Disclaimer: I do not own the television show "LOST"or the book "Twilight" although if I did I would be richer than Bill Gates…

Disclaimer: I do not own the television show "LOST"or the book "Twilight" although if I did own both I would be richer than Bill Gates …Or…MICHAEL JACKSON.

Note: In the last chapter when Edward was left with Bella again there is a flashback in here, but it doesn't mention that this day was six days after she left Carlisle's work…Place…Hut. XD Yus, I am very silly.

Chapter Teaser: I saw a viper in my dream. Slithering and worming its way beneath the door I had hidden behind. The room was dimly lit and I knew that my subconscious self did not see the viper coming. I had been too preoccupied by the figure that stood by the doorway. There was a faded radiance that came off of the figure and it made me hopeful. I slowly stepped towards the figure with curious, wide eyes. It slid deeper into the darkness and I extended my arm out not wanting the figure to move away from me so quickly. Crimson flooded my vision and a pain shot through my ankle. I parted my lips to scream, but no noise escaped my trembling lips. My ankle was burning, like someone had injected me with poison.

Apart from the viper at my heel, I was in hiding from something else.

Something greatly more terrifying.

Something that I knew was coming

End Teaser.

Isabella Swan POV

I woke up with a flaring headache and sweat covering almost every inch of my body. I had my arms wrapped around me trying to hold the piece of me that was threatening to break away. I didn't want too cry. I had not cried for a while, and I was beginning to feel somewhat normal. If I broke down now all of what I had built would come crashing down. It was still dark, and I knew everyone was asleep. They would not hear me…Not if I hushed my sobs.

I broke down.

My eyes bled tears and I rolled to my side holding the sleeping bag to my face to muffle the sobs that rattled through my chest. Renee, she was there. We were having a picnic…Phil had brought along some of the assistant baseball coaches and against all odds I was happy. Happier than I was now.

Renee spoke to me every so often in the dream, her voice like a remedy for me. I wanted to ask her so many questions, one of them I managed to ask. "Mom, why did you leave me?" I said, my eyes uncomprehending as I watched her animated face go somber.

"I can't answer that." She said simply, and it only made me more desperate for answers.

"Why? Why can't you answer it Mom? Why did you leave me alone?" I questioned my voice cracking at 'alone' and I pushed myself onto my knees.

"Oh, honey." She sighed, embracing me affectionately. I reluctantly wrapped my arms around her knowing that once this was over, I would be lost. I needed guidance, I needed answers. I needed her. My chin was on her shoulder and I inhaled the scent of her, not knowing how many other dreams would be so vivid as to let me talk with my Mother. I needed her wisdom, her arms, and her jovial ways of living life. She had so much in her, more than I had. I wished now more than ever I could take her place. She would have been so much more wanted in the world than I was.

"Everything has a reason for happening." She told me simply, and leaned away to brush the stray tears from my face. The shade of the tree darkened and the pair of warm, comforting arms vanished. I panicked automatically, my heart accelerating.

"Mom…Mom?" I called timidly, my hands pressing against the ground searching for something to hold onto. I was blind, like there had been an eclipse that shadowed everything. Sight, touch, sound: Gone. I found something and grabbed at it, I believe it to be a tree because of it's rough, bark-like surface, but I was wrong. The tree's arms wound around me and I struggled helplessly, soundlessly.

"Pretty girl, pretty, silly, beautiful girl. You can't hide from me. Never." I recognized the voice and I knew automatically who it was from the crown of my head to the souls of my feet. I wanted to shout and scream or atleast know that someone knew he was back. I would have even settled for Edward saving me again. Renee'. Phil. Charlie. Jacob. Edward. Someone! Find me!

FIND ME!

Then I woke up. And here I was, on my makeshift bed crying and sobbing hopelessly. I was safe physically, but mentally I was not. I was never safe mentally. Not when my Mother was no longer here and my angel disappeared off the face of the Earth. I curled up into a ball, and inhaled and exhaled deeply. George's words still were echoing through my mind, as well as my Mother's. I was terrified and I was unable no matter how much I tore at my insides to eradicate the images from my mind.

In the morning, when everyone was awake I lagged behind Jacob. He noticed my lack of presence mentally, and that worried him.

