WELL, I WANT TO THANK EACH AND EVERONE OF YOU THAT GAVE MY STORY A KILLER START. YOU REALLY

MADE MY EXPERIENCE AT WRITING A FANFIC WONDERFUL. I WANT TO THANK ALL THE PEOPLE THAT

LEFT REVIEWS. TRULY MADE MY DAY...*SMILING*.

I'M HERE TO START CHAPTER TWO, AND I HOPE I DON'T LET YOU DOWN. IT INVOLVES SOMETHING I TRULY

BELIEVE IN...PAST LIVES, AND REINCARNATION. SEEMS LIKE IT MIGHT NOT BE IMPOSSIBLE. I ONLY HOPE I MEET

AS WONDERFUL A BUNCH OF PEOPLE AS YOU ALL ARE IN MY JOURNEYS'.

I WANT TO THANK MY PROOF-READER, VICTORIA ROSE...SHE IS MY ANGEL & HAS BEEN A BIG HELP WITH MY

FIRST EXPERIENCE.

SO, THIS CHAPTER WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A DREAM, SOME PARTYING, AND THOUGHTS OF TRAVELING.

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING TO THE COPYRIGHTS OF TWILIGHT. THAT IS ALL STEPHANIE MEYERS.

STILL WISH I HAD ALL THE MONEY OFF IT.

SO NOW FOR...

CHAPTER TWO

A DREAM

Finally making it home I have never been so glad to see my bed. Got a little tipsy on that couple of beers. Sure do

hope they help me get some decent sleep.

Dropping my satchel & coat in my chair, I start to undress in anticipation of a nice long hot shower. Maybe it will help

relax me enough so I can fall right on off into a deep sleep. I turn the shower on, adjusting the temperature and turn

around to brush my teeth. Steam is filling the room & as I slip into the flow of the water cascading down my back I can

feel my muscles start to relax. God it feels good ! I wash my hair, rinse it and apply my conditioner, leaving it in while I

lavish my body in my vanilla scented body wash. I stand under the hot water rinsing and enjoying the warmth of the water.

I emerge feeling like a big glob of goo...totally relaxed and ready for bed. I slip on my pajamas, comb out my hair leaving

it to dry naturally. I'm just to tired, and eager to feel the warmth of my bed.

Finally under the covers, I feel myself falling off to sleep. Hours later something, someone is pulling me out of my sleep.

I hear someone screaming, "Wait, wait...I have to give it to you!" I sit up in my bed scared, sweating and come to realize it was

me. I was screaming. I sit there with tears running down my face, trying to remember what it was I was dreaming about. I

can remember a place? The land looking very barren, almost like a desert.

Come on, relax. Lay back down, try to relax, just let it come to you. Don't try to make myself remember or it will just slip

away like all the other times. Relax...wait, mountains in the distance and something that looks like a fort? A man standing

in the distance. I can't see his face. He looks to be very tall, well built, wearing a cowboy hat ? What is that? It looks

almost like a wagon. People running around with scared looks on their faces. He is calling me,"Hurry, come here. I'm over

here."

Then a very sharp pain. It feels like my heart has exploded. I look down and I can see the tip of an arrow sticking out of my

chest. I'm falling to the ground, and I look up to see the man running to my side. He reaches out for my hand, grasping it

tightly. I only have time to say, "I love you," and I can see I'm giving him something. Then, there is nothing but blackness.

I immediately sit up, and grab my journal beside my bed. I've got to write down what I've remembered. I have tried to

write things' down I have recalled from my dreams.

But nothing like this! Not this much detail! What does it all mean ?

I finish writing the bits and pieces I remember, and I glance over to see it is almost three in the morning. I have got to get

some more sleep. So, I sit my journal to the side and curl back up under my covers slipping off to sleep.

"Good morning! Time for our local news." God give me something to throw at that alarm clock. I just want thirty more

minutes, please. I reach for something off my night stand and swipe the alarm clock off the table, losing grip on whatever I

had in my hands. I'll get it later, I'm thinking as I slip back under my covers.

A short while later I am dressed in my jeans, a button-down shirt, and my favorite pair of converse. Standing at my kitchen

counter waiting for my coffee to finish making, I remember my journal and walk back into my bedroom to get it. I want

to look at what I wrote down while I am having my coffee. I grab a bagel, take a sip of coffee and start to flip through the

pages. I start to read the notes I made last night, and suddenly a cold chill runs through my body. I look up suddenly at the

clock and realize I am fixing to be late if I don't leave now.

Upon reaching school, and running to the lab, I find I am going to be doing some more studying of the artifacts. I love holding

each piece, wondering about the person that might have held it. Wondering about their every day lives. Sometimes wanting

to go back in time, and live amongst them, seeing how they survived day to day.

