HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THE LAST CHAPTER. LOVED THE CLUB SCENE WITH ALICE AND ROSE AND THEYHAVE MANAGED TO CAPTURE THE INTEREST OF BELLA ABOUT EDWARD MASEN. THIS IS GOING TO BE A FUN NIGHT AT THE MOVIES.
WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A LOT GOING ON IN THIS CHAPTER SO HANG ON TO YOUR PANTS, BLOOMERS,KNICKERS...WHAT EVER YOU WANT TO CALL THEM...LOL!
I HOPE THIS CHAPTER TURNS OUT ALRIGHT...HEY, I CAN HANDLE IT. I WANT TO THANK MY PRE-READER,VICTORIA ROSE...SHE IS A GOD-SEND AND MY BESTEST FRIEND. MWAH !
I WANT TO CLARIFY THE COPYRIGHTS BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYERS...I'M ONLY TAKING HER CHARACTERSON AN ADVENTURE.
I WANT TO CLARIFY A FEW THINGS'...THE YEAR IS 2004, BELLA IS 25 YEARS OLD, & ROBERT IS 18 YEARS OLD. SO WE HAVE A EIGHT YEARS DIFFERENCE IN THEIR AGE. BUT THIS IS NOT GOING TO MATTER IN THE END.
ANYWAY, SHALL WE GET STARTED ON...
CHAPTER THREE
DREAMS, MOVIE & TRIP
DAMN...what happened last night! Oh yeah, the club, Alice, Rose, and to much liquor. I feel as if I have been hit by a mack truck. Such a frigging headache. Need some meds. Oh, but it hurts to move my head. Thank God, I don't have anything to do except house work and I think it's going to have to wait until later.
So, I slowly get up and head to the bathroom, grab something for this pounding headache, and decide on a quick shower. Turning the shower on, I turn around and brush my teeth, slip off my pajamas and step into the shower. Oh, but it feels good, and the hot water seems to be helping my headache. So, after about 20 minutes of the hot water washing away the remnants of last night I finally emerge, dry off, and brush out my hair pulling it up into a ponytail. No need in doing anything with it, because I don't plan on going anywhere today.
Going into my bedroom, I find some sweat pants, and one of my big comfy t-shirts. Now, I'm set for the day and head off into the kitchen to make some much needed coffee. Turning on my coffee maker, grabbing a cup, and popping a bagel into the toaster I sit and wait trying to remember anything about last night. I don't even remember how I got home. At least I made it safe and sound and didn't wake up with some strange man in my bed. One for Bella! I finally get my coffee made, grab my bagel, and sit down enjoying the comfort of my coffee, and the much needed peace and quiet of the morning. But there is something...something I can't quite remember about last night. Maybe if I just don't dwell on it, it might come to me.
After a short while I grab another cup of coffee and figure I'll get started on doing some cleaning. There's not much to do...except laundry. I hate to do laundry. So, I go into my bedroom, sit my coffee on my desk and start to strip my bed. Ouch...what in the world did I hit? Getting down on my knees and looking under the bed I find my dream journal. Pulling it out from under the bed I find it is open and it looks like some strange writing. It doesn't look like my writing and very strange did it get there? Who wrote it?
I sit at my desk looking at the writing, and there is no other explanation...I had to have wrote it. But, just what does it mean? I'm not sure about some of the words, but I do gather the mentioning of the Roman Empire and their army of men. Why do I have such a feeling of dread, as if my heart is breaking? Damn, I wish I could figure out more of what is written. Maybe one of the professor linguists at school could help me. I just don't know where else to turn.
So, I lay the journal on my desk, sitting there, my mind wandering, my heart racing, and I feel so much sadness. It's as if I have lost something or someone ...that may have been my very life. But, do I believe in that...the possibility of past lives, reincarnation? Nothing has scientifically been proven that it is possible, or has there...no, it's not possible. But yet, sometimes when I am handling some of those artifacts it's as if there is such a feeling as if the person that used it, or wore it is standing there beside me, reaching out to take it in their hands and go about their everyday chores. 'THIS' is just part of the thrill I get from my studies.