"Bells, what is wrong?" He questioned me, stopping. I kept moving.

"Nothing." I replied, my voice peculiarly dead. I wondered why I was not trying harder for Jacob. Was I trying to push the only real friend I had away?

"No, Bells, you aren't." He argued, his husky yet child-like voice making it so that his words fit into the 'you're lying' category. I stopped walking and sighed turning to face him. "I just….I had a nightmare. That is all." I told him, needing to vent. I had told him this much, and I felt my burden lighten. I wanted to say more, but I wasn't sure if it would be right for me to tell this sixteen year old boy my problems.

Jacob's eyebrows pulled together as he considered that for a moment. "Are they that bad?" He continued, and I noticed him move a few steps towards me closing the gap.

"Yes, but…I really don't know what to do about them, Jake." I confessed, lowering my head as if that would help Jacob look away from the pathetic selfish creature that stood before him.

Unexpectedly, Jacob's hands froze on my shoulders and I couldn't help but look up at him. "Leave them in the past, Bella. You can't pry on this kind of thing. It's not good for you, even you have to see that. A dream may be bad, but it's worse to keep it stuck in reality." Jacob said, and at that moment I felt undyingly grateful for him.

"I'll bet that it was a one time thing anyways, but, if it happens again just call my name. I'll be there, just like I am here for you now. Whoa, corny." He marveled at his own words, and I could tell he was trying to lighten my attitude. It worked.

I burst out into a minute round of giggles and he laughed too. It did sound somewhat corny coming from your best friend, but I needed corny in my life. "Thanks Jake, really. And, you remember I am here for you if you are ever having problems." I reminded him, the dark cloud of my dream no longer hovering over my head.

Jake rolled his dark eyes, his hands still on my shoulders. "Not a chance, Bells. I don't think I will cry my eyes out over some clowns and other weird things." He said sarcastically, and I couldn't help but smile a warm, almost genuine smile. It was so easy to be with Jacob at times.

"Come on, we'd better hurry." I said, and my eyes wandered to his hands. "Um…Jake?" I asked, and his expression was blank for a moment. "Huh? Oh…" He realized his hands were still locked around my shoulders and dropped them.

Breakfast was...Interesting. Usually everyone was in a flurry and quarreling with someone, but today everyone was jovial. There were jokes and bad puns flying left and right, especially among the teenagers. I sat in between Jacob and Kaleb who were in the middle of a stare off in front of everyone. Mike Newton was judging and I had a feeling he was rooting for Kaleb. His light eyes twitched and I could have sworn that the mess of obsidian curls on Kaleb's head was standing up. Jacob barely flinched.

"You know you can give up." He taunted Jake.

"Nope. I'm perfectly fine. You?" He popped the p and it took Kaleb off guard for some unknown reason.

"I'm gonna win…"

"Sure, sure." Jake said, and I couldn't help but feel mature in this situation with everyone crowding around them to watch their idiocy.

A few people came into my view, and I could not believe my eyes at first. Five of the most stunning people I had ever seen were gliding our way, looking more like runway models even with their slightly worn apparel. They looked a lot better than we all did, sweaty, dirty, and normal. There was a gorgeous blond who's eyes did not even stray to the display of testosterone in front of them, but then there was a large bear like boy beside her who was grinning hugely at the competition before the blond glared at him.

A pixie like girl who was bone-thin and had an elfin face stood beside a leonine older looking boy with the same golden hair as the girl beside the bear. Who stood out to me the most, was the one I had already met more than once.

All occasions were not good.

Staring at me in all of his god-like glory was a bronze haired, porcelain skinned Edward Cullen. I wondered what it was about him that made me so interested, because even with Jacob I had never had this magnitude of curiosity. I realized at that moment that he knew I was inspecting him. His deep golden eyes were appraising as he saw my engrossed gaze and I hurriedly turned away, mortified from my foolhardy gawking. What I had seen in his eyes was not hatred or anger, but bewilderment. Edward had looked at me because I was looking at him. How pathetic was I to even notice this?

As soon as my head snapped back to the stare-off, my eyes slid back to him from the corner, trying to be sneaky.

