Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or New Moon. These characters are Stephanie Meyer's not mine.

CHAPTER 2

I woke with a start, sweat streaming down my face, the bed a twisted cocoon of sheets.

"It was only a dream"

I reminded myself, though the liquid gold eyes pierced my concious mind. The vividness of the nightmare shocked me into a paranoid state and as the sun glanced over the mountain range, I finally arose, my eyes distressed and red as blood.

It was not the first time I had had this dream. It had been a recurring theme over the past few weeks and it always ended in a sleepless night. Ever since I had read that book all those weeks ago my mind seemed to have held onto those powerful images and descriptions as I continuously re-visited them in my nightmare. I put it down to the stress of moving and the impact of the accident finally catching up to me that my mind had absorbed every detail of the novel. But there was something about the dream that I just couldn't put my finger on. It was so real and terrifying. It began and ended in darkness, no light except the halo that seemed to appear around the lion as he stalked me, the lamb. And the eyes. Even when I wasn't sleeping those liquid orbs floated around in the back of my mind, always reminding me what was to come when the lights were switched off.

Today I noticed, with a swift glance out the window, that the sun had decided to come out. It was such a rareity in Forks that it lightened my mood instantly, but not for long.

I laboured through the daily chores; washing, eating cleaning and dusting but nothing could distract me from the horror of the previous night. I decided a walk in the surrounding forest would ease my worries so I headed out, unaware of what was lurking under the trees.

As I walked, I took in all of my surroundings; tall, intimidating trees, infectious moss, clinging to the remains of the fallen kings of the forest. It was a fantastic day, sun beating down like the rhythm of a drum, even stronger than what I'd thought it would be, while the animals of the forest came out to play. Birds, insects and deer all radiating the enticing mood of the day. And as I walked, the terror faded into the background. Along with the warning.

Suddenly, having let my feet get the better of me, I stepped into a clearing. It was so well concealed by the giants that I hadn't noticed it or its beauty. However it was not the startling beauty of the meadow; with its flowers dancing in the wind and the gurgling stream rushing by, that caught my attention. No, what made my breath catch in my throat, my body freeze and my mind struggle with the concepts of lust and fear was the man standing before me, the man with the golden eyes, the man haunting my subconcious.

We stood there for what seemed like hours, though I'm sure it was no longer than a few seconds, and in that time I was able to notice a few things about my predator. The first thing that made me stare in wonder was his skin. It was about midday and so the sun was directly above us, but he did not absorb the sun like I did, he reflected it. His skin sparkled like a thousand diamonds, bouncing rays of light in every direction. This was only enhanced more by his striking beauty. Never in my life had I seen someone so elegant and handsome as he was. His face was perfectly structured, its angular features strong and intimidating. His bare chest hard as rock with every bone and muscle defined and visible. His eyes, amazing as they were, penetrated deep, resurfacing emotions long buried and forgotten.

I held his gaze, unable to look away, as he struggled with himself. An internal battle only he could fight. Then, his decision made, he pounced. I had no time to scream and, even if I did, there was no one there to hear me. As I was flung backwards into a tree, he lowered his lips to my neck. Fangs like knives slid through my skin as he took my life…