This is the part I wish I could dedicate my learning too. To find out how our past has had an effect on our lives today.

Time for lunch, and I think I'll call Alice and see what she is up to. Grabbing a hamburger, fries and a water, I work my way

to a table. I get my phone out of my satchel and give Alice a call. "Hello," she says. "Hey, girlfriend. What are you up to?" I

ask. "Nothing much. Just sat down to have lunch with Rose. So, what are you doing and what got you to call me?" Alice ask.

"Well, I'm in desperate need of a 'girls night out'. Just you, Rose, & me. I need to get totally plastered. No sex ! So, can

I count you and Rose into it ?" I ask.

The second I get the last word out, Alice erupts into hyper mode, which she seems to run around in probably due to

the six pack of Red Bull she carries in her purse. Like I said...Crazy Bitches. Got to love them though. They keep me

from locking myself in some place and throwing the key away.

So, the next thing I know Alice has launched into telling me about a new club called 'Breaking Dawn'. "Come on, Bella. It

will be lots of fun and I understand they sometimes have a live band. I heard there is suppose to be a new group called

10 Monkeys performing tomorrow night. Plus, I heard the lead singer is fucking gorgeous."

"I don't know about all that as I just wanted a place with music and LOTS of booze. I told you I just wanted to get plastered.

No worries about some guy coming on to me, thinking I'm just the slightest bit drunk they can put their hands

all over me. Then, the next thing you know they will want to go back to his or my place for a night of 'wild sex'.

Please, I'm not looking for a one night hook-up. Alice, there has to be more out there than just a mind-less male that only

has one thing on their minds...sex."

"Are you still looking for Mr. Right ? The man of your dreams? Which reminds me, are you still having those dreams ? Maybe

you should go see a doctor, and see if he can give you something to help you sleep. Something that will put you so under

you don't even recall 'IF' you had a dream." This just set me off and the next thing I know, "Alice, there is something to

those dreams. Some reason I keep having them over and over, and there's always the same man."At this point all Alice

can think about is a night out with just us girls, lots of booze, loud music, and a bunch of hungry sex starved men that

will be ideal for her to take somewhere and engage in wild sex the rest of the night.

Now, at this point I can hear Rose saying, "Come on, Bella. It's just one night, and I promise I'll help keep the guys off you

if I have to tell them your a lesbian. Then turn around and lay one on you. That ought to make them leave you alone. Come

on, it's been quite a while since the three of us has been out and just partied." So, the next thing I know we are planning to meet

later tonight and go to this club. The two of them are coming to pick me up to check out my outfit, and make sure

I don't skip out on our night of fun.

I think I can handle this night with Alice and Rose. I really deserve it, and I have missed the girls.

So, I spend part of the afternoon cleaning my apartment, doing laundry, fixing something to eat before I go out on this

night I just have a feeling is going to turn out to be a nightmare.

At 7:00 I start getting ready. I take a long shower, pick out my clothes, fix my hair, and put on the slightest bit of

make-up. I gather up my ID, some money, and sit waiting on the girls to show up. I can hardly wait.

I pick up the newspaper I got earlier today and take another look on the article about this Edward Masen. I notice the dates

he is going to be in Chattanooga. Maybe Alice and Rose have heard about him. Maybe they can give me some information

as to why he is 'The Most Saught After Man in the World'. But, I'm not going to tell them about my possibly going down

there to see him. To see what all the mystery is about him.

Alice and Rose finally arrive and after a lengthy discussion about what I was wearing, they finally gave in after I agreed to

at least change my top for something a little more 'sexy' as they put it. "Something to make the mens' eyes pop out of their

heads when we hit the doors," Rose said. But of course Alice was not going to be outdone as she said, "We're going to work

on getting you laid. Your spending too much time in that lab and acting like an old maid." So, with that said, we were out

the door and on our way to 'Breaking Dawn'.

We arrived and the place was packed. The music was loud, the dance floor was full of couples dancing, and the liquor

was flowing like water. After about twenty minutes fighting our way to the bar to get us something to drink, we managed

to make our way upstairs to a table looking down on the scene before us. Needless to say, we were in no time approached

by at least a dozen men offering to buy us drinks, and wanting to dance. There were even a few that tried to insinuate

theirselves into joining us at our table. 'Not Going To Happen'.

After a few drinks the three of us were left alone so that we could find time for some girl talk. Alice was telling Rose and I about

some guy named Jasper Whitlock she met at work. She was a designer and tailor of mens' and womens' clothing. Seems

he was a new lawyer at a prominent law firm. He had light brown hair, blue-gray eyes, and was a total gentleman. She

said he had a hint of a southern drawl, and had already been in to see her quite a few times in the past week. Of course,

under the pretense of checking on the suits he had ordered. She said rather excitedly that he had finally asked her out

to dinner, and she naturally excepted. They were going out tomorrow night, and needless to say Alice was very excited.

