Disclaimer - The story and characters do not belong to me. They belong to the wonderful Stephanie Meyer

BPOV:

Nightmares

The next morning, I woke up to Edward whispering in my ear. I couldn't really make out his words at first, through my grogginess and the fact that the two of us had been awake for most of the night. At first I couldn't sleep because of my nightmare. Then, after my little show with the blood, Edward couldn't keep his hands away from me.

He was constantly kissing my hair and my lips, putting his hands on my face, winding his fingers through mine. Finally, after he had calmed himself down enough, he began to hum me my lullaby, and I gently drifted into sleep.

Now here we were, just a few short hours later, and we was trying to rouse me yet again.

"Its time to wake up, Love." He was whispering.

I stretched, putting my arms above my head, a little squeak accidentally escaping from my lips. He looked at me with his crooked grin, and I flushed pink, as usual. I looked at the clock. 7:30 a.m.

"Ugh. Edward, its so early." I grumbled.

"I know, darling. But Alice has already been screaming at me to get you to the house. She has finally perfected the brides maid's dresses, and she needs for you to look at them to see how you like them."

"Like she doesn't already know." I grumbled again, and he smiled. I knew that there was no use in protesting, so I asked Edward for my normal 'human minutes' while grabbing some clean clothes and heading for the bathroom.

I took a long hot shower to try to loosen the knots that were plaguing my back. I was so tense from everything that was going on; my wedding, my honey moon, my change, and more recently, my nightmares, I didn't think the knots would ever go away. After brushing through the tangles in my wild hair and dressing, we climbed into my old, beat up red truck and headed out of the town limits toward the Cullen House.

--

Alice was standing on the front steps when we arrived, practically jumping up and down with excitement. She loved me being her little guinea pig slash Barbie doll, and now that the wedding was getting so close, she was getting a little carried away. Every day I had to endure the brutal terrain of her gigantic bathroom as she came at me with curlers, hot irons, lipstick and mascara, trying on a thousand different outfits and going over a billion different dress designs. I was so glad that she had finally found a design that was going to work.

"Come on, Bella!" she yelled excitedly. "You have GOT to see these dresses! You will just DIE!"

Edward and I just stared at her.

"Its just a figure of speech! Come on, Bella." she yanked my hand and practically dragged me up the stairs. "Your going to love them."

I turned and looked longingly at Edward as he mouthed the words "Im sorry" as I was being dragged away. Once we were inside the house, she led me over to the large living room, where several different patterns were laid out all over the couch, love seat, and coffee table. Alice, however didn't say a word. She just stared at me with a huge grin plastered on her face.

"Which one of these is the design?" I asked her.

"None of them!" she said, practically dancing in place. "Ill go and get my maid of honor dress and show you! Oh, trust me Bella" she said when she saw me wince. She knew I hated all this planning. "Your going to absolutely love them." and with that, she ran from the room.

It took her less than a minute to run back into the room, a plastic garment bag slung over her arm. The laid it over the back of the couch and unzipped it in a hurry. Seconds later, I was staring at the most amazing dress I had ever laid eyes on, other than my wedding dress. It looked like it might have been silk, so smooth looking, and soft to the touch. It had one thick strap that crossed the right shoulder, leaving the other bare and open, with a corset bodice in the middle and a slit from thigh to ankle down both sides. But the most beautiful thing about it was the color. It was honey-gold, and shimmered when the light hit it.

Just like the eyes I had grown so accustomed to, and the perfect skin that glittered in the sunlight. I could feel the tears rimming my eyes. I looked at this dress, and all I could see was my Edward. My angel.

"Well?" she asked me breathlessly.

"Oh, Alice. Its perfect." The tears were coming now. I could feel them sliding down the side of my cheeks, and then I felt the cold of Edwards hand wipe them away.

"What is the matter, My love?" he asked me in practically a whisper.

"Absolutely nothing." I said, moving to place my arms around his neck so that I could look into his eyes. "Everything is perfect."

