[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.

[A/N] Today's update is dedicated to my bestie Vampgirl79. I am so happy you love this story so much.

17

Time went by too fast. I wanted to grip on to it and turn the clock backwards so I could drag out my getaway with Isabella for longer. I loved spending time with her.

During our ride back home to Biloxi I was very quiet. I sat next to her, my hand held tightly in hers while the streets around us rushed by. I was safe. There wasn't a time, in long periods, where my visions had left me alone for several hours. Isabella was doing me good.

I smiled and leaned my head against her arm. "I wish we could have stayed longer." Every moment I could spend with her was most precious to me. I didn't have much time left. It had never bothered me this much before I met Isabella. She had changed me. More than I could have imagined it to be possible to be changed. "Can't you turn the car around?" I suggested.

She caressed my cheekbone with her glove. The black suede was soft against my skin. "I wish that too. We will be together before long though. I can't wait to show you more of my world."

The engine of the car rattled. I shifted in my seat and closed my eyes for a moment. Pictures flashed in front of me. The light was dimmed. I could see myself being cuffed by my hands and feet. There was some kind of cloth in my mouth. It had been placed there to stifle my screams. Red eyes glared down at me from above. I could see a blood-smeared mouth turning into a grimace. "Finally." the monster whispered. I tried to scream but nobody could hear me. Nothing could save me.

My stomach cramped. Beads of perspiration trickled down my neck. I whimpered and tried to get the horrible vision to stop by shaking my head back and forth. The monster was coming for me. It was going to get to me when I would be most vulnerable. I was going to die and soon.

I could feel how the car got slower. Breaks squeaked. Then, I was being rocked against a chilly chest. My nose smelled the familiar scent of Isabella's perfume. She stroked my hair and held me close.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. I tried to get my body to stop trembling. My hands reached for my hair that was too short to hide my face behind. Tears burned in the corner of my eyes. "I am really sorry."

Isabella clicked her tongue. Her hands stroked my back. Her lips brushed over my forehead. "Why are you apologizing for having a bad dream?"

I coughed back a lump in my throat and sniffed. My cheeks felt wet when I wiped them with the back of my hand. "My dreams are very real sometimes."

She nodded her head and pulled me even tighter against her chest. It felt good to be held by her like this. After a while, I could feel how the hammering inside my chest slowed down to a steady heartbeat. Isabella's fingertip caressed my ear in lazy circles. "Dreams are just dreams. They don't have any true power over you."

Hiding my face against her shoulder, I nodded my head. If she knew, what would she think? I couldn't tell her. There was no way I could live with her thinking me to be a madwoman. Isabella meant so much to me. The thought of her turning her back on me was unbearable. I smiled and rubbed my nose against her chest. "You are probably right about the dreams." I whispered.

We got out of the car, and Isabella placed a thick plaid blanket on the grass next to the road. It was warm today, despite the clouds above our heads. I would have preferred for sunshine for our picnic though. I wondered if the sun would bring out the tints of red in her beautiful hair.

"You need to eat something." Isabella stated and opened the picnic basket Esme had given to us earlier. She had kissed both of my cheeks for saying good-bye and insisted; we were to come and visit her and Rose again soon. Her blonde companion had barely said a word to me.

"Come and eat. It's too much food to be wasted." She opened the basket and placed the food on the blanket. There was fresh bread, ham, different cheeses and some mouth-watering smelling raspberries. I nibbled on the bread. It had some kind of nuts in it, which made it taste really good. I took a piece of cheese and ate. "Aren't you going to have anything yourself?"

Isabella laughed. She reached for the bowl with raspberries and held one up against my mouth. I hummed when the sweet fruit tickled the tip of my tongue. "More." I whispered. Isabella feed me another berry.

"You need to try these yourself." I stated, taking a raspberry between my fingers. Isabella wrinkled her nose and turned her head when I tried to push the berry between her lips. "Don't. I don't care for fruits. They make my skin break out in an ugly rash."

I ate the berry myself. They were delicious. How could she not like eating them? But if her body couldn't tolerate them, it was understandable. Cynthia always got red spots all over her face when she ate the peaches in our garden.

"What kind of foods do you like?" I asked. I planned on asking father's permission to invite Isabella over for dinner very soon. If my parents could see how amazing she was, they would sure allow me to spend more time in her presence. At least that was what I hoped for.

Isabella pulled me down, making my head rest snugly in her lap. She smiled down at me while she feed me more of the berries and the rest of the food. Her lips brushed over my mouth. "You'll always taste best to me." Her tongue flicked over the corner of my mouth and down to my throat. "Nothing will ever compare to you."

I kissed her lips. Their taste was sweet and cold. I would never get enough of it.