I don't own Twilight, The Hunger Games, or The Vampire Diaries. I just like manipulating the characters.


Chapter Seven: Dreams aren't made of this.

I fell back against the scratchy pillow. I was gasping for air and my chest rose and fell with each labored breath.
"You saw him in your dream, didn't you?"
I sat up once again, clutching at my chest as Rosalie sat opposite me in the tent. She gave me a weary smile. "It happened to me once I first met my mate." I watched her as she scooted across the tents flooring closer to me, tucking a golden strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes drifted towards the scab patching my right shoulder. "It explains the bite."
I felt self-conscious underneath her knowing gaze. I hugged my knees towards my chest, willing myself for this to all be over.

"I never did tell you about my mate, did I?" Rosalie broke the silent spell. I shook my head hesitantly. I had assumed that it was something intimate, that you just didn't speak about. She smiled at me once again, but the pain was prominent in her blue orbs.
"His name is Emmett. I met him in the park on my seventeenth birthday. It was summer, and I wanted to see the sunset. When I was at the park I had assumed I was alone. But I could feel someone watching me, and no matter how many times I checked over my shoulder, nobody was there. As it got darker I felt more scared, and I knew that somebody was behind me. It got late, and I left to go home.

Along the way I felt somebody grab me around the waist, and it was like this person was made of steel…" She paused momentarily, and I could see the tears building up behind her eyes. I reached out and took her hand in mine, offering her support. She smiled at me reassuringly as she brushed a tear away.
"I screamed, but no one came. He began kissing me neck, and he was making animalistic sounds. I thought he was going to rape me. But I guess the outcome is worse."

She looked down at her lap, her shoulders shaking as quiet sobs erupted from her body. "Rose, you don't have to finish the story." I offered in a quiet voice. She looked up at me, determination vivid in her teary eyes. "No." She shook her head. "I should finish it. You need to know." I furrowed my eyebrows as she continued. "He began dragging me across the park and into the forest, but for some reason I knew he wasn't going to kill me. I mean, every time I cried out he would kiss my neck, and he would start whispering about a new life, and how I was his…" She broke off as her throat tightened and a strangled sob left her throat. She covered her mouth with her palm, shaking her head as though she were convinced it never happened at all. I moved closer to her, wrapping my arms around her frail body, hugging her sympathetically as she finished her story.

"The forest ended, and we came to a deserted rode. He carried me to his car, and he had me seated in the passenger side despite my struggling and pleas. While he was driving he would hold my hand, growling every time I would try to pull away. And then I heard another growl, but it was outside the car. And it crashed into us. I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up I was here." She smiled bitterly, her hands hugging her torso as she looked up at me. "Bella, he's out there looking for me." She spoke in a whisper, one of her hands grasping onto mine as though I would disappear at any moment. "He's looking for me like Edward is looking for you." I felt a shiver run down my spine as she mentioned the name. "Emmett came to me in my dream for the first time that night I arrived." Her nails began to bite into my skin as her grip tightened. "He told me that my parents were dead. That he would hunt down everybody until he had me again. And then he bit into my wrist. The pain was excruciating… unlike anything I had ever felt. It was so real. And he kept looking at me the whole time, and his eyes looked so dark and evil… And when I woke up my wrist was torn and bloody. And I knew that my parents were dead." She hadn't looked away from me once. Her voice was quiet and ominous.

"Bella, you need to understand." Rosalie was speaking through clenched teeth now, her eyes fogging over with pure hatred and fear. "He will not stop at anything until he finds you. He won't care who it is or what they do." I nodded at her, my throat tightening at her words.
"What will they do when they find us?" I asked. Rosalie grimaced at my question. Her grip on my hand loosened, leaving crescent shaped marks in its wake. She shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing up and down on her shoulders. "I'm not sure. All I can tell is that it won't be pretty for us."


It was surprisingly cheerful at dinner. Rosalie, Elena, Katniss and I shared one of the wooden tables, bowls of peas and mashed potato and gravy situated in front of us. I could hear Thresh's deep booming voice as he conversed with some of the campers, rounds of laughing concluding each sentence.
"So, Bella." Elena said. "How have you been finding camp so far?" She finished. During my time here I had learned that Elena was a relatively happy person, with a naïve optimistic personality. I swallowed my forkful of canned peas, thinking of a way to say 'terrible' without sounding like a bitch.

