AN: Sorry, I'm not the great Stephenie Meyer.
I couldn't sleep the next night because of the rain. It was pounding at my window making me restless. The rain eventually put me to sleep and I ended up sleeping without dreams. I awoke in the morning to find the sky an ugly grey tone. Charlie had already left for the station and I was left to get my own breakfast.
As I sat down to my bowl of cereal, I remembered what had happened yesterday; how all the boys in the school seemed to drool over me, the ordinary girl, with the exception of one boy: the bronze-haired boy. Edward Cullen. He was a god, but hated me for some reason. I couldn't let one boy get to me. When I got to school, I would confront him and ask him what his problem was. I could do it. No, I couldn't. Yes. Yes I would, whether I wanted to or not.
As I got to school, I was greeted by some of the students I had met yesterday. They morning flew by and I was almost anxious to see Edward Cullen to tell him what I thought. But, at lunch, as I glanced over at his table, there were only four people. He was gone. Why had he left? Was it because of me? It couldn't have been. It must have been something before I had gotten into class.
I couldn't help but being distracted the rest of lunch. And even in Biology I couldn't focus. Why was I thinking so much about this person who appeared to hate me with one glance? I wouldn't let it happen.
Biology passed and still no sign of Edward Cullen. It couldn't be possible.
After class, I made my way to the Thriftway to do the grocery shopping. I came home faster than I thought. I put the groceries away and got back into my car. I decided that I needed some secluded place to practice. After about an hour of driving all over town, I found a little path that led towards a clearing in the woods. It was small and perfect. I got out of the truck and pulled the dagger from the sheath around my leg. I stood in the middle of the clearing. I stood doing nothing more than listening. I turned to the left. I controlled my breathing and took the knife and went through my exercises. I turned to my right and repeated the same routine. I realized the time and went back to the house. It would only take me twenty minutes to get to my sacred spot. Nothing could harm me there.
I made dinner for Charlie. He was very quiet while he ate only asking me a few questions. After, he went to watch some sporting event on tv. I did the dishes and went up to my room to start my homework. Not even thirty minutes and I was done. I decided to go to bed early since I knew sleep would evade me that night due to the rain. As I was lying in bed, I reflected over the last year of my life; what I had learned, who I had become, what I was fighting for. I actually had something fight for. My parents. But what good would this revenge do. It couldn't bring them back.
In the middle of my thoughts, I drifted to sleep. I dreamt that I was in my clearing. I had the dagger in my hand when I was approached by none other than Edward Cullen. He beckoned me in his sweet, velvet voice. He told me to put down the dagger. I don't know why, but I put it down and followed him. He led me through the forest, running to keep up with him. "Come Bella." He said. "You don't need to be afraid. I won't hurt you." I couldn't help it. I continued to follow him. He slowed to a walking pace and began to walk beside me. "It's ok, Bella. Nothing bad will happen." Edward stopped. He turned to me and I saw the same red eyes I had seen many years ago. The night my parents were murdered. His smile was so malicious. His hand traced the vein on my neck. As he bent his head towards my neck, he whispered two words. "So sweet." The words were a part of the wind. He kissed my neck and then, his teeth sunk into my neck.
I woke up screaming. Charlie rushed into the room.
"Bella, are you ok?"
"I'm fine. Bad dream. I'll be ok. Thanks for checking on me."
Really, I wasn't ok. Those eyes were haunting my vision. And that voice. So sweet. That's what he had said. In my nightmares Edward was a vampire. He had come to take my life. And the dagger. Where was it? I got up and looked in my closet and found it sitting on the shelf.
It was just a dream. I had to keep reminding myself of this. But it had seemed so real. Could it be? No. It was just a dream. It was only a dream.
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