I fought as hard as I could against the cold hands restraining me. The hands turned me around and before I knew it, I was looking into Edward's panicked eyes.
"Bella!" He hissed. "It's me! Don't scream, you'll wake up. It was hard enough to enter your dream, I don't know if I can do it again." He said with a cautionary glance at my mouth. I took a deep breath and shuddered as I let it out. He almost gave me a heart attack for crying out loud.
"All right?" He asked, quirking up one eyebrow.
"Yes" I breathed out.
"Where is he usually when you wake up?" asked Edward, scoping out the room.
"On that tree, smiling at me" I whispered, pointing at the empty branch.
Edward involuntarily shivered and took my hand gently. "Okay let's go downstairs."
I followed him, our feet softly padding down the carpeted hall. We came to the staircase and Edward stopped me. He peered around the corner then took my hand once more and gently tugged it, signaling that I should move forward. My grip on his hand tightened as we walked down the flight of stairs. It had only been about 4 hours since I had passed out and came down these stairs to be attacked by the visitor-
I was cut off mid thought when I heard a door handle jiggle. As soon as the noise began, it had stopped, and Edward was now on edge, his grip on my hand tightening as he looked around for the threat. My hand cried out in pain when I felt his stone digits squeeze tighter, wrapping around my hand entirely, almost crushing the bones.
"Edward, stop." I squeaked, trying to pull my hand loose. Edward quickly let it go, and threw me an apologizing glance as he disappeared from the staircase. And just like that I was alone.
"Edward!" I hissed angrily. I looked around the room in a panic, looking for a flash of white or a reassuring 'shush' from him. I heard the door handle rattle accompanied with a shatter of glass and splintering of wood. I gasped and tried my best to run down the stairs without seriously maiming myself. At the bottom of the staircase, I turned right into the kitchen and was faced with a blur of movement and the sound of boulders crashing together. I realized these 'boulders' were the two fighting figures who were nearing the kitchen counter. It was promptly smashed as Edward was thrown into it. I stopped breathing as the visitor walked over to Edward to finish him off.
"H-Hey!" I yelled meekly. His head whipped over to where I stood and I paled as he swaggered across the tile to meet me. He stopped right in front of me and delicately took a lock of my hair and smelled it. My breath hitched as I saw that Edward had a crack in the side of his cheek. He looked over at me, glaring at the visitor as soon as he saw that he was touching me. Before I knew it, Edward was gone, and the visitor was knocked to the side of me. I stumbled back in surprise and tripped on my feet, as suspected. I fell hard on my backside and heard more smashing from the kitchen. Before I could stand up, I felt a cold hand on my leg, dragging me across the floor and throwing me into the wall. I blinked several times, disoriented, and realized my leg was bleeding. The pain was excruciating, almost to the point I needed to wake up.
"Edward should I wake up?" I whispered hoarsely, not trusting my probably-faltering-voice.
"No!" Came the intense reply. I stood on weak legs and hauled myself to the living room. The fight wreaked havoc throughout the room, and I couldn't tell who was winning. I thought back to the fight on the mountain with Victoria and Riley. This vampire was definitely not newborn, so he would not be as distracted by the smell of my blood. But if I could inch closer, the blood would be more pungent, therefore giving Edward the advantage. I strode over on wobbly legs close to the scene of the fight. As soon as I was three feet away, the fight slowed as the visitor was distracted and hungered by my scent. I was glad the wound would only last in the dream, because I was close to tears. A large piece of splintered wood had cut it, and it was not helping to stand on it. I doubled over in pain and hoped that Edward was winning the fight, because I couldn't stand here much longer.
I looked up and saw Edward getting the visitor in a headlock. In a moment, his head was dismembered from his body, along with the rest of his limbs. He broke them apart easily and there were parts scattered around the room before my eyes. It almost made me sick. Edward had slipped matches into his pocket before entering my dream, and easily collected the body parts and lit them on fire in the middle of the living room.
"I sure hope this isn't permanent" he joked as he looked over to me for the first time since he had begun the fight. His eyes widened as he saw my disheveled state. I was kneeling on the ground, my hand gripped around the wound. I tried to smile to humor him, but I'm sure it was really a grimace. He was at my side at once, prying my hands off my leg and apologizing copiously.
"Bella" he cried in horror. "Your leg! I didn't even realize…I was so focused on the fight and I should have let you wake up" he sighed regretfully. "You need to try to wake up, Bella" he said taking my face in his hands. "I'm going to leave to wake you up." He kissed my head and he was gone. I waited a few moments then stood up on shaking legs and walked across the living room. I was distracted by a large mirror that was unbroken. I peered into it, looking at my reflection. I blinked a couple times, confused. In the reflection of the mirror, the living room looked as it did before the fight. The couch was upright, the walls dent-less. I must have stared into that mirror for 5 minutes until I saw Jasper pacing the living room, looking deep in thought.
"Jasper!" I yelled. Instantly his head turned to the mirror. He looked at me in disbelief, then walked closer.
"Bella?" He asked bewildered.
"It's me Jasper! I've been stuck in this dream…Edward left a little while ago"
Jasper called out a few words that I couldn't make out, and soon the entire Cullen family was in the mirror, Edward standing in the center, looking terrified, yet relieved.
"Bella!" he yelled. "Where in the hell…I thought you were dead!" he shouted at the glass.
"I don't know how to get out but it's only been 5 minutes since you left, so I'm alright."
Edward looked at me in shock.
I wanted to cry. I couldn't stand the pain for any longer. I walked up to the mirror, and a single tear fell from my eye.
"Edward, I miss you so much." I blubbered as I recollected all the beautiful times we spent together. They would be no more if I couldn't escape this nightmare.