock of my life.

My mother and her husband were sitting at our unsightly dining table with my father.

"Renee, Phil?" I asked, oblivious.

"Hi Honey." Renee smiled at me happily, as if everything was hunky dory and she'd just travelled across the country for dinner.

Hopefully, that was the truth…

But when I saw the nervous glint in Charlie's eyes, I realized I was dead wrong and my heart sank.

"What's going on?" I asked slowly, afraid.

"Bells, I think you should sit down." Charlie suggested, struggling to keep his voice even.

"Okay…" I uneasily took a seat on one of the wooden chairs next to Phil, my stepfather.

He gave me his signature smile.

"Ok, sweetie. We have some news, and to be frank, I think I should just get straight to it." Renee said.

"Yeah?" I asked nervously, a thousand ping pong balls bouncing in my stomach.

"You're adopted."

The two words hit home. But I thought I'd hold it in, seeing I'm a mature person, so my reaction in the dream shocked me.

"NO!" I cried, and then abruptly the scene changed.

I was running around in a long white gown, but there was nowhere to run to.

It was pitch-black, but I could heart noises, of a blood-curdling laugh that only something insanely evil could represent.

I ran forward, petrified of being caught by whatever it was.

Suddenly two fists caught mine.

I yelped, but turned to see the innocent face of a seemingly sweet teenage girl.

She had lovely coffee coloured, wavy hair and chocolate brown eyes that were identical to mine.

She looked related to me…and instantaneously, the panic vanished.

END OF FLASHBACK.

When the playback of the dream finished, I continued to hover there lifelessly, until Edward pulled me into a hug.

"It's nothing, Bells. You didn't do anything." He assured me quietly, but I could see through his convincing face.

"Edward…it was just a dream."

I hadn't done anything to disappoint him; but I'd obviously made him worry, and he didn't want me to see that. That was what he had been hiding.

I was relieved to understand he wasn't leaving, in fact, I was overjoyed-but then I began to also idly wonder the reason behind my peculiar dream…it meant something. Something HUGE.

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