AN: Another chapter, another night of worrying if anyone is going to like it. To spare me that pain, plz review, or send me a message anything to say that u loved it, or hated it. I wrote this chapter because of requests i got. So this is about the daydreams that Emmett and Edward had in the previous chapter: The Hunt. Hope you enjoy this break from the story (which really isn't a break) And plz pretend that vampires can dream! If you can'y you're either too opsessed or don't have enough imagination!

Disclaime: I own nothing except for maybe my hair, maybe.

Emmett POV

There was a flower

A very particular flower. Its leaves shone gold and its stem silver. It was surrounded by a whole field of flowers, each as beautiful as this one. But for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of this one. Every time I tried to look away the sun struck it again and the glittering caught my eyes. For hours, it seemed, I stared at this flower. Hardly daring to move, in case the faint churn of the air killed it somehow. Then I thought about how stupid it was to be transfixed by a flower. I was about to stomp on it when a faint exquisite voice whispered in my ear,

Touch it.

So that's what I did. With one finger I gently tapped a soft petal. And all the petals fell away. Stunned I sat down and almost started to cry when I heard trumpeting in the sky. Looking up I saw a chariot, pilled by invisible forces descend onto the earth. The chariot was the brightest pink I had even seen, only emphasized by the blue sky. Inside the chariot standing straight and tall was a stunning lady.

For even it took for the chariot to finally reach the ground. I paced back and forth, impatient. When it landed I rushed over to escort who ever was inside. Just as I had thought the prettiest women was in the chariot. Her blonde locks lustrous and curling. Eyes as gold as the flower I had killed. Perfectly arched eyebrows and prominent cheeks without the stretching of the skin. So frail her body was that I felt that it I touched it, it would shatter like porcelain. The pale silver dress didn't help give her any body either. Oddly enough though there was something very familiar about this woman.

"Hello Emmett,"

I gasped it was Rosalie. Her voice the most harmonious of music, but it was still hers.

"But…but…you…I…" I stammered.

She smiled radiantly, "I need someone to help me down, will do you the kind deed sir?"

Still shocked, I nodded, and started to help Rosalie out of the chariot. She even stood beautifully! Once on the ground, she curled around me.

"Am I not your greatest wish?" she whispered, running a finger down my arm.

It sent shivers down my back.

I didn't reply he beauty took my breath away. Gently she laid me on the ground then stood over me, towering like a god. Circling me once more, she started to sing a lullaby, and my limbs became heavier and heavier.

"Say you want me," she said, stroking my face.

"I want you," the words stuck fast to my throat, I had to choke them out.

An evil grin accompanied my words. Suddenly the sky turned dark and ominous clouds rolled across it, glowing a sickly green. I was afraid. Rosalie didn't see, to notice, she still locked eyes with me. Then in a flash she stood up and ripped off her clothing

It was far worse than I had imagined.

Like one of those quick-changes Rosalie became a different person. Her skin turned green and scaly. Soft nails and teeth became talons and fangs. But the most gruesome of all was that her hair was turned into hundreds of hissing snakes. No longer did I want to stay here, locked into her cat like stare. I tried to stand up but found my whole body had turned to stone.

Cackling, Rosalie picked me up and brought me to a bubbling volcano. Then she leaned over it and tossed me in to the scorching liquid, with out hesitating.

"That's for hitting on Bella," she called after me as I sank deeper, and deeper.

I shuttered outside my dream.

Edward POV

There was Bella.

She stood shyly, waving at me, her eyes deep and transfixing. A breeze ruffled her hair, sending tremendous waves of smell at me. It made my mouth water and my skin tingle. She smiled, inviting me over and I took a step to join her. Suddenly, before my shocked eyes, she gasped and fell down, the light extinguishing from her eyes. Too quick for me to do anything. I tried to call to her, but no words came out. Even as fast as I reached her, it was no use, she was dead. Tears splashed down onto my arms as I cradled her back and forth. Then a faint whisper of sound caught my ears, and I stopped, cocking my head.

High pitched giggling became more prominent. Trying to locate the sound I found it impossible, it came from everywhere, even me. I backed away slowly, and the laughter stopped, just like that.

They attacked.

From behind Bella they came, their numbers fearsome. Scared, I ran, the hundreds of Smirfs chasing after me. Their wide, wolfish smiles and fake cherry voices made my skin crawl. How I hated Smirfs! I ran and ran, not stopping to even look behind me, so I had no idea where they were. But I could tell they were close, sneaking up behind me. Finally I stopped, the feeling of being watched disappeared. I circled, watching every direction, the Smirfs were no where in sight.

A faint whiff of song danced on the air.

"NO!" I gasped, my eyes widening in mortification.

"It's a small world after all,

It's a small world after all,

It's a small world after all,

It's a small, small, world,"

"AHHHH!" I screamed, trying to block out that horrid song with my hands.

Last time I had heard this song (travelling through the sewers of Disney)it had gotten stuck in my head for five years. I wasn't about to let that happen again. What was even worse was that the Smirfs were singing it. They had all joined hands in a cruel circle of death around me. Everywhere I turned there was no way out, I was completely trapped. And that song! It just kept going on, and on!

I tired everything, strangling, banging, punching, cutting, but nothing would kill me. So I gave up after a long treacherous hours of having to listen to that song, and just crawled up into a ball.

The rest of the dream was me rocking back and forth sucking my thumb.

Not a pretty sight.