Disclaimer: The Characters' and story belong to the amazing Stephanie Meyer, not me.

BPOV:

Breathless

The wedding was two weeks away, and the plans were almost finished. I was ecstatic that all the hectic bustle would soon be dying down, and the day that Edward would make me his forever was fast approaching. I couldn't believe it. I was actually getting excited about the wedding.

"Bella, we need to double check on the floral arrangements." Alice said, breaking into my daydream.

"I want myself, and all the bridesmaids to be holding orchids. White and red orchids. If they don't have those, then make them white and black." I closed my eyes, and ran through the wedding in my mind. "I would love for the entire house to smell like vanilla and freesia for the reception." Vanilla was my favorite scent, and freesia, being my smell, was Edwards.

"Great! I love that your being so specific!" Alice chirped.

I was glad, too. My nightmares were coming more frequently, now. Almost every night. I hoped that they would stop soon enough, though. Who wants to be all scratched up on their wedding day? For right now, though, I pushed all the memories of my terrifying dreams; the look on Jakes face, the menace in his whisper to the back of my mind. I had more pressing issues right now, and I was going to make this day perfect if not just for me, but for Edward. He had been dreaming of this day since we met, and I was going to make sure it was just as he imagined it.

For the rest of the day, the Cullen women crowded around the normally un-used kitchen table and helped me plan. Alice, Esme, and Rosalie, who had become less hostile and more loving towards me in the months since the newborn fiasco, were all sitting in a tight circle around me, making sure that every detail of the wedding that I wanted, I would have.

The Cullen Men were busy at work as well. Emmett, Jasper, Carlisle, and my Edward were busy building the platform that we would be standing on for the ceremony, which was to be held here at the Cullen's house at dusk.

"Its twilight", he murmured, looking at the western horizon. "it's the safest time of day for us, the easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way…the end of another day, the return of the night." Twilight - pg 233

I remembered his words on that day, after his endless strain of questions about my life and my childhood. Explaining to him about growing up in Phoenix with my mother, trying to describe to him why I found it so beautiful…

I hoped that, after the wedding, he would no longer look at twilight as a sad hour…but as a time where our love had finally come together. After everything we had seen, everything we had lived through, everything we had over come. We would finally be Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen.

Isabella Swan, I promise to love you forever. Every single day of forever… Eclipse

I smiled at the memory, knowing that it would soon become our reality.

As if he had read my thoughts, Edward came up behind me, grabbing my hand and kissing his mother's ring that was now mine. I turned to look in his eyes, noticing that they had changed from the topaz color I was so accustomed to, to a dark amber with black lining the edges. We had been so occupied with the planning, and now my curious nightmares, that he hadn't been hunting.

"You were looking so thoughtful, I didn't want to disturb you. Although I could not resist it, with you looking so gorgeous." he confessed, sliding the strap of my tank top off my shoulder just a bit, planting a kiss on my collar bone.

My cheeks flushed crimson. I was not used him being so physical with me in front of his family, and I wasn't sure how they would react to it. I glanced up quickly only to realize that we were alone, the other Cullen's obviously trying to give us some moments to ourselves.

"No need to be embarrassed, Love. They will be seeing much more of that once were married." He winked at me, making me blush once more.

"How ill miss that." he said, sliding his cold fingers across my cheekbone, a sad smile crossing his too perfect face. I looked down at the floor, the same nagging fear, that he would not want me the same way he did now after I was changed, crept up into my stomach. I cleared my throat, trying to look away so that he wouldn't see the change in my face.

He noticed. Before I knew what was happening he lifted me out of the chair and onto his lap, sitting where I had just been, and cradled my head into the crook of his neck. Even though he couldn't read my mind, he knew what I was thinking.

"Bella, my love, How many times must I tell you not to worry?" he asked, sounding a bit flustered.

"A few more times." I admitted, biting on my lower lip.

Before He could say another word, a loud crash came ringing from the kitchen. Edward, looking alarmed, leaped up and sprinted through the doorway, me still in his arms.

"ALICE!" Edward and I yelled in unison.

She was kneeling on her hands and knees in the middle of the kitchen floor, a crystal bowl she must have been holding, shattered all around her. Her hands were clenched into fists, and they were bleeding. She let out a muffled scream, and when she looked up, a familiar glaze came across her eyes. She was having a vision.

Edward was at her side in an instant, unclenching her hands and laying them out flat so she wouldn't force the glass any farther into her palms. He picked her up so that she was no longer on the floor, but leaning beside the unused kitchen table.

"Alice, what do you see?" he asked her.

"BELLA!" she yelled, and a familiar feeling hit me like a punch to the gut. James. The same thing happened when she saw me run to James. My hands started to shake… Edward, however, was unnaturally calm.

"Alice, tell me what you see, sweetheart."

"Bella… She's hurt. Oh god, Bella, just hang on!" she was getting frantic. She held her hand out in front of her, like she was trying to grab something…or someone…

"BELLA! NO!" she screamed one final time, then slumped over onto the table, and became very still.

"Edward, what did she see?" the sound of Jasper's voice made me jump, not realizing that the rest of the Cullen's had heard the commotion, and came to check on Alice.

"Im not sure. She just kept yelling Bella's name." He replied. When he looked over at me, his face was calm and composed, but his eyes betrayed his the look. They were jet black.

Just then, Alice's head snapped up and her eyes locked onto mine. He breath came out in ragged gasps as her palms were still dripping blood. I couldn't stop staring at her hand. It was the first tine I had ever seen any of them bleed before. It dripped red, im not sure why I was expecting different, but it was dark. Darker than it should have been. And the smell…

It smelled wrong. Not the normal salt and rust that made my stomach churn, but like must. Old. Wrong.

"Bella…" she managed to rasp out, snapping my attention away from her hand and back to her face, "we have a huge problem."

She wasn't hiding the edge of fear in her voice.

"Alice…what did you see?" Edward asked her, almost in a whisper.

"I saw Bella, bleeding. She was in the woods somewhere, and…" she trailed off. She kept looking from my face and back to Edwards. I had never seen that sort of sadness in her before. I did not like it. She opened her mouth to speak again, nut this time, she looked directly at Edward as she spoke.

"Edward… She was dead." Now six pairs of eyes flashed back to my face, and as my consciousness left me, Edward caught me before I hit the floor .