Everything was dark.
I couldn't see anything at all.

Not only that, but i couldn't DO anything. Being held back from things really pushed my buttons, and this was ten times worse than anything I'd ever experienced before. My vision was filled with a blank sheet of nothingness, and I already knew that I was no longer at the house. I was dead.

It wasn't what I'd expected though. I mean, I thought once I was gone I was gone- poof, wouldn't feel a thing ever again. This was just plain weird.

I couldn't feel any part of my body; it was so strange that it made me feel uneasy. My throat closed tightly as I started to feel like I was suffocating. I tried to relax myself, knowing that panicking would do nothing to help my current situation. Being restricted always made me feel horrible, and this time i had nothing. I could not see. I could not hear. I could not touch. It was as if my body wasn't even there.

If I'm dead, then I guess this must be The In-between. You know, between heaven and earth. I wasn't sure it existed, or even exactly where THIS was, but if I had to name it; it'd be that.

The darkness exploded into a million shades of colour, lighting up my vision, almost blinding me with its shine.

To tell you the truth, I hadn't even realised my eyes were open. That's the funny thing about the dark, it's hard to tell if your eyes are closed or not, because either way you're staring at pitch black. No way to tell the difference. And were my eyes open or closed, if I didn't even have any? But I was kind of preoccupied with working out what I was, and why, to care about some tiny irrelevant detail. Was I some kind of floating spirit? Or perhaps an orb of light? Maybe I was actually still at the house, but no-one could see me because of the whole being-dead thing.

The colours had now spread to cover the entirety of my vision, leaving the ugly blackness somewhere far away.

Swirls rose up, and it was a messy sight. Every colour joined another. Blues mixed with reds, creating tones so beautiful, I could never have designed them when awake. Because I wasn't really awake. My subconscious was taking over as I felt I could no longer be awake. Pink tangled itself into green, a combination that should have looked ghastly but somehow managed to look great. More colours clashed together, fighting to gain control.

My mind became a dizzy collection, and suddenly I didn't know whether this was reality or my imagination. Then, all of the colours faded out and settled into blotches around my entire vision.

Wake up.

A voice floated out of the darkness. Was it my inner voice? The sound echoed for a long time, seemingly endless. More voices joined it.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

They seemed to rise out if the colours, as if each colour had a voice, perfectly matched.

I wanted to scream that I couldn't wake up, no matter how badly I wanted to. But the voices were persistent, intent on waking me out of my illusional dream.

The colours were giving off an amazing aura, captivating me entirely. I felt sleepy and something told me that I should resist, but I just didn't feel like it. I wanted to float here forever, feeling a dreamy state flow over me continuously.

'Bella!' A terrifyingly loud voice rang in my ears, bringing me out of my bubble- the dreaminess dispersing. Instantly I became alarmed, and incredibly annoyed. Why would anyone disturb me at a beautiful time like this? My dreamy bubbles were waiting for me.

A few seconds passed, and the colours randomly... Went. Disappeared.

The blackness had returned, and with it a sort of dim light. I could feel my body again.
My eyelids fluttered and then opened.

I looked around the room, and gasped. There was a boy sitting on my bed, and as i tried to sit up I noticed that on me was in a too-big white shirt.
'Edward?' I whispered, shuddering almost immediately after, remembering the last time I'd questioned his name.

His head turned towards me slowly, the look on his face shocked me into gasping. Puffy eyes stared back at me, his mouth turned all the way down. Had he been crying?

He got up and quickly crossed the floor next to my bed, stopping beside me and kneeling down.

His hand found mine, gripping it tightly. 'I thought I'd lost you.'

I smiled down at him. He was so obviously upset at the thought of me being dead, I have to say I was relieved. He'd seemed completely iced over in the beginning, not an ounce of love or kindness in him when he'd first seen me back at the house. The first impression of a grown up Edward hadn't been good. This second one was better. Much.

I hadn't realised my eyes were closed again until I felt Edward's breath on my face, causing them to fly open. His eyes were inches away, meaning everything else was too. I was largely aware of his two pink lips, edging themselves closer to mine.

My brain was screaming; stop! You hate him, he tried to kill you!
But my heart quickly piped up and pushed the other away.
Look at him. How can a boy who sat at your bedside waiting for you to wake up so he could check you were alright be so bad? Kiss him already!

It sounded reasonable. Maybe I'd judged him too fast. People have off days, don't they?

I kissed him. It was sweet and delicious. It didn't last as long as I'd hoped, but it felt nice. It was my first kiss, so I had nothing to compare it to. He had a metal-like taste to him, which made me feel strange and ruined it a little. Weren't kisses, first kisses particularly, supposed to have fireworks in them?

I pulled back, and his lips made their way down my neck. I felt a little underdressed for my first kiss, but I didn't want to tell him to stop. His tongue brushed my skin, making me shiver.

Pain grew in my neck, and i almost screamed. I clutched Edward's hand tighter, but that only made it worse. I gasped out loud, drawing back from him. His mouth was covered in red liquid, which was dropping off his chin and onto our clasped hands. I reached up to touch my neck instinctively, and felt it was wet. Had Edward just bitten me?

Blood covered his teeth, and I noticed two rather pointy ones sticking out at either side. That could NOT be my blood. It made me nearly sick to think of it like that, but how else could I see it?

I looked into his eyes, searching for any emotion to give me a clue, and found they matched his mouth. Blood red. First gold, now red. What was wrong with his eyes?

Edward's teeth were showing in a terribly evil grin, and he laughed out loud. The pointy teeth retracted, leaving only his normal set.

He looked down at our hands, and I followed his gaze. They were covered in blood. I jerked mine back, away from his.
The slippery liquid made it all that much easier to get away from him, even though he tried to hold on.

He was dripping blood on the bed, the speed of it as it spread was amazing. He laughed again, and this seemed to speed up the racing blood. I was now covered in it, this couldn't possibly be all mine. I panicked. How was I going to get away from this monster? Blood dripped from the ceiling, splashes falling on the wooden floor. Out of the walls came waves of red, and when I turned back to Edward, he was completely covered in the stuff. And then, so was I.

I screamed.

My eyes shot open as I sprung up into a sitting position. I was in a bed I knew wasn't mine- it was too small for double but too big for single, whereas mine back home was tiny.

A boy is sitting on my bed, he must be about seventeen. I feel a slight breeze and try to pull my jacket around me. But it's not there, I just have on a white shirt, too big to be anything of mine. The boy turns slowly, but I don't see his face. He rushes at me in a blur, instantly beside my bed holding my hand. I stare at our hands, caught in some daydream. I've forgotten all about my nightmare, it's all just a mix of colour now. But I feel I should remember it.

Things are crazy familiar. I've been here before.

'I thought I'd lost you,' he said.

Lost me?

And then I remember. The kiss, the bite, the blood. The reason for my scream.