"Get away from me!" I yelled so loud my ears punished me with a low ringing, whilst I struggled to shuffle back against the wall as far as I could. I heard a frightened whimper sound through the room and frantically searched for the owner, before I realised with a shock that it must have been my own.
Edward wore a startled expression, but it also held concern and even a hint of understanding. He looked down at me with pity, like I was a little girl. Then his face softened.
"It was just a dream," he murmured in soothing tones. He pulled me tightly against him in a comforting manner, and I relaxed into him.
Giant floods of blood? I don't think so. Not in this world, at least. Of course it was a dream. It must have been.
"How did we get here?" I sat up straight with surprising speed. I could tell my voice was panicked.
"Where are we?" Probably on the verge of hysteria by now.
Edward held my shoulders and pressed me back down again. Something was so comforting about him but a little part of me, just a little, felt uneasy whenever he touched me.
"Shh. We're not far from home, but they can't know that."
"Why not?" I demanded, forgetting that I probably shouldn't be so forceful around him. But this was my sister he was talking about. If I wanted to see her, I would. She doesn't even know that I'm alive...
"They think I hurt you. They'll lock me up." His velvety tone snapped me out of my reverie.
I laughed. "Don't be stupid. They won't lock you up." I mocked.
His face remained serious and sorrowful.
"You didn't tell me how we got here." I tried to add a touch of gentleness into my voice, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "We jumped off the second floor of a building. How did we survive?"
"We didn't." He said.
My heart rate suddenly quickened, and I thought Oh my god, I'm dead, aren't I? I really am.
"What?" I replied slowly, wide-eyed and stunned.
"Jump," he added as an afterthought to his last statement.
"Oh." Visibly, I relaxed. But then I said, "Yes we did. I'm not stupid Edward. You jumped off that balcony with me on your back. You did. I know you did." The last sentence came out as a whisper, as if I were trying to convince myself more than anyone, but I could see that he heard me.
"You hit your head on the wall, that's all. Probably why you were having BloodDreams. You're delusional." He rolled his eyes. Delusional?
"I am NOT delusional." I snapped, not even realising that I hadn't mentioned my BloodDreams. "God, Edward, how could you say that? You pushed me into that wall, so you could at least apologise!" His eyebrows rose, then fell. His mouth opened, then closed. We sat there in silence for a while; me staring at the pattern on the wooden floor, him staring down at his hands. My anger was slowly fading, but part of me wasn't all shouted out yet. I wasn't done being mad, but no words seemed to fit the moment.
He called me crazy. Well, not in those exact words, but he may as well have said 'Bella, stop. You're acting like a lunatic.' I have not been labelled delusional in my entire life. HE was the crazy one.
And we did jump out that window. I don't know how, but I know that I am most definitely right.
How could he use my dreams against me? I mean it's not like I could help them. Besides, he was the one acting like a crazy vampire in it.
When I looked up, I saw that he was staring at me quizzically. I turned away. Did I say that out loud?
"Yeah." He said. I spun to face him.
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to. Either time." I smiled politely, and then remembered how mad I was at him, turning it into a scowl and showing him my back again.
What was wrong with him? Why was he so charming and easy to be with, yet so irritating and annoying at the same time?
He chuckled. I am so tempted to hit you right now, I thought.
"Please don't." He practically begged. Oh, now he wanted me to look at him?
"I want to." I said aloud.
"It might hurt." Looking at him could hurt me? Or hitting him?
"Punching you?"
"Yeah." He smiled a little.
"I did not say that out loud!" I screamed. I don't know what made me so loud, but something weird was going on and I was scared.
He suddenly looked embarrassed and guilty, like a kid who'd been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.
"You're not going to fight me on it?" I asked.
"Not today. You should rest." He stood up to go, but I caught hold of his wrist. He could have easily pulled away, but he didn't.
"Please Edward. I'm scared." He looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled fake-ly.
"I'll tell you everything tomorrow. But sleep for now."
I couldn't sleep. I'd been asleep for hours, judging by the night-time sky that showed through the window. I was wide awake now.
"I can't." I told him. He sighed.
