A/N: This scene was intended to go in Chapter 14, Monday overnight, after Bella learns of Edward sneaking into her room, but before she goes to visit the Cullens on Wednesday. It was just the first draft (from brain to screen) so it's not perfect.
Bella was on the beach again. Between herself, Jacob and Carlisle, there was a massive sand castle being built. It included turrets, battlements, moat, drawbridge, and a portcullis. There was even a dungeon – Jacob's doing. Across from her, his fingers curled into the sand, claw-like, as he glared behind her shoulder.
"You shouldn't be here," Jacob said as he had before, and again Bella felt herself grabbed from behind. Cold marble arms encircled her, and Edward's voice whispered into her ear.
"I forgot to say hello." His lips were so close that she felt them brush her lobe. Then they were skirting down the side of her neck, light and teasing. Bella was frozen. Her brain screamed to get away but her body could do nothing, locked tight in Edward's supernatural embrace. The lips he had pressed to the side of her neck spread, and Bella felt the reverberation of his groan before his teeth pierced her skin.
Bella screamed and shot straight up in bed. Awake, her hand flew to her neck, feeling for a cut that wasn't there. There was a rattle of her doorknob and the door to her room pushed open a half-inch, only to be stopped by the chair Bella had propped there before locking the window and slipping into bed.
"Bella!" Charlie called, voice full of alarm.
"I'm here, Dad. I'm okay." Bella quickly scrambled out of her bed, and pulled the chair back.
Charlie entered her room, eyes still wide from alarm and concern. He hadn't stopped to dress and stood there wearing only his Dress Gordon flannel pajama pants. "What happened?"
"I had a nightmare."
"And the chair?"
"Um…" Bella hated lying to Charlie. "I did it earlier. I kinda woke up still dreaming, and I blocked the door. Then I fell back asleep, back into the same nightmare."
"Jesus, Bella." Charlie looked at his daughter, his face reflecting his desire to understand. "You're sleepwalking now, too?"
"No. I was awake when I did it, just still scared from the dream and not thinking clearly." Pulling the offending piece of furniture back further away from Charlie, Bella turned and put it back in front of her desk.
"Must've been one hell of a dream. You don't usually scream, Bella. This is the second time now."
"Yeah – it was the same dream, sort of."
"Hmm." Keeping his eyes on Bella, Charlie walked over to the desk and turned the chair around before sitting in it. "Tell me about it."
"Uh…"
"Don't tell me you can't remember. You just said it was the same dream from March."
Bella sat on her bed without any grace, causing it to bounce briefly. "I'm being attacked."
Charlie waited for more. Bella considered telling him that she dreamed about vampires- that was a typical horror image. Technically it was true. Yet, she didn't even want to present a suggestion of the idea of vampires to Charlie. She had a secret to protect, however innocent the explanation might seem.
"It starts on La Push. I'm on the beach with Jacob and Dr. Cullen and I'm just grabbed from behind and dragged away. Sometimes I'm hurt, sometimes I wake up before anything happens other than being grabbed."
"Huh." Charlie frowned. "I'm no psychologist, but you're upset because someone is pulling you away."
Bella nodded. "Yes."
"Away from Jacob and Dr. Cullen?"
Bella didn't know why, but she blushed. "Yeah, I guess."
Charlie's tone changed. "Are they getting along okay – in your dream?"
"Um, yes."
"They're not fighting for your affection?" This time the tease in Charlie's voice was unmistakable.
"Dad!"
"This third person dragging you away from your men, is it another suitor?"
"I don't know. I never see him." Bella was beet red. "Dad, this is not a nightmare about sex."
"Ah-da-da-da-de," Wincing, Charlie raised his hand warningly and stuttered. "Okay, too far." Charlie lowered his hand and looked back at Bella. "Listen, Bella. Do you remember how to throw a punch?"
"Yeah."
Charlie nodded. "Good. I don't want you getting hurt, or even dreaming about getting hurt. I'll bring home a can of mace after my next shift. I want you to have it, okay?"
"Okay."
Charlie stood up and walked over to the door again. He paused. "I want you to be safe, Bella," he said to the wall.
"I will be," Bella promised.
That was enough. Charlie left the room, shutting the door behind him.
A/N: I cut this from Chapter 14 because I thought that it made more sense after Edward and Rosalie remind Bella of what happened to her in Port Angeles. However, moving it down two more days makes it a little more problematic, and I had to make a lot of changes to fit it into Chapter 15. So, this is sort of a preview, since Bella will still have this nightmare (sans Carlisle) in the next chapter, of not the same aftermath with Charlie.
I'm going to miss the bit with the chair, and Charlie's teasing backfiring, and Bella denying that it's a dream about sex (which, of course, it sort of is).
In other news, roughly 5 weeks to go until baby is born! I've promised myself to get Chapter 15 finished and posted, but I think it's unlikely that Chapter 16 will be ready to go before then.
Looking for a pre-reader, someone who will get to see deleted scenes like this and discuss with me why it fits/doesn't fit. It'll only be an occasional time commitment, as you can probably guess from the paragraph above. PM if you're interested.
Thanks everyone!