She was bouncing up and down in her seat the whole time she was talking about him, and grinning from ear to ear.

Rose proceeded to tell us about a man named Emmett McCartney, that brought his vehicle in for work. She was a very talented

mechanic and loved to work on automobiles. Seems he was into something having to do with security. Rose said it was kind

of like he was a body-guard for prestigious people. "He is built like a line-backer, looking as if he worked out quite a bit. He's

got blackish-brown hair, and beautiful gray eyes. I think he is just a doll, and got a personality from hell. Always making

jokes, and can keep you laughing from the moment he walked into the place." You could tell from the dreamy look in her

eyes she was hooked. He was coming in sometimes this next week for his Humvee, and Rose had every intention of giving

him her phone number.

So, then the two of them started asking me about any cute guys' I had met on campus. "I'm just to busy studying. We got

in some amazing artifacts from Jerus..." I was saying until they both jumped in on me. "We're not asking you about meeting

up with a mummy. I believe we're talking about someone that is living and breathing. Got a pulse, and is drool worthy,"

Alice said. "Yeah, someone with a nice package, and looks. Someone you just want to take back to your place and fuck

his brains out," Rose proceeded to say.

I sat there with my mouth hanging open not believing what they just said to me. "Do I look like a slut, like someone that can't

get any guy to notice me, that I'm desperate enough to let one of these brain-less neanderthals take me home just so they

can get their sexual gratification and then to hell with mine?" I said. " Calm down, Bella. We didn't say that. We are just

concerned that your immersing yourself to much into your studying and letting the world pass you by. That you would

much rather study things' from the past, and not look at what is available in your future. We're afraid that your going to

end up alone, and be sorry later on down the line that you didn't do something else with your life," Rose said. "We love you,

Bella. We're your friends, and we're just concerned," said Alice.

I was sitting there thinking about what they both said, and suddenly I could see they were both right. But, what do I do about it.

I didn't want to fall into the bar scene, or one night stands hoping they might develop into something. That just wasn't me. So, I

had to figure out a plan...a way to change the direction I was taking with my life. Then I remembered the newspaper article. Hell,

why not ! It won't hurt to go see a very beautiful man, check him out, watch him work. Who knows, maybe it will give me the

incentive to get out there and find me someone like him. I might even get lucky and find someone who lives there in Chattanooga.

I just need to get out there and start to live. But first, before I go to all the trouble of making that trip I need to find out a little bit

more about him,so I turn to my friends and ask them, "Do either one of you know anything about this Edward Masen?"

"EDWARD MASEN?" they both said at the same time. "Bella, your kidding aren't you?" Alice asked. I said, "No. I just saw

a picture of him somewhere on the front of a bunch of magazines while I was waiting to check out of a store, and they

were calling him the 'Sex Symbol' of the decade. Every woman in the world was in love with him, and would do

anything to see him. I've never heard of him until then. Soooo...?" At this point Rose jumped in and started telling all

about him. "Bella, you sure as hell have been in that lab to long. Are you sure you haven't been under one of those pieces

of artifact buried for the last couple of years? That man is 'sex on legs', and yes, the most wanted man by every female, and

a few males in the world. He is the hottest thing to hit Hollywood in decades. He has the most popular movie EVER out

right now, and is working on another one as we speak. He get's mobbed by fans every where he goes, screaming fans. Damn

Bella, you have had your head buried to deep under those pieces of crap if you don't know about Edward Masen."

"Well, I didn't say he wasn't good looking," I said. "GOOD LOOKING?" Alice said, sitting there with her eyes as big as saucers.

"Bella, we have definitely got to get you out doing more, seeing more. In fact Rose, we need to take her to the movies this

Sunday. Take her to see the latest movie he has out. I know I wouldn't mind seeing it again, just to get to look at his ass

again, and he was definitely hot in that love scene. "Yeah, I think it would do her a lot of good, and who knows, it might just

get her hormones to remember what she's missing. Then the male population better be put on alert," Rose said.

So, I was going to go see Mr. Masen in action with a love scene to boot. It might just make this trip to Chattanooga seem

more worthwhile. He really is sexy. Hummm...

WELL, THERE IT IS...THE NEXT CHAPTER. IT WAS GETTING SO LONG I HAD TO FIND A SPOT TO STOP BUT STILL LEAVE

YOU WITH A LITTLE MYSTERY. THE NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE ABOUT HER PLANNING HER TRIP TO CHATTANOOGA

TO SEE...'THE MAN'.