A/N: Warning: This is NOT Chapter six, just a little in-between-preface of sorts.
Ps: Writer's Block KILLS! Sorry I haven't updated in like forever. Chapter six is on its way…
The Dream
Bella POV:
I was almost positive that I was dreaming.
For one thing, I was standing in the middle of my old street in Phoenix, yet staring blankly at the small house that Charlie and I occupied in the little town of Forks, which looked oddly bright in the light of the hazy midday sun.
I saw the glint of light coming from the hood of Charlie's cruiser as he pulled into the driveway.
Curious, I walked up to him slowly, watching his expression change as he saw me approaching.
I was not prepared for his reaction to me. He screamed…no…he shrieked; a full body power shriek of terror.
"Dad, what--? I began.
"Stay away from me?" he yelled in fright, backing away and running into his house, slamming the door behind him.
Utterly stunned, I walked next door to where my mother's house stood, and knocked on the door. The same frazzled woman from my past answered, obviously trying to multitask by holding the telephone up to her ear in one hand and mixing a bowl of what looked like cake mix in the other.
When I looked up at her face to smile warmly, she was stricken with what could only be the same fear as Charlie, and the bowl of cake mix clattered noisily to the ground.
My face fell. Oh no. Not Mom too. "Mom, it's me. What's--?"
She slammed the door in my face and I heard the vicious bolting of every lock, preventing my entry.
What's going on? I thought as I continued down the deserted road and into the crowded plaza.
The people walking by stared at me in wonder…or perhaps trepidation. Cars veered out of my way in an attempt to avoid crossing my path.
Why are they afraid of me?
And then, at the corner of the plaza, I saw, in the same dark-colored cloak as he always wore in the gleaming sunshine, Aro Volturi. He stared bluntly at me with an expression that was hard to decipher from far away, but made no move to approach me.
He's come to see if I'm still human… I guessed, beginning to tremble. I have to get out of here.
I sprinted as fast as I could around the corner, but he was already there, standing in all his might, waiting for me. I turned the other way and ran again, but no matter where I went, he always beat me there.
I ducked quickly into a small café, and everyone, upon looking at me, dashed out of the restaurant screaming again, leaving me to my confusion and fear.
I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and expected to see Aro at my side, but when I turned around, it was Edward underneath the dark cloak. I let out a deep sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?" he asked, seeing my distressed expression.
"Everyone's running away from me…" I whispered.
He smiled and led me into the washroom, where he turned me to face the mirror.
I gasped when I saw the reflection.
The girl in the mirror's face was ghostly pale, with dark circles under her eyes.
Her eyes… her eyes were a striking shade of red. No matter how many times she blinked, there they were each time she reopened them; that same bright hue. The girl's blue t-shirt was stained with crimson blood that ran from her perfectly rounded chin to her small waist.
Her perfection was absolutely frightening. But what was even scarier was the girl reflecting the image; me.
I looked at Edward in misunderstanding.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly, moving to brush his lips against my jaw. "Isn't being a vampire all you thought it would be?"
"But they're all afraid of me." I said.
He shrugged. "You're a monster now," he replied simply, "everyone's afraid of you…"
I stared once more, dumbfounded, at the frightening vampire in the mirror; the bit of sunshine coming through the small window in the washroom cast sparkling rainbows against her skin.
An elderly woman walked briskly into the room to wash her hands.
No thought was even required; I pounced viciously…