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The princess ran with all her might though it didn't make a difference, he was hot on her tail. She had to run so as to not catch ill but somehow she knew the fever was not from the influenza. But even if she wanted to stop running she couldn't, whatever Lord William was her instincts told her to run.

The princess looked back and saw as the Lord began to take on a more russet tone and dark dark hair. Jacob, her mind told her and the name seemed familiar. Almost comforting. Almost.

"Sophia!" the Lord shouted but it was no use, she wouldn't stop. The Lord must have realized because he had frozen in his tracks. He was turning back and heading in the opposite direction of his princess, a defeated look upon his eye.

Princess Sophia scrambled into the entryway of her castle and up the tower stairs. She burst into her sleeping quarters and heaved onto her bed. She sobbed and cried until she smelled a scent. Not a scent of comfort, oh no. But one of pure horror and chill. Sophia lifted her head and turned toward the window which was being blocked by a female. This female was absolutely terrifying. Not by the blood red color of her eyes or the animalistic qualities she possessed.

This woman was ready. For what, the princess didn't know.

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I was instantly awake in my bed. I could feel the sweat drip off of my forehead and onto my pillow. Yet I refused to open my eyes, afraid of what I may find. The air was chill but comforting. The trees blew from outside of her open window almost speaking to her.

'Sleep,' they whispered in the wind. 'no one will hurt you tonight,' they groaned.

I sighed into my pillow, now realizing that no one was watching from the other side of my room but I still couldn't bare to open my eyes to confirm this thought. I silently drifted off to sleep and I almost made it too, had a thought not run through my head.

I never opened the window.

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I silently opened my eyes as the sun leaked through the clouds and my radio screamed lyrics into my head. I groaned and opened my eyes to find my room unharmed. Nothing was moved, broken or taken to the extent that I could notice. I sighed and closed my eyes again as I slowly shoved the blankets off of me and sat up.

'It was only a dream,' my head reasoned. And I would have believed it too but I looked over to find the window wide open and the memory of locking it last night before going to sleep fresh in my head.

After changing into my Forks appropriate attire I headed for the door only to stop in my tracks as my father's voice drifted up the stairs.

"This is terrible," his voice sighed to my mother as I faintly heard him slap the newspaper down on the counter. "Five deaths in the past week! Listen to this," he said as he picked the newspaper up off of the counter, "Death toll on the rise, police fear gang activity," he read the headline. He continued to read a few lines of the article but paused. "What if this gets closer to Forks?" he asked.

"Honey, there is nothing we can do about it. These people... it says they were all out at night, right? Gangs wouldn't go into someones house randomly and kill them... that's not how a gang works, right?" Mother said, trying to reason with my dad.

"You're right. Just promise me you won't go out at night?" he asked.

"Promise," she whispered. I heard the clatter of dishes and then the jangle of car keys. They would be gone soon.

I silently creeped down the stairs as they closed the front door with a dull 'thud' and I walked over to the counter where the newspaper was strewn. I tried not to read the article, avoiding the list of names given of the victims. I took the paper and threw it into the trash. Dad wouldn't miss it.

I sighed and started to walk over to the refrigerator but decided to just skip it and head to school. I walked out side as the big red truck passed and I hopped down the steps. A folded up peace of paper was laying on the sidewalk and I figured it was from the red truck. Maybe they threw it out of the window?

I gingerly opened it and had to be careful not to rip it. The paper had been folded and refolded many times and it was delicate. Someones messy handwriting was written on the paper and they were obviously at a loss for words.

Bella,

I don't know why you're making
Charlie carry notes to Billy like
we're in second grade - if I wanted
to talk to you I would answer the

It started bit that sentence was crossed out.

You made the choice here, okay?
You can't have it both ways when

Another unfinished sentence read.

What part of 'mortal enemies' is too
complicated for you to

The sentences seemed to be getting shorter as the person was at an even bigger loss of words. Trying to phrase something right that just wasn't coming out. But what?

Look, I know I'm being a jerk, but
there's just no way around

Ink was splattered next to the sentence as if the person was so frustrated that they snapped the pen in half.

We can't be friends when you're
spending all your time with a bunch of

It stopped. A bunch of what?

It just makes it worse when I
think about you too much, so don't
write anymore

It started again. And stopped.

Yeah, I miss you, too. A lot.
Doesn't change anything. Sorry.

Jacob

I gasped. Jacob? Was this the Bella from the bonfire? What would make him so angry with his best friend that he was resorted to passing notes and avoiding calls? I sighed and put the note in my pocket. At least he was friends with her again. So I shouldn't worry about it... Right?

I walked up to the front doors of the school and found my new walking buddy waiting for me there.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I answered back as we started walking to first period.

"So, you and Jacob Black, huh?" he smirked and I was thankful he wasn't hurt or something.

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged as we passed different people stumbling off to their first class also.

"He's cool. He's good with cars and thing, too. But he has this thing against the Cullen's or something," he mused.

"Who are they?" I asked. Sterling stopped in his tracks.

"You don't know who the Cullen's are?" he asked in disbelief.

I pointed my finger at my face and swirled it around, "New, remember?" I asked him. Sterling just sighed and shook his head. H e held the door open for me and I thanked him. "Tell me at lunch?" I asked and he nodded his head. I smiled and walked into the classroom to take my seat next to Anya.

"Hey!" she smiled and I smiled back. "So, did you get anything for the project next period?" she asked me.

"Sure did. A bunch!" I smiled. Anya turned to the front and smirked.

"Really?" she smiled and I nodded, "Excellent!"

I looked down, not knowing what she meant. "Hey Anya?" I asked.

"Yeah?" she asked. I wondered if I should tell her. She was a good friend already and nice, but I wasn't sure if she would think I was crazy or not. I turned to her and looked at her questioning gaze.

"Promise me you won't think I'm crazy?" I asked and she nodded as her features laced with concern and wonder. "I... I think I'm psychic...," I sighed and looked down at the desk.

"Really?" she asked, but to my surprise she didn't sound skeptic at all but more in awe. "That's so cool! How do you know?" she asked. I looked at her and had to giggle. She looked like a little girl in a candy shop.

"I've been having these dreams... Jacob is in them... and someone else," I whispered.

"Who?" Anya asked, her look of childish fun gone. "Sophie, what's wrong?" she asked.

"There is this woman that was in my dream last night. She was so terrifying," I whispered. "It wasn't scary like blood and popping out of no where and yelling 'boo' or anything like that... but she was... she was probably in her early twenties. Her hair was red as fire and her face was animalistic. But here eyes...," I shuddered, "her eyes were blood red and held this look... like she was ready for something, something bad," I whispered and I looked over at Anya who was frozen.

"An?" I asked.

She blinked. "Red hair and blood red eyes? Are you sure?" she asked as if this was the most important think ever. I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Sophia, this is important wha-," she started to say but was cut off by the teacher calling everyones' attention. Anya looked at me. Her eyes saying that we weren't finished with this conversation.

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