But, now I have something more I need to explore. To do some research on...any and all information about past lives & reincarnation. I actually find it kind of interesting to think we might get another chance on Earth to maybe do better, or maybe there is a lot more than just that. Maybe we are brought back to finish up things' we didn't get a chance to in our past lives. Enough...I will just take this to Professor Felix Volturi and see if he can help me decipher what the rest of the words mean.
So, with that decided I go about my cleaning and doing my laundry (yuck), and fix myself a light dinner. Now, time for some relaxation. Maybe a movie, maybe that book I've been meaning to finish. I might even go to bed early...no, it's only 9 p.m.. Definitely to early for bed. Maybe I'll just go and get on my computer and see what I can find out about the possibility of past lives, reincarnation and maybe some information on the meaning of some of my dreams. Heaven knows I am overly anxious to find out what all that means.
After spending about three hours searching for any information I decide to take a break. Upon looking up I see my clock and suddenly realize it is going on one a.m., and I suddenly feel very tired. I did manage to find out quite a bit on all of the things'. I printed a lot of it out to read later, and after gathering up all the info I get ready for bed. I brush my teeth, and brush out my hair. I'm to tired to change, and besides my sweats are comfy enough. I barely remember getting into bed and laying down.
Again, it's almost 3 a.m. & I wake up..."WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" I jump out of bed and run to my window looking for what caused all the noise. It seems very quiet, but as I turn around I'm still trying to figure where all that noise was coming from...it sounded like gun fire. But, as I start to crawl back into bed, something makes me stop and suddenly I realize it had to have been one of my dreams again. My mother use to tell me to never touch your hair when you first wake-up, that you were more apt to remember any dreams you might have had. (Silly superstitions) But, I don't remember touching my hair...hell, I was too , I lay back down and try to remember anything about it...if it was a dream. Nothing. I look at the time and realize it is almost three a.m., and I know I need to get more sleep if I'm going to have to deal with Alice and Rose tonight. So, laying back down, pulling up my covers I feel myself slipping back to sleep.
I wake-up about ten o'clock and think to myself...'it is so not a good idea to get use to sleeping in like that. You know you got school and you need to be there early'. I hop up running into the kitchen to make some coffee, grab a cup and plop my butt down in my chair. My mind starts to wonder about last night, and I decide when I go down later I'm going to check around a little bit and see if I can find any evidence of a gun being fired.
I decide to get back on my computer and see if I can find so more information. Especially something to explain my dreams. I just don't know how much more I can take without knowing why this is happening to me, but mainly what it all means. I do my research for a couple of hours when my phone rings. "Hello," I say. "Hey girlfriend. It's Alice," she say's. "Rose and I thought we would check with you and see if you would mind going to the five o'clock showing of 'The Breaking of a New Dawn', to see that sexy Edward Masen. You are so going to fall in love with this man. A 'Sex God' amongst women. So, does that sound alright with you ? We thought we could go after and have dinner." "Well, that sounds like a good idea. I just got to get home kind of early as I got school tomorrow, plus I got to go see a professor for some help on translating something for me," I said. "Sure thing, that sounds like we are all set then. Rose and I will pick you up around 4:30. See you then," Alice said and proceeded to hang up before I could say anything. So, I got about a couple more hours on the computer then I need to get ready.
Finally dressed in some black denim leggings, white t-shirt,and a light black vest, I am ready. Suddenly there's a knock at the door, and not to my surprise it's Alice and Rose. "Well, don't we look nice today," say's Rose. "Are you ready? We sure don't want to miss one minute of this movie. It is definitely going to be an eye opener for you, Bella." "Yes, I'm ready," I say. I ask them to wait for me a couple of minutes as I am going to go around to the side of my building to check on something, and I won't be long. I reach the side of the building right below my window and start looking for anything to indicate someone fired a gun last night, but I don't find a thing. That only seems to confirm that it was not real, but a part of my dream. Just another part of the mystery.