"Fine. I'll be back in an hour. Amuse yourself until then." And then he was gone. He just.. vanished. Weird, I thought. Maybe I was hallucinating.
I decided to take a cold shower, to rid myself of my hot bloody dreams. I couldn't find my clothes, so I put the t-shirt back on.
10 minutes – of thinking and puzzling over the last few hours – later, two figures dressed darkly came into the room and picked me up. They didn't care that I resisted, they were strong.
"Hey!" I screamed. "Hey!" I kicked.
More seconds passed before we came to a big set of doors where they dropped me.
"Knock." One of them urged, before disappearing round a corner. I breathed a sigh of relief and flattened the creases the two had made on my t-shirt. Around me stood a corridor lined with red velvety carpet and wooden walls. Picture frames covered the walls and I stepped forward to take a closer look.
Featured in the photographs were two people. A boy and a girl. They were quite obviously lovers, and by the looks of things had had a fairly eventful life together. The male had black hair along with russet skin. The girl however, had pale brown hair and very pale skin in comparison to his. There were photos of them doing everything.
They bore identical expressions of adoration, and in almost every photo they were laughing. When they weren't, it was because of mock horror or peaceful situations. The girl, especially, practically glowed.
I turned back to the doors, and saw that there was a knocker. It was made of gold in the shape of a vampire and in its mouth was a little black basket made of metal. The basket held berries. It was exactly like Alice's .
I knocked twice, before I heard a faint masculine 'Come in' followed by a girly giggle. I pushed the door gingerly, and took in the room in front of me.
A table sat straight ahead at the far end, and laid upon it were piles of books and many cups once filled with – going by the scent that greeted me – coffee.
Shelves stood either side of the desk, occupied with row after row of even more books.
Where was I, the library?
On the desk sat a beautiful giggly girl, her legs dangled over the edge nearest to me. Behind her, was a rather handsome guy, staring into the eyes of the girl.
Both looked about sixteen, and very in love. They were the couple from the photos. Well, they certainly weren't putting on an act for the cameras.
The male looked up, smiled, and whispered something in her ear. She turned to me then, with a devastatingly gorgeous grin.
"Bella!" She cried, and leapt off the desk to bounce over to where I stood rather awkwardly in the doorway. She had an adorable face, I doubt anyone could ever get mad at her. Ever.
I gave her a questioning look, quickly replaced by a smile.
"Oh! I'm Jane." She beamed, and shook my hand enthusiastically. "I'm so pleased I finally got to meet you. Your sister has told me such wonderful things about you, never stops in fact. She rather does love you. You know, like a best friend as well as a sister. I-"
"Jane. Honey. Don't get too carried away." Said her male friend at the desk. Jane stopped and blushed, giving me an apologetic look.
"Not that I need to give my name, but I'll return the favour of that lovely greeting. I'm Bella. But you can call me Bell."
"Oh! Can I?" She asked almost rhetorically, in a hopeful voice. I nodded. Something about her just made her instantly lovable. No wonder the guy in the pictures looked so in love.
"Bella, sit down. Please." He said, coming round the table. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes." I said, almost cautiously. I didn't feel the same giddy happiness I felt when speaking to Jane, but he was nice enough. I had a feeling I wouldn't dislike him either.
"Good. Edward only alerted us to your presence when you both arrived, I'm sorry we weren't able to find you better facilities to suit your needs." I looked down at my t-shirt, and felt rather underdressed. I may have blushed.
"Here, come with me. You can borrow some of mine," fussed Jane, as she began tugging me towards the still-open door.

"Well now, what would you fancy? A dress? Skirt? Or will jeans and a top do?" Jane inquired as soon as the bedroom door clicked shut behind her.
"Um, jeans are fine thanks." She opened a wardrobe, and started searching for a 'cute top'.
"You're very cheerful," I pointed out shyly. "It feels good to be around."
"Oh I never used to be," she said, sticking her head out of her clothes long enough to look at me. "Not until Seth. He turned my world right around. I've never been the same." She grinned.
"So Seth's your..." I didn't quite know what to call it. Were they engaged? She had a ring on her finger.
"Boyfriend. Yeah." Then catching my gaze on her hand, she added, "This is a promise ring."