"Edward Cullen is looking at you." A girl stated in a stunned tone of voice, I was not sure if I should have been offended or not at it. Her voice was one that I had known. Jessica Stanley, one of my other 'girl friends.' Jessica was one of those girls who was a chatter-box, I also would have bet that she was horrible at keeping secrets for more than a day. "Hey, Jess." I acknowledged, a feeble attempt on my part to sway the conversation in another path.

"I think he likes you." Jess's whisper was not exactly the quietist.

"Shh!" I tried to silence her and to my own downfall, Edward stopped in his tracks along with the elfin girl to stare at me.

"What is it?" Jessica pressed, the expression on her face was that of someone who was snubbed.

"I don't think so." I retaliated in a hushed murmur, lowering my head so that my dark hair covered majority of my face.

I will not look at him. I will not look at him. I will not- "Bella?" Oh, God. Please, no, no, no.

When I raised my head, Edward was there standing roughly six feet away from Jessica and me. My hands remained frozen on the sand as I stared into two pairs of golden eyes fringed with dark lashes.

"Why are you here?" I mumbled almost incoherently, but I could tell he heard me regardless.

"Can't I drop in to say 'hello' without being assaulted?" He queried with a taunting eedge to his velvet smooth voice. I felt my face turn down into a grimace as I noticed we were not alone. Almost every eye was no longer on the match, they were on us. It was a spectrum of diverse eye colors, different ways those eyes gazed.

Jessica was no longer speaking, but I was certain that she was still beside me.

"It depends, not now." My voice was a low hiss as I leapt from my feet. I was intending on stalking off in a drastic, very movie-style way, but when I became aware of Jacob's eyes also on us, I sighed.

"Jake, I will see you later. I think I need to get some more sleep." I lied, and hobbled back towards my tent.

"Alright, Bells." Jacob's voice was cautioned, as if he still was not sure exactly what was going on. Well, he wasn't the only one.

--Flashback--

"No." Edward accepted, but by the way he glowered at me I wish he had said otherwise. I was not in the mood to fight anyone today. In reality, I did not like fighting at all.

Doctor Carlisle and his wife left soon after, holding hands as they ambled across the beach. It reminded me of an old film, guy gets girl and they stroll off into the sunset where there was bound to be a beach conveniently located. It was not near the time for the sun to set, but they picture of the couple was very old fashioned in my eyes.

Edward folded his arms across his chest and we remained silent for an immeasurable amount of time. I had myself unwillingly positioned away from him and he simply stared at my back. It was a troubling experience. I wasn't sure if I would have preferred the dead silence or his sarcastic remarks.

"Why are you so stubborn?" I heard his irresistible voice ask me and I couldn't grasp where he had found this question at such peculiar timing.

"What?" I said, my voice as bemused as my thoughts.

"I believe you heard me, but would you like me to rephrase? I was wondering why you were…So bent on freeing yourself rather than calling for help."

It was clearer, but it also was not something I necessarily wanted to answer.

"I did, but I was sure that no one would hear me. I thought I had a better chance of escaping if I fought with him." I didn't give up, but I did scream while trying to escape my captor.

"I half expected you to be lying on the ground shaking, but your…Response it made me curious." Edward began.

"Why?"

"The way you looked at me, I would have thought that you would have been terrified to see someone you barely knew come for you after what occurred."

I still wasn't sure of what he was getting at.

"I don't know, at first I saw something really…Nevermind."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

"No, tell me, please." His frigid hand was on my shoulder and I shivered from the chill. My eyes met his and I stared into wild fire, his golden eyes burned and flickered. I lost all of my thoughts when my heart accelerated. The casual touch was not one that I should have been freaking out over. I knew that, I was a logical girl. As soon as Edward noticed my abrupt silence, he snatched his hand back with an apologetic expression plastered to his too beautiful face.

"Sorry." He apologized, and I nodded as a sign of forgiveness.

"It was not your fault."

"It was, but you are changing the topic. What did you see?"

I gave in reluctantly, but surely. I would sound insane anyways, so maybe afterwards he would just leave me and my delusions alone. Mentally, I cringed. Why did that idea hurt? I only spoke with Edward once or twice, it would not kill me to never see him again. "I saw you." I began, exhaling a long held breath. "But you were…Not you."