"Great. I always wanted to go to summer camp as a child." I smiled condescendingly. Katniss sniggered beside me. Elena grinned at my lame attempt of making things seem better than they were. I glanced at Rosalie opposite me, who had not said anything since the bell for dinner rang half an hour ago.
"I heard from Thresh that they're thinking of relocating camp." Katniss spoke from beside me. This made Rosalie look up from her bowl.
"Again? That'll be the fourth time in six months." The corners of her mouth tugged downwards.
"But, Rose, Bella is new here. Camp counselors have to relocate each time we receive a new entrant." Elena concluded. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"We know you've been having the dreams, Bella." Katniss said next to me. My eyes snapped up to Rosalie, whom had an innocent and shocked expression on her face.
"We've all had them at one stage." Katniss continued. She pulled up the sleeve on her brown turtleneck sweater, stopping just near her elbow. In the center of her lower arm was a crescent shaped bite mark. It was a pale white colour in contrast with her skin. "Camp Councilors think it's safer if we move each time we take somebody new in." She pushed her sleeve back down to her wrist. "Just in case our mates" Katniss spat the word "somehow find out where we are from those dreams."

It was quiet at our table after our talk. I glanced up from my half-empty bowl and made eye contact with Thresh. He smiled warmly at me, nodding his head once in a subtle hello. I warily smiled back, a million questions running through my head. I guess he figured this, because he gestured with his head towards the forest behind him, before getting up from his table and disappearing into the clearing.
"I'll be right back." I said, although no one at my table took any notice really. Elena and Rosalie were sitting eagerly for dessert to arrive, and Katniss was off in her own world.

I wrapped my jacket around my self, the cold air biting at my exposed skin. I saw Thresh leaning against a tall and sturdy tree, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips. A smile broke out across his face as I walked further into the forest. "Hey, Bella." He slipped the cigarette out from beneath his lips, flicking it across the air until it descended onto the moss carpeted floors.
I smiled back. "Hi Thresh." I wrapped my arms further around my torso, a poor attempt to stop shaking.
"I assume that you have some questions for me?" He asked, slipping off his worn and faded jacket and handing it to me. I gave him a small smile as I felt the warmth of his jacket envelope me.
"Katniss said that we might be relocating." I said, biting my lip. Thresh gave me a comforting smile, taking three steps to fill the gap between us. He reached his hand up to my face, gently tugging my lip free from between my teeth. He nodded at my question. "I assume you've dreamed of him at least once or twice?" He raised his eyebrows as I sucked in a sharp breath of air. His eyes darted towards the fading scar on my shoulder, hovering there for several seconds.
"Can he really find me from those dreams?" I asked, not fully answering his question. Thresh grimaced in front of me, his forehead creasing. "We'll make sure he can't. We'll keep you safe." His deep brown eyes searched my face. "I'll keep you safe."

I smiled comfortingly at him. Despite my current situation, I did feel safe around Thresh. The cold air wrapped further around us both, sending a cold chill creeping along my body. I could see the compassion present in Thresh's face as he moved forwards, wrapping his sturdy arms around my small frame. I was pressed against his chest. I could feel his body heat warming me through the many layers that I was wearing. Was I really that cold? I closed my eyes as I rested against Thresh's chest. I was so tired, despite the fact I had slept today, and was pretty convinced I could fall asleep right here and now.
"We should probably head back." Thresh spoke. I peeled back my eyelids and moved back so that I could look at him. I nodded. "Yeah, we should."
I don't know if it was the lack of sleep, or how I felt safe around Thresh, but somehow I could see myself with him in the future. Thresh's arms left my body, but he linked one of his hands with mine. Just as we were about to turn and head back to camp, an ear piercing scream broke the silence of the forest.

Thresh and I both whipped our heads around at the same time, in the direction of camp. Thresh took off in the direction of the shriek, tugging me behind him. We came to a halt at the forest end. In front of us, in the center of camp, was somebody whom I had hoped to never see again. "Edward." I whispered.
He looked sinister standing there, illuminated dimly from the orange haze of the lamps. Another shriek filled the silence.
First I noticed the blood on Edward's mouth. Then his collar. Then Demetri, on blood drenched grass, dead. His shirt had been ripped down the middle, showing the torn and mangled flesh which used to be his abdomen. His internal organs lay on the grass next to his lifeless body. A smirk stretched across Edward's face. He wiped the red substance away from his mouth with the back of his wrist, his eyes searching over the camp.

I cowered into Thresh's side as his eyes landed on me. A sinister grin broke out across his features. His red eyes ghosted over with anger and possession. While Edward was busy scrutinizing me, several silhouettes began moving across the campsite. Gasps of horror and silent whimpers erupted from each person as these silhouettes stepped onto the stretch of grass which was the camp. They each had red eyes, with sinister features and dark-lust filled eyes. They had found us.


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