He smiled his perfect smile, and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. When he pulled away, I was reluctant to let him stop. I poked my bottom lip out like a pouting little child, and he laughed at my adolescent reaction.

"Don't worry love. There will be plenty of time for that later. But for now, We do need to go and speak to Carlisle. He needs to be informed about your dream so that we can find out what it means."

I nodded. I knew he was right, but I was definitely scared to tell Carlisle about my dream. I was scared that he would know what had happened to me, and the explanation would be something awful; and I was scared that he may not know what had happened to me, and there would be no explanation at all. Never the less, I had to tell him. Even if he had never heard of anything like this before, I needed to tell him so that he would be able to find something out about it.

I nodded to Edward once more, telling Alice that I would be back soon, and we headed up the wooden staircase towards Carlisle's study.

--

Carlisle sat in silent for what seemed like forever; his hand gently cupped around his chin, thinking silently. Then, after what seemed an eternity, he finally spoke.

"Bella, I'm so very sorry. I hate that this is happening to you, but I have absolutely no explanation for it. In all my years, I have never heard of anything like this happening." He explained. "However I am most definitely going to research these happenings. We must learn more about it before it turns even more dangerous."

My hands fell into my lap, and I looked at the floor, deflated. Now what am I going to do?Im a freak who's getting sliced up by her own dreams. I thought bitterly. I was getting more angry by the second.

"Carlisle, I appreciate you trying to help. I think im going to go back downstairs with Alice and finish with the wedding plans if that's alright with you." I told him. Edward looked at me like I was insane.

"That's perfectly alright, Dear. You go work on your plans. You don't have but just a few short weeks left!" With that, he stood and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Don't you worry yourself, Bella. We will find out what is happening." then he turned to the bookcase behind his desk, and began thumbing through the pages of a medial dictionary.

Once we were back in the hall, Edward grabbed me by the shoulders and pressed me into his chest, my face nestled in the crook of his neck. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, fighting back the angry tears threatening to spill over.

"Wow, Bella. You must be quite upset to want to go back to Planning!" he said, trying to lighten my mood.

It worked. The ends of my mouth curled up in a smile, but it didn't completely reach my eyes. I was hoping that if Edward did notice, he wouldn't say anything. Of course, I was wrong.

"Don't you worry yourself, Bella. Nothing is going to hurt you. I will make sure of that. Now, lets go downstairs and work on planning the rest of our lives, shall we?" He tilted my head to his, kissing the corners of my mouth with his cold, marble lips.

"That sounds wonderful." There we descended the wooden steps. "I love you, Edward."

"I Love you, too, My Bella."

Now, we walked away hand in hand. And so we would, Forever.

--

It was dark. I was in the woods again, and I could hear the rain hitting the tops of the trees. I could feel that someone was there with me, standing close behind me, but I did not know who. I tried to remain calm and maintain my breathing, but it was not working out well.

"Bella…" I heard a whisper behind me. I went stiff. Somehow, the voice was familiar.

"Bella, please…" Who is that, I wondered.

I had to know who this person was. I turned around slowly, only to come face to face with a pair of glowing eyes. The creature let out a soft growl, and there was a shifting sound, followed again by my name.

"Bella?" this time I recognized the gruff voice.

"Jake? What the hell are you doing out here?" I asked, relieved that it wasn't a bear or other large animal about to maul me to death.

"Bella…" he said again.

"What, Jake?" Nothing. This time, there was No answer. "Jake?"

I was picked up and shoved hard into a large tree that was directly behind me. The breath was temporarily knocked from my lungs, and I struggled to breath as my arms were being pinned to the tree above my head by a very strong grip.

"Jake, what the hell are you doing?" I asked him for the second time. He didn't answer. All I could hear was the sound of his breathing as his face came closer to mine. Then, when his nose was almost touching mine, he whispered…

"Bella. No…"

I looked at him, confused. What is he talking about? Then, his face turned slightly sideways, and his face came closer to mine. No, Jake. Don't kiss me. Don't do this. Before his lips could land on mine, he was jerked backward by something I could not see. As he fell, the hands that were pining mine to the tree grasped harder, trying to hold on. He dug his nails into my wrists, and I winced at the pain, but whatever had him would not let go. He was jerked away, his nails leaving six inch scratches down my arm.

