A/N: Decided to continue! Let's see where this leads.

*Three weeks later*

The sun shone through the windows. The beams of light hitting off of Cullen's face.

He let out a groan.

"Ugh..Maker..what time is it?"

Turning around he looked at the clock on the wall. By the look of things it was still very early. Cullen brought his hands down his face letting out a tired sigh as he got up off the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

Amalia stirred in her sleep. When she noticed the side of Cullen's bed was bare her eyes drifted open.

Looking around the room she noticed that the bathroom door was shut.

"Cullen? are you all right?" she asked.

he raised his voice behind the door. "Yes dear, just exhausted is all."

She gave the door a glance as if she could see Cullen on the other side. "Alright, I thought I would ask since of last night.."

Cullen opened the door and gave her a questioning look. "Last night?"

Amalia gave him a glance. "Yes..You don't remember?"

"Apparently not." he said. "Would you care to elaborate?"

"Well..." she trailed off. "You were doing a lot of thrashing around in your sleep and kept saying my name as if someone were taking me from you."

The memories of last night quickly flooded his mind. Calpernia stood over Amalia with a blade to her throat. Amalia was clearly struggling but Cullen could not move at all. every time he would make an attempt he wouldn't budge. Suddenly Calpernia brought her blade across Amalia's throat. All he could do was watch helplessly as blood spewed from her throat as the life drained from her. He tried to scream but couldn't...Then-

"Cullen?...can you hear me?"

He was suddenly brought back to reality.

"Huh?...what?"

"Are you all right?" she questioned as she gave him a glance.

His eyes darkened at the thought.

"Yes..I just need some air."

before he could get away Amalia stopped him.

"Cullen..You know you can tell me anything right?"

she wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head against his bare chest.

Cullen looked down at her. "Yes...but-"

"Cullen.." she said. "Please..tell me." "Maker knows it will only worsen if you don't."

He looked at her unsure of what to say. Then he told her the truth.

"I had a nightmare that Calpernia slit your throat and that I couldn't do anything about it." "I sat there and watched a-as..."

There was frustration in his voice as a tear went down his face.

Amalia looked up at him with sympathy and regret. "Oh Cullen..." "I'm sorry I should have never-"

He let go of her embrace. and sat on the bed.

Cullen looked down to the floor in silence.

Amalia turned to face him. "It was just a dre-"

Cullen shot a look at her that was filled with anger.

"Don't you DARE say it was just a DREAM!" he retorted angrily.

"you DON'T understand what I..." he took a deep breath.

"I am sorry..It just seemed real to me. If it ever did happen.."

Amalia looked at him with sympathy in her eyes.

"It's all right, It won't ever happen. I forgive you."

she approached him and settled onto his lap burying her face into his chest.

"I will always love you no matter what." she whispered.

He wrapped his arms around her and trailed kisses down her neck.

"As will I." His voice was rough as he looked into her eyes.

"Cullen..." she breathed.

he looked at her with a grin. "Yes?.."

"Don't stop.." she sighed.

a more devilish grin crossed his face. "I wasn't planning on it."

~End