Hi everyone! I am so happy to be able to continue with this story. I was very, very happy with the reviews I got from the preface. I never realized that reviews would make me this happy when I began writing this story. Thank you to all who reviewed and enjoy this new chapter.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight or New Moon. Both of those very fabulous books are the property of Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 1

Fright

I woke up suddenly from my dream. Had that been real? I looked around my room in alarm. Everything was there, my rocking chair, my desk, my window, my bed, Edward…

I jumped slightly when my eyes found him. Flashed from my dream crossed my mind in bits

I held the glass to my wrist, and pulled it sharply, creating a thin but deep wound. Edward looked at me in horror as I knelt down besides him.

"It's okay," I cooed, "just do it."

Edward closed his eyes, opened his eyes and bit down on my wrist.

That one scene played in my mind before Edward sat up from his lying position on my bed. He wrapped his marble arms around me and looked down at my horror filled expression with his own.

"Bella, love, what's wrong?"

I didn't respond and he lightly shook me. This brought me back into reality enough to say something.

"Um…yeah. I'm fine. I just…had a bad dream, that's all," I responded with little conviction to my voice. He stared deeply into my eyes, still worried, but he nodded his head.

"Alright. If that's all you say. Do you want to tell me about it?" he asked, but I could hear the underlying curiosity.

"Not right now, maybe later. I just want to take a shower," and what I spoke was true. A layer of sticky sweat had formed on my forehead and all over the rest of my body. That dream had really shaken me up.

"Go take a shower; I'll be right here," he said with my favorite crooked smile. He had instantly changed his expression to one of happiness to make me feel better, I knew.

I nodded and stood. I stumbled slightly and Edward stuck out his arm as balance. I gave him a thank you smile and proceeded to my closet. Once there, I shuffled through my hangers of clothes before I settled on a long, dark blue sweater and a pair of black jeans. They were both from my most recent shopping trip with Alice, but surprisingly, I loved both of them. I normally hated everything I bought- or rather she bought- on those shopping trips, but this was the one exception. They both flaunted the little curves I had and the color contrasted nicely against my skin, as Edward so fondly told me.

I snatched my bag of toiletries on the way out the door and walked slowly to the bathroom. It was dark all through the house, and from the windows downstairs, it looked as if it was still dark outside. I wondered what time it was, but didn't dwell on it too long.

I shut the bathroom door quietly behind me-I didn't want to wake up Charlie if he was still sleeping- and undressed. I shivered once all of my clothes were shed and in a heap on the ground. The cold linoleum that made contact with my feet send shivers up my back and all through my body. I turned on the shower and got in when it was hot.

The way they beat down on my back in gentle pit-pats and helped me relax. That dream, as somber as it was, seemed so real. It was like I could feel the pain of the glass against my veins and the concrete under me in the dream. That one last part constantly ran through my mind.

Edward wouldn't do that. But it he was in the state he was in there, he could. I toiled with the possibilities of the dream, and each second that passed, frightened me more and more. I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was so real about that dream. It was like when you are a little kid and you dream of having a huge birthday party. In the dream you open all the presents and get all the things you have ever wanted and play all the games with your friends. But when you wake up and look all around the room for your presents and you ask your mom,

"Mommy, where are my presents?"

And she answers, "What presents, sweetie?"

At that moment you know it was a dream, but it was so real and so good, you wished it were real.

That was how this dream was, only it was the opposite. It wasn't a good dream at all. Not because I didn't want to actually be Super Man for a change and save Edward, I just never wanted to see that look in his eyes. I never wanted him to feel so helpless, like I had felt so many time before. Like with James, with the Volturi, with Laurent, they were so much stronger than me and I could do nothing against their power. That was one thing I never wanted Edward to feel.

The faucet soon poured out cold water as the hot ran out and I turned off the shower. If anything, the shower had helped to sort out my thoughts. The small window over my shower and the mirrors were fogged up, and the air was thick with steam. I pulled my towel around me and wrung out my wet hair into the sink. I found a small towel under the sink and wiped off the mirrors before I brushed my teeth. I grabbed a comb from out of my bag and pulled it through my hair. I encountered a few knots, but nothing too serious.