"JAKE! JAKE, NO!" I screamed after him, jabbing my good hand into the darkness, searching for his. I found nothing. He was gone.

Cold hands on my shoulders. I was being shaken hard, and suddenly, I bolted upright into a pair of marble arms.

I was back in my room again, Edward cradling me to his chest, shushing me.

"Its alright, Love. You're safe. Don't worry." He was saying. I reached down, and this time when I felt the warm liquid dripping from my arm, I was not surprised. I sighed and sat there while Edward held me. I was still shaking, and I was very cold.

"Edward, Im bleeding again. I don't want it to bother you, so if you could let me up so that I can look at it…." but I felt his finger press lightly to my lips. He turned on my bedside lamp, so that he could check my wounds to see if they were deep enough for stitches. He shook his head, though, when I asked him if they were necessary.

"We'll just have to wrap it up. Plus, I think we should show it to Carlisle, in case you need a rabies shot." he said, pondering.

"A Rabies shot?" I almost choked on the words. I hated needles.

"Yes, love. You said it was the dog that scratched you. I want to make sure he was not rabid."

I glared at him, but did not disagree. If I was being really being cut whenever it happened in a dream, I don't think getting rabies from the dream-Jacob would surprise me.

"Holy Crow! What am I going to tell Charlie?" I almost yelled it, and Edward had to place his hand over my mouth to quiet me down.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I think I have that part all worked out." He said with a sly grin. That grin meant that I was not going to find out about the plan until Charlie did, but I was too tired to argue. So I just laid my head back on his stone chest, and tried to relax. Soon, he started to hum my lullaby and he ran his cold fingers through my hair, and in a matter of minutes I was drifting back to sleep.

--

When I awoke, I was alone in my bed. I slid my hand around the sheets looking for Edwards cold hand, but found nothing. He left? Why would he leave? I sat straight up in bed, only to find that he was sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of my room, just like he had that first night he had stayed.

"Hi." I whispered.

He looked at me, a sad smile on his face, and simply nodded.

"Edward, what is wrong?" He locked his eyes on mine for just a moment, and then looked back down to the floor. "Edward, please?"

He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing his eyes shut. "Bella…" he started.

"Yes?" I sat there waiting, but he didn't continue. So I waited. When he looked up at me again, this he must have seen the desperation in my face because he was at the side of my bed in an instant, holding my hand in his. His words came out in a rush…

"Bella, im so ashamed of myself. Last night, when you were cut and bleeding, all I could think about is how much I wanted to bend down and taste your blood. You were sitting there hurting, and I wanted to feed from you!"

"Edward, why would you be ashamed at that?" I looked at him, a little confused. "You're a vampire for cripes sake! That's what your supposed to do, isn't it?"

"NO!" he was shouting now. Thank goodness it was late in the morning and Charlie had already left for work. "I am not supposed to be thinking about tasting the blood of the woman I love, especially when she is in pain!" He covered his face with his hands, laying his head in my lap. "Oh God, Bella, I am SO sorry!"

I sat amazed. I put my hand under his chin, lifting his gaze to mine.

"Edward, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. I love you, and that is a part of the you that I love. If you hadn't wanted to taste my blood, I probably would have felt inadequate, like you didn't want me anymore." I looked away from his gaze, embarrassed that I had let that slip out.

I heard his sharp intake of air as what I said registered to him, and then this time it was his turn to make me look at him.

"Bella, that is completely absurd. I want you now, and I will want you for the rest of eternity. Nothing is going to change that. Don't you ever forget that."

With that, he pressed his mouth to mine, and we sat together for the rest of the night in our tight embrace. Me, and my dark angel.