So, the three of us climb into Rose's car and are off on our way. Upon arriving at the theatre there seems to be a line a mile long of practically all women. Waiting to see this man? I guess I'm fixing to see what all the fuss is about as we get our tickets and go inside. We grab some popcorn and something to drink and work our way into the auditorium to find seats. "There are three seats right there, Rose, and they are right in the middle. Good seats so we won't miss one second of seeing that man's ass and that love scene," Alice say's excitedly. I just shake my head at her.
A few minutes after we get in our seats and get situated the movie starts. Previews of up coming movies and finally the opening credits to the movie. Then, it opens up to a very high mountain top and the sun is just starting to rise above the horizon, and there standing on the peak of the mountain top is a man. He's dressed out in jeans, and a light blue sweater, with his bronze hair lightly blowing in the wind.
As he turns facing us, he smiles and the most beautiful green eyes shining from just a touch of the sun upon them has me hypnotized. I can't seem to take my eyes off of him and there is nothing but him...nothing. I just watch every move he makes...every move. Alice pokes me in the ribs and whispers that the love scene is fixing to come up, and as I watch him kissing the woman, pressing her body into him, and him running his fingers through her steps back and starts to take his sweater off, and I gasp! He 'is' so beautiful. But, there is more to him and I can't quite put my finger on it. Watching her run her hands across his chest, him leaning down to kiss her while he reaches to undo the buttons on her blouse, her reaching up and running her fingers through his hair and their kiss seems to deepen with such hunger.
The next scene that even seems to register in my mind is when they are in bed and he is hovering above her, moving slowly as he leans down to kiss her passionately. The sheet starts to slide down his back as he moves, and as it starts to fall further down his body the first signs of his bare hips, and then even further down until you can almost see all of him, except for his muscular legs'. It's right there that I notice a mark on his hip that's shaped like a crescent moon, just barely there. I can't understand what is going on, but it feels as if I have run my fingers along that mark, as if I have felt his hands upon my body, and looked into those pools of beautiful green eyes.
A shiver run's through my body, and I realize I've stopped breathing. There is something about him, as if he is a memory...someone from my past.I can't take my eyes off him, and nothing else seems to register through the rest of the movie. Once the credits start to roll across the screen Alice and Rose look at me with concern as they realize I am not really there, and that I am kind of lost in my own thoughts.
They finally manage to rouse me enough to get us outside and in Rose's car, and even before she starts it up they both turn to look at me and ask, "Bella, are you alright?" Alice asks. "You are really starting to worry us, so please answer us. What is going on with you?" I finally realize where I am, and keeping everything I have just experienced and seen to myself, I just say, "I'm fine. You both were so right about him being such a beautiful man. He is rather young, but definitely a very good actor. I think I would love to see another movie with him in it. You both managed to open my eyes. So where are we going for dinner, as I am starved?" They both just turn around and as Rose starts the car, they say we're going to a chinese restaurant not far from there.
After we had dinner, and a lengthy discussion about Edward and the movie we all decide it is time to head home. I definitely need some time alone to figure out some things'. What I have seen. What I am feeling. What is it about Edward that feels so familiar. Why does he feel so familiar...to me? So many thoughts going through my mind. I just need to go to bed. I've got school tomorrow and I've got to find time to go see Professor Volturi. I just hope he can help me.
After a long shower, I put on my pajamas and climb into bed. So many thoughts of Edward, I just know I'm going to have a hard time going to sleep. But within a matter of minutes sleep overtakes me, and yet again I'm thrust into another dream.