"What's a promise ring?" I asked curiously.
"It can be many things. But in our case, it's a pre-engagement ring. A promise of marriage, but not quite a proposal."
She smiled so sweetly when she spoke of him. Her happiness was contagious.
"How long have you been together?"
"Ages." She said, thrusting a bright red t-shirt at me. "Jeans are on the chair over there." She half-whispered as she walked into her en-suite.
Water started running, and a few seconds later she began singing some tune I didn't recognise.
I changed slowly, my whole body beginning to ache, and just as I was buttoning the top she emerged from the bathroom in a fluffy red towel and flashed me a wicked grin.
"Gorgeous," she sang. "Now let me change and I'll do your make-up." My eyes widened against my will.
"Make-up?" I asked with a hint of horror in my voice.
"Make-up." She confirmed. I groaned inwardly.

Half an hour later, we were both glammed up and giggly. It felt good, I'd needed something like this.
As we walked back along the corridor, I asked Jane about Edward.
"What do you mean, has he ever done anything strange before?" Quizzed Jane, stopping to look at me with a frown on her face, and hands on hips. "You need to give me a bit more than that, Bella."
"Okay, okay," I shushed her, pulling her nearer the wall by her elbow. "Keep it down. I just want to know because this is the longest I've ever spent with him, and it's been the weirdest few hours of my life." I told her quietly.
"What do you mean? What happened?"
"Well I can't say out here; anyone could be listening and I don't want everyone to think I'm crazy." I replied, rolling my eyes as if the answer was obvious.
"But I can? Aww I'm touched." She said genuinely. That was probably the angriest moment she'd had in years .It wouldn't surprise me. I think I love her. "Okay," she looked up and down the corridor. "In here, quick!" She gestured to a room to our left, which turned out, oddly enough, to be the kitchen.
"Tell me these weird things then," she went on, walking over to a table full of cupcakes.
"Um.. okay. Well, when I first saw him he threw me into a wall. Then he jumped off his balcony with me on his back, which he denies but I know is true." I said, counting off the events on my fingers. "After that, I have some horrible nightmare about Edward and blood, and then when I wake it's all extremely familiar and I'm scared the dream'll actually happen. He disappeared into thin air, and finally, it seems like he's mind-reading!" My hands flew into the air, and my voice became high pitched at the end, so I began to try calm myself down by taking deep breaths. Jane handed me a cupcake. I smiled thankfully in her direction.
"Don't you know about Edward?" She whispered, dipping her head low to mine. When I gave her a blank look, she became disappointed. "You don't." She said slowly.
"Don't know what about him?" I asked.
"That he's-" she started, in a sad sort of excitement. She made a frustrated noise, then taking me by the hand, practically ran out of the kitchen before stopping in front of Seth's room. She pointed to the door, somewhat irritably as if she could push the answer into me.
"He's in there?" I whispered. She squealed in anger at my stupidity and pointed again, more forcefully at the knocker.
"Berries?" A shake of the head. "Does he garden?" I ask, fascinated.
Then I understand. The knocker is a vampire.
"Vampire?" I mouth in question and puzzlement. She smiles in reply.
"Just watch." She says, pulling me again but this time into Seth's room, which is probably his office. It was as if she couldn't speak whilst I was guessing, like she wasn't allowed to say it.
We half-fell into the room, leaning against each other for support. Heels, I sighed.
Edward and Seth sat side-by-side playing what looked like a game of cards.
Edward looked up instantly, and Seth looked up when Jane let out a squeaky little girl-cough.
She turned to me, hiding from Edward I assumed, and gave me a look that said see. Then she mouthed he heard us outside, vampire senses, and rolled her eyes as if the thought annoyed her.
I mouthed back can he read our minds? And she said not mine. And yours sounds like it's only what you want him to hear. Tell you later.
I raised my eyebrow, but she'd already turned around and was heading to Seth.
Edward was glaring in my direction, as if he was annoyed by our silent discussion. Or annoyed that he couldn't hear it. The thought popped into my head, but once it was there I couldn't get it out. Was Jane right?
Only one way to find out.