Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse, but I do own "Waning" -from the point of reference, that I wrote "Waning"-. Stephanie Meyer is an amazing writer, but I am nowhere near her skill. Have fun reading. Please Read&Review!
I know this should have gone in the beginning, but better late than never.
Uhm, I know this is short, but I need the dream to be understood, so my story may
progress.
Skootle is a made up word, but I though, the word fit better than any others I could find in the dictionary. My definition:
Skootle: (sk oo tul) verb, to shuffle quickly, or to carefully trot away
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My mind was on the day's events, just up until I lost all connection with the world, and
fell into a deep sleep. If the season were winter, and I were a little bigger, I could have been a hibernating bear; a bear no one would want to disturb for fear of their head being bitten off. I was aware of the snoring when I was partially awake, but now, I had not a clue in the world to anything. I was literally doing nothing. As Christopher Robin (an A.A. Miline character from Whinnie the Pooh) once said, "Nothing is a very hard thing to do," and as Leo (of Stargirl, by Jerry Spinelli) said, "It is impossible to do nothing." But there I was. Doing nothing. Not thinking, not dreaming, not feeling, not seeing, nothing. That was when, I was so absorbed in nothing, my trance grew weak, and I slipped back into the dream from the night before.
The difference between last night's dream, and this night's dream, was that, this dream had such great detail; I could see every fold, in every crinkled leaf, every specific attribute of my surroundings, including the mystery follower.
Jacob I breathed into the harshly cold air.
Bella Jacob spoke.
I was at this point, that I saw him step ever-so-slightly towards me, like a hunter towards a dear; careful not to make to much noise, or put as much as one toe out of line, for the fawn might skootle away. Another step, and another; being agonizingly slow with each step. His facial expression changed, as his dormant expression turned into one of purpose and destination. One last, kind step, and then Jacob broke into a run. He cried my name. Wind pulled me away from him, and I heard Edward's whisper in my ear.
"Run," Edward said, panicked, "Get to a safe place."
Edward would not misguide me. Even though Jacob was my friend, Edward was the one I loved, and whom I was about to share my life with. If I couldn't trust him, what sanity in the world was there? But what was so frightening about Jacob?
I turned and started to sprint. My gym teachers told me to never do this, but, I felt so much adrenaline pumping through my veins, there was no reason not to. I felt the wind whipping at my face. I looked at my feet. They were going much faster than normally. I looked back at Jacob, who wasn't far behind.
How did I suddenly have so much speed? I would have thought Jacob would have caught up to me by now.
Jacob called to me, but as I remembered what Edward said, I kept running. I heard, faintly, in the distance,
"Bella, wait, I have something to tell you."
I could no longer turn back, for a light was tugging at me now; pulling me away from Jacob. Edwards voice was soothing, and his cool arms wrapped around my torso, hugging me securely. The clock read five to four. Before Edward even knew I was awake, I pretended to be asleep. My love held me tight, but I could not resist thinking of what just happened.