It's all very foggy, and I can see a very large amount of men on foot and on horse back, dressed in leather , breast-plates, leather sandals, an iron helmet on their heads, and a sword sheathed on their side hips. I feel as if I am running to one of the men, and he turns towards me, the fog enveloping us, and I run into his arms and press my lips to him telling him how much I love him. I make him promise to come back to me, as he takes the leather string out hanging around his neck bringing the object to his lips and kissing it with his promise to return to me, and then he thrust it back down inside his armor. The next thing I can see is four of the men carrying my husband to me, and as they lay him down beside me, they tell me he was very brave and fought very hard, but he was caught in a stampede of the enemies horses and never had a chance. He was stampeded to death. I reach down and remove the leather string from his neck and take the object in my hands and kiss it. I then lean over to him putting my hands to his cheeks and lean down and kiss him very gently on his lips promising I will be with him very soon. Then the fog surrounds us...
I wake up and find myself sobbing heart wrenching tears, and shaking all over. The feeling as if my heart is breaking is back. I feel as if ' I lost this man'...that he was so very important to me. That he was 'my husband'. Oh God, help me. What are you doing to me? Please help me understand what it is you keep wanting me to remember.
I reach for my dream journal and sit to write everything I remember about my dream. Even the feelings I experienced through it. Every little detail. There has to be an explanation as to why I am having these dreams and I am not going to stop until I find out what it is...what is the message behind it all, no matter what I have to do.
The next day upon reaching the university I search Professor Volturi and ask him for his help. I give him my journal and show him the page with all the strange writing on it, and it seems upon first look from him that it is a very old version of latin not used since right after the death of Christ. That there is also a slight usage of hebrew mixed in with it that was becoming forbidden to be used by the people because of the events that happened when the Romans' crucified who they called a heretic, but was called Christ, the son of God by the people. He asked if he could make some copies of the writing and I said,"Yes, if there is anyway you can help me. I want very much to know what all it says."
Professor Volturi say's he will try his best, and may have to contact a few of his colleges from other universities, but he will try his best to get me a translation. That he will call me as soon as he has anything. I leave him my cell phone number, and the one to the lab.
Upon reaching the lab I am informed that I am fixing to receive some new artifacts brought in from the same dig-site but that it is going to take possibly an hour before they can get them to me. Professor Cullen tells me to go take a break, and to be back in about an hour. That by then they should have everything I will need to start my research. I head to the cafeteria on campus, grab a coffee and look for an isolated spot so I can reread the entries in my journal. As I go to pull it out of my bag I also come out with the newspaper I had bought the other day. There before me is the man...Edward Masen. There is something there...something I am feeling when I look upon his face.
As I start to read the article again I notice the dates for when he is going to be in Chattanooga...July 30th thru August 2nd, at the Tennesse Railroad Museum in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I can afford to take a break then. I AM going to take this trip. I have to see him...see if there are real feelings when I'm as near to him as I can get. I know it is going to be hard to get very close, but I've got to try. I am going to see Edward...
THERE WE HAVE IT...CHAPTER THREE AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AS MUCH AS I DID WRITING IT. I HOPE TO CONTINUE
TO KEEP YOUR INTEREST AS WE GO ON A VERY LONG JOURNEY WITH THIS COUPLE.
I AGAIN WANT TO THANK MY PRE-READER, AND BETA VICTORIA ROSE, MY ANGEL, MY FRIEND.
I MAY NOT BE ABLE TO CONTROL MYSELF AND WAIT TO POST A NEW CHAPTER ON SUNDAY...IT MIGHT POSSIBLY BE EARLIER.
I AM VERY EAGER TO GET THE NEXT COUPLE OF CHAPTERS OUT THERE, ESPECIALLY IF I CONTINUE TO GET GREAT REVIEWS.
I WANT TO THANK YOU ALL FOR READING MY STORY AND LEAVING A REVIEW. IF I HAVE MISSED RESPONDING TO ANY OF YOU PLEASE FORGIVE ME, BUT KNOW THEY HAVE ALL MEANT THE WORLD TO ME.
THEY ARE TRULY AN INSPIRATION TO CONTINUE ON WITH THIS STORY...
SO, ENOUGH OF MY RANTING...
HOPE TO SEE YOU NEXT SUNDAY, IF NOT EARLIER.