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It was so dark, and so cold. She could hear the trickle of water, and the patter of rain.
Lightening flashed in the distance, A spider web of electricity in the sky. It illuminated the area. A creek, A tiny column of rushing water surrounded by trees and plant life.
Lightening flashed once more, revealing the far bank where a tiny blonde girl lay, her body twisted in unnatural ways, twigs entangled in her curls, her clothes torn to pieces. A tiny silver locket sat in a pool of blood at the hollow of her throat. Her neck, or what was left of it , was a gory mess. Her blue eyes gazed, unblinkingly up towards the rain filled clouds. A hooded figure leaned over her cold, dead body.
Emma watches, She sees every detail, watches the man drain this poor girl of her blood. Unable to do anything at all. Here, she is only an observer.
A siren wails in the distance, The hooded figure's head snaps up to survey the area, his hood falling down in the process.
His blood red eyes flash in the night, and in that second, He disappears.
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Emma gasps for breath, her eyes flying open in terror. . Desperately trying to catch her breath, She closes her eyes tightly, trying to force the dream out of her mind, but all she can see are those eyes, those horrifying eyes. Her heart beats rapidly. Panic squeezing her heart tightly. She could feel herself on the verge of hysteria.
In a panic, she leaps out of bed and runs to her bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before the nausea overcomes her.
When she's finished, she flushes the toilet and lays, curled in a tight ball on the bathroom tile, hugging her knees to her chest. The image of that poor blonde girl appears in her head, her blank eyes, her throat torn to shreds, and before she can stop it, she's puking again.
"Emma? Are you alright dear?" Cathryn's concerned voice accompanied by a knock on her bathroom door.
Emma takes another shaky breath. Cathryn's voice helps to ground her into this reality. Her Dream Reality fading into a memory already.
"I'm fine." Emma says hoarsely. She hears how awful she sounds and winces inwardly.
Apparently Cathryn hears it too. "I think maybe you should stay home today…"
Emma feels a tear fall down her cheek, and doesn't bother to brush it away. She just hugs her knees even tighter and closes her eyes. Emma leans her cheek against the cold tile floor. It feels good against her flushed face. She tries to picture something else in her mind. Something happy.
She pictures Cathryn, The girls, Benjamin. The pond in the back field. She sees the frost that glistens on the grass in the morning. She tries imagine herself, playing her cello.
It feels like hours later when she finally manages to pull herself up by the counter.
She catches a glimpse of her reflection. Her eyes surrounded by dark circles, They are puffy and bloodshot.
With a sigh, Emma brushes her teeth and opens the door. She quickly collapses into her bed and pulls her duvet up to her ears. Hoping the darkness will provide relief from the images in her head.
It doesn't, the darkness is filled with eyes. Staring blue ones, and piercing red ones. It's filled with blood.
She had always dreamt of the truth, but this couldn't be? Could it ?
Maybe, she really was going crazy.
Emma had never had a dream that wasn't true.
Emma threw the cover's off. Reaching for her nightstand where she fumbled with the pill bottle there.
She shook out three small pills and swallowed them, chasing them down with water.
She had taken three before bed. She usually only takes two to keep away the dreams, but she had taken an extra, because stress had a factor with the frequency of her dreams. Still the dream's had come.
Her dreams were getting stronger. Emma knew that soon, the pills couldn't keep them away, couldn't keep her under control. No matter how many she took.
This thought brought the panic back, but only for a moment before she felt the sleeping pills pulling her under.
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When Alice opened her eyes, it was to a very concerned Edward. She was sitting at the piano with him. Alice looked down, her fingers still resting on the keys. The last thing she remembered was playing a duet with him and then….
Emma.
Alice explained what she had seen to Edward, who listened intently. A look of confusion graced his perfect face.
"It was so strange." She whispered. "Like a dream inside of a dream. I saw her fall asleep, and then I saw the blonde girl by the creek, I think she saw it too. The next thing I see is Emma waking in a panic."
"That's not possible." Carlisle appears by the piano. He had been eavesdropping and was obviously perplexed by the whole idea.
"Do you think…" Alice began in wonder.
"No. It's not possible…" Edwards agrees with Carlisle. "You must have misinterpreted the vision."
A scowl crosses Alice's beautiful face "I misinterpreted nothing! I know what I saw." She huffs.
Soon, the entire Cullen family gather's in the room, all of them watching Alice intently.
"Okay, let's focus on the first problem. A vampire. Is he close?" Carlisle questions her.
"I think so, the creek where he left the girl. It looks a lot like Peabody Creek. In Port Angeles I think."
"Not an immediate threat at the moment." Rosalie says from her spot by the door.
"For now." Emmett agrees.
"I should really like to meet this girl…" Carlisle say's thoughtfully. "If she does have a gift. It sounds so much like yours." He continues.
Alice shakes her head, disagreeing. "Hers is so much more. She could see every little detail. It was like she was there!"
"How do we know she wasn't?" Edward points out.
"We can't assume anything right now." Carlisle says. "Was this your first vision of her?" he asks.
"Yes." Alice answers.
Edward eyes meet hers, he looks almost hurt.
He knows she's lying.
Alice shook her head. She hated to lie to Edward. But it had to be done.
He nods silently and returns his gaze to the piano.
Not now. No one could know who Emma really was.
Not yet.
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