Edward raised an eyebrow, his expression every bit as confused as I felt telling him this.

"I'm not following you." He said, waiting for clarification.

I shifted on the canopy so that my legs were folded instead of dangling loosely off of it. My mind wandered to the beach, how clearly I remembered it now…Edward was gleaming, his pallid skin tinged with an assortment of gems. I could not recall seeing something like that. "I saw you…Sparkling." The conversation ended there for me, because afterwards he did ninety nine point nine percent of the talking in an attempt to convince me that I was insane. The more he spoke, the more I realized he was hiding something, I would have gladly accepted his interpretation of me being mad, but the way he persuade me was not right for my ears.

After much disputing, I decided this time to leave. He was not at all pleased with this, but I reminded him that Carlisle would let me leave as long as I stayed off of my hand. I wasn't sure that was completely accurate, but I needed to be alone. Away from Edward and his cryptic actions.

--End Flashback--

After hobbling back to my tent from my encounter with two of the Cullens, I collapsed onto my 'make-believe' bed and nuzzled my heart against it. It was not the most snug make-shift bed ever, but it was the closest thing. I had, had a long day. Not that they day was even half way over. I just needed to clear my head, though because each time I spoke with Edward Cullen I found myself upset and even more puzzled. The beating of the waves against the shore and the sounds of small chirping birds eventually harmonized into what I thought of as a melody. It aided me greatly in the relaxing process, so much so I was able to fall asleep.

In my deep slumber, there was yet another dream. One that I could not understand to it's fullest extent.

I was running.

I was not sure what my subconscious self was running from, but she, I was horrified. I did not dare to look back as the boards of the halls creaked beneath me. My panicked breaths came quickly and strangled. I felt as if I was choking on something when running, my own fear perhaps. The hall appeared never ending and it only made me swirl around. There was nothing. Nothing but the echo of my foot steps. That of all sounds had scared my subconscious self more than any other noise. I swiveled around again, and sprinted towards the door, my chest heaving out sobs. Yet I was not crying.

A bright white door was held open for me, there was someone there. I bit my lip and a drop of crimson blood fell to the floor. Once I reached the door, someone slammed the door for me.

I saw a viper in my dream. Slithering and worming its way beneath the door I had hidden behind. The room was dimly lit and I knew that my subconscious self did not see the viper coming. I had been too preoccupied by the figure that stood by the doorway. There was a faded radiance that came off of the figure and it made me hopeful. I slowly stepped towards the figure with curious, wide eyes. It slid deeper into the darkness and I extended my arm out not wanting the figure to move away from me so quickly. Crimson flooded my vision and a pain shot through my ankle. I parted my lips to scream, but no noise escaped my trembling lips. My ankle was burning, like someone had injected me with poison.

Apart from the viper at my heel, I was in hiding from something else.

Something greatly more terrifying.

Something that I knew was coming.

"Bella! Bella!" Someone's voice called to me and I could feel the salty tears streaking down my face as a pair of hands rattled my body. I opened my eyes and could not shake the horror of the nightmare. I shrilly shrieked and the person who had found me had their eyes fixated on me with horror imbedded in them. "Shh, shh. You are alright, Bella, do you hear me? You are alright" His voice tried to soothe me, but instead of pacifying me and remaining still I pushed myself onto my knees and backed away from the man.

After a few seconds, my sobs quieted and I returned fully to reality. He seemed to notice that at the same time and he little by little approached me, drawing me into the circle of his arms. "You are okay, Bella. Shh, shh. You are fine. You are here and it is over." I leaned against him and sniffled. The dream, it felt so real. Like I was there. "Don't let it get me…Please." I pleaded, my tears staining Edward's T-shirt.

"You will be fine, Bella. Shh. I am here, it was a dream." Edward tried to appease me, and I sniffled against his frigid chest. My head was dizzy, and I felt sickened. The dream was replaying pieces and sections in my mind over and over again like a broken record. I was wondering if I would ever feel safe again, when sleeping.

Because, right now, as torn and terrified as I was, I had someone there with me.

"What happened?!" A hoard of people stood outside.