This dream was weird. It was a swirl of colors, and then it was dark, and then I was in a castle. Or it looked that way. I walked over to the mirror, and gasped.
I was a kid again. My hair was short and curled and my eyes blazed a strange hazy red. My teeth felt sharp and I was extremely pale. I looked like a real vampire. My hand went to my mouth.
"Hello, Bella." Said a light voice. I whirled around to see two figures shrouded in fog. I squinted, but could only catch the shape of a small girl. Her face was blank, without emotion. Her eyes were dull and her mouth was a permanent frown. Most of the fog was wrapped around her, but the person next to her was better hidden. I heard him laugh.
"You know, this could be your life if you gave in and stopped your wolf on his hunt for us. He'll never figure out who we are, and he'll only get himself and you hurt by trying." He chuckled, "And your child."
I clenched my fists. "I will never give in." I growled.
"So be it." His voice had gone all scary sounding when suddenly, I shot up in my bed, gasping. I put my hands over my stomach and took a deep breath. It was just a dream. That's it, a dream. I wiped my forehead and walked out of the room. I sat on the couch, turning on the small TV and leaned my head back. What did he mean by so be it?
The front door opened then, and the guys came in, carrying a bloody Jacob. I shot up and ran over to them. "What happened?" I asked. Paul layed Jacob on the couch and looked at me.
"Vampire attack." Was all he said. I froze, my dream coming back to me, full force.
"So that's what he meant..." I sank down onto the floor. Paul crouched down in front of me.
"What who meant? Bella?" I looked at him with wide eyes.
"My dream." I swallowed, "This man said I had to give in, or he'd hurt us." My hands went back to my stomach and I let my head fall forward. Paul's arms went around me and he pulled me to him. He whispered in my ear that it was going to be okay, but it was a lie. It wasn't going to be okay. My baby was going to be born in a time of hurt and terror and possibly, danger. Why me?
"Why me...?" I cried.