After I was fully dresses, I patted a towel through my hair once again and headed out of the bathroom. I made my way back into my bedroom.

I began to wonder how long I had actually been in the shower. It was bright outside -or so it seemed from inside the house. It was not the kind of bright like sunny-bright, but more bright like through-clouds-bright. I walked through my room, dropping my dirty pajamas into the hamper and putting my toiletries back on my desk.

Edward was still on my bed, but had different clothes on. My guess was that he ran home when I was in the shower. He saw me staring at the clothes and spoke.

"I went home quickly." I nodded in response and went to sit next to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sat down on his knees, my side pressed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the top of my wet hair.

"Strawberry?" he asked about my shampoo.

"Yep."

We sat like that for a few minutes longer before Edward lifted me from the bed and ran downstairs. He lightly placed me at the kitchen table and went to the cupboards to look for food.

"What would you like?" he wondered, rapidly scanning the refrigerator and the cabinets, "Cereal, oatmeal, pancakes, eggs, bacon?"

"How about cereal? If it's not to much of a bother…" I replied in a light tone.

"Whatever you wish," he said back in the same tone. I laughed softly and smiled, and in a moment he placed my cereal in front of me. I ate quickly, not really tasting the food. I was too preoccupied with watching Edward watching me. His mouth turned up into a crooked smile and I smiled bigger. He laughed suddenly and I looked down to see I had dropped my spoon, full of cereal to the ground. Before I could move, he was already wiping it up and was seated again.

I blushed crimson and looked down. There was nothing left in my bowl except milk so I just watched it and the reflection of the room on it. That was certainly embarrassing. Why did I have to be a klutz?

A cool hand reached out and lifted my chin, gently. I raised my eyes to meet Edward's warm, honey ones. He was knelt down to the side of my chair on his knees.

"Don't be embarrassed; it was cute," he laughed. I blushed deeper and I heard his musical laugh fill the room. How was he so perfect? Everything about him was perfect…and then there was me. Just plain old me.

His pale fingers brushed across my cheek in the pattern of the blush and he pulled me toward him. He bent his head forward and met my warm lips with his cold ones, softly. I responded a little more than softly and I moved my lips against his, in time with his. I felt him smile against my lips when I knotted my fingers in his hair. He slowly pulled back and took my hand.

"Ready for school?" he asked. I looked at the clock on the stove:

8:01 A.M.

"Yes, are you?"

" Whenever you are."

I stood, Edward followed and we went back up stair to fetch my book bag. I took it from my desk chair and we walked back down the stairs. He took my backpack from me, acting like it was as light as a feather. To him it probably was. Another added plus of being a vampire: super-speed, super-beauty, and super-strength.

I snagged my raincoat on the way out the door and locked it behind me. I walked beside him, matching his pace to my own, and walked to his car. He held the passenger side door open for me and I climbed in. My backpack was put in the backseat and he was in the drivers seat with a quick burst of speed. He revved the engine and began pulling out of the driveway.

I laid my head against the seat behind me and closed my eyes. I couldn't believe it was only Monday, I was already exhausted. That dream had taken a lot out of me.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked again.

"I'm just tired. Don't worry, I'll be fine," I replied. Opening my eyes, I turned to him and gave him a small smile.

"You just seem quiet today, is all," he muttered.

As I turned away from him once again to fall into a partial sleep, I failed to notice the burgundy eyes staring at me from the trees next to the road- the eyes that could ultimately lead to my demise.

I hope you all liked the chapter! As stated before, reviews make me very, very happy and make me want to write faster, so if you want another chapter, than review! I don't know when I am going to update, sometime soon I hope. I am working on the 2nd chapter right now.

-CJ

P.S. Just a little clue: the preface dream wasn't/ isn't going to be JUST a dream. That's all I'll say right now. Also, give a huge thanks to my editor: Misery's-Toll!