Edward

The music I played was one of my own compositions. It was quick and bright, matching my mood. Bella stood close by, her eyes wide in enjoyment. I let the music take me away, into a colourful, sprightly world. Once finished, I lent back dramatically. Bella clapped furiously, her body glimmering in pride. After these few years, I still didn't understand why she held me in such high reverence. She was the perfect one, now.

I opened my arms, and hugged her briefly, before she pulled away, seemingly remembering something;

"Oh no, my muffins!"

She sprinted towards the kitchen, leaving me to chuckle behind her. I wandered slowly after, feeling no need to hurry. There was a tranquillity in the air that only settled in the late afternoon. I hummed a simple tune.

You're beautiful, Leah."

I paused, confused. Who would be thinking such a strange thing? Ears pointed towards the direction from where it came, I waited.

As are you, my love.

It seemed someone was dreaming. The voices inside the person's head were jumbled; it was difficult to tell who was thinking them. Slowly, I walked towards the downstairs hallway. The next thought was louder.

Please, kiss me.

I flinched, feeling slightly intrusive. However, my curiosity got the better of me. I walked closer still.

Only if you kiss me back.

When I realised who was dreaming, I stopped dead in my tracks. It was Leah. Chuckling, I decided it wouldn't hurt to listen a little longer.

I never normally made a habit of intentionally listening to people while they weren't aware I was doing so, but this opportunity was too amusing to pass up. Leah was having a sex dream. I wanted to know who she was dreaming about.

Clearing my head, I focused on getting an image of her dreams. Dreams were more vivid than thought; they brought pictures and blurred scenes that were amazing to watch. When Leah's dream came through, it was exceptionally clear.

The dream was coming from Leah's perspective. She was in a sunset lit clearing; the dream was coloured with a soft gold. It was a beautiful place, and it seemed very peaceful. She was currently kissing an unknown person, looking over her shoulder. Leah pulled back slowly, the dream looking more surreal as she did so.

When I saw who she was kissing, I pulled out of the dream in horror. I only managed a glimpse, but that was enough.

Sprinting to find Bella, a combination of sick disbelief and anger was clouding my mind. By the time I got to her, I could barely speak; my teeth were ground shut.

"Where's Carlisle."

Bella's face was alarmed and confused. She seemed to sense my urgency, however, so answered quickly.

"Hunting with Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Esme."

When I didn't reply and started to flex my bicep muscles, Bella continued to speak; understanding immediately.

"I'll come with you."

I nodded once, stiffly, and then went sprinting out the house. We only stopped briefly, for Bella to tell Rosalie to watch Leah. Rose was absent minded, but she agreed. At that point I was too furious and disgusted to comment. I simply grabbed Bella's arm and continued to run.

As we did so, I managed to regain some kind of composure, though all I could think about was Leah's dream. The girl was sick; wrong in the head. She had been dreaming about something completely unorthodox.

When we reached Carlisle and the others, I had a clear idea of what I wanted to do to Leah. Tear her to bits.

Carlisle's face was anxious when he saw mine, and questioning. When I spat it out, it was loud; I was yelling.

"LEAH WAS HAVING A SEX DREAM ABOUT RENESMEE."

For the first time I'd ever seen, Carlisle gaped at me. The others had heard my outrage, and they quickly came over to where we were standing. Their faces were a mix of shock and anger; similar to how mine must have appeared. For a few seconds, they seemed to struggle internally. After what seemed like an age of staring, Emmett was the only one who was coherent enough to structure a response.

"WHAT THE F-"