A/N: Hey guys, I'm SO SORRY for the long wait. I know I promised some of you that I would update soon, BUT every time I've felt like writing there has just been other stuff I've had to prioritize above this FF … Things like finals and work and stuff… SO SORRY! I hope I'll be able to update more frequently from now on…

THANK YOU SO MUCH for the reviews for the previous chapters. I thought I knew of happiness before I received those reviews but I clearly did not! Holy cow, those reviews made me happy O__O I had this creepy smile on my face the entire day, and the day afterward, and the day after that, and … You get the point ;) You guys ROCK!! And also THANK YOU to all you guys who read the chapters and/or put the story on alert and stuff… Wow, that made be so HAPPY-HAPPY:P he he…

About this chapter… I'm not completely satisfied with it. I hope you won't hate it.

Twilight (c) Stephenie Meyer

Solar Eclipse - Chapter 3

BPOV

I was so thirsty. My throat ached as if it had been sandpapered and my tongue was so dry it almost … almost… It almost what? I frowned, or at least tried to do so, but I couldn't feel my facial expression change. My body felt heavy, but I was too tired to fight the drowsiness off. Tired? Was I tired? I thought about that for a moment, but when no answer came to me, I let it go. It hurt to think… or was it my head that hurt? I didn't know, but I decided it didn't matter.

If I don't think, everything will be alright!

Those words had run through my mind at least a hundred times during the last … hour? Day? Week? How long had I been here, in this dark place? I didn't know that either. Did it matter? I thought about that, but still no answer came.

If I don't think, everything will be alright!

Really? But how does one stop thinking? I mentally scratched my temple. That was one difficult question! But I guessed thinking about how to not think was forbidden as well… or was it? Hmm… Maybe I was confused?

Yes, that's it, a voice screamed in my head. I had been so absorbed in the silence for so long that the sudden sound of a voice startled me.

I mentally turned my head in the darkness, but I could find no source of the sound. Hello? I thought. For a moment I almost expected an answer, but when nothing came, I frowned yet again. At least I think I did..

Was I starting to get crazy?

No, I decided. Crazy people didn't question their sanity… or did they? Hmm…

"… He's not going to be pleased."

Air caught in my throat as I heard yet another voice in the darkness. What was with all these talkative voices? Where had they been all this time?

"He's not going to be pleased with EITHER of us, you IDIOT!"

Idiot? I sure as hell didn't hope he meant me! Or else I'd have to show him the consequences of talking like that to B… Be… Sw.. Cu.. Be? Sw? Cu? What ... I…?

" … She's so bruised even her own mother wouldn't recognize her … "

The voice stopped my struggling. There was something about that sentence that made my heartbeat accelerate. I forced my head to think, but the only thing I gained from that was a throbbing headache.

She? A girl? Did I know her from somewhere? Was that the cause of the heavy feeling I suddenly felt in my chest? The feeling that made me want to rip open my chest and tear out the heart that made me feel this way. I didn't want to feel this way… It hurt too much!

If I don't think, everything will be alright.

I decided the voice was right about that. I stopped fighting the darkness and let it absorb me. I could feel how it crept over me, beginning at my feet and hands and slowly closing up on my heart.

I tried to tune out the strange voices, but fragments still passed through the mental barrier I tried to create:

"… What are we going to tell…?

"…Idiot!"

I ignored them. I could do that.

All I wanted was to disappear, and soon, when the darkness would reach my heart, my head, my mind, I would be gone. Gone from all the hurt I didn't understand… the pain I didn't want any part of.

Would I be free? I hoped so, but most of all I hoped I'd just disappear. There was nothing left for me in this world. Or was there? I didn't know. Everything was so blurry and confusing.

I closed my already closed eyes, and let the darkness sweep me away.

…

The next time I opened my eyes, the darkness was gone. I was on my back, on what I presumed was a bed. I filled my lungs before I reached out a hand to caress the silk underneath my fingers. So soft.

My body was heavy from sleep, but I forced myself up on my elbows to get a clearer view of the room. The sudden movement, however, made my head spin so I feel back on the bed once again. My head hurt so badly. I frowned as I reached up a hand to touch my temple. Were did this headache come from?

When I felt ready to get up once again, I did it in a much slower pace.

Although the room was only dimly lit, I was able to recognize the beauty of it. The room was beautiful in an old-fashioned-Victorian-era kind of way. It wasn't a big room, but not a small one either.

The bed, on which I was laying, was a huge four-poster bed with a delicate curtain trimmed with laces. The frame was of a dark wooden colour. It looked heavy, as did the other furniture in the room. Especially the huge closet at the opposite wall looked particularly heavy.

I got up from the bed, and let my hands sweep against the furniture as I past them. On my left was a beautiful dressing table, with a circular mirror and what seemed to be hundreds of small drawers. I wondered for a short moment what all those drawers were for, but decided to let it go. Instead I let my hands follow the little golden carvings which decorated the dresser in a pattern that matched the one on the white carpet.

On the walls were panels, in what I presumed were different shades of dusty rose colours decorated with white and golden patterns, from floor to ceiling. One panel was hidden behind an idyllic landscape painting.

It was too dark in here, I thought to myself, before I eyed the two huge windows which dominated the entire right wall of the room. The only source of light came from the candles at the bedside tables, and the darkness made me drowsy. Not to mention a little paranoid, with all the dark shadows in the corners, I realized.

I needed light.

I walked over to the window which was closest to were I stood, and took a hold of the heavy white lace curtains, and pulled them to the side. I waited for the light to hit my face, but nothing came. A frown showed on my forehead, as I realized the reason for this. Wooden boards and planks seemed to be attached to the outside of the window, and no matter how hard I pulled the window didn't crack an inch. I tried the other window with the same result.

I let out a sigh from the effort and sat down on the piano stool in front of the dressing table, with my back to the mirror.

Where was I?

And why was I here?

A small movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention and I got up. I went to the huge closet and found a door, almost invisible because of its resemblance to the panelling.

A faint ray of light showed at the foot of the door, and without thinking much of it, I bent down to touch the light. I stared at the light for a while, completely absorbed by the beauty of it, but I was abruptly pulled out of my trance-like-state when the light disappeared for a moment only to reappear a second later.

Someone was outside the door!

Without a moments thought I ran to one of the bedside tables and grabbed a candle stick and before I knew it I was back at the door, with a hand on the handle.

…

The door squeaked as it was pushed open. I took a step outside in what seemed to be a silent hallway. I looked around quickly but I saw no one.

I frowned for a moment before I held up the candlestick to get a better look at the room, which was only slightly more lit-up than the room I had just left. Oil lamps hang on the walls, which where decorated by light beige coloured fleur-de-lis tapestry. The lamps were somewhat old and lightly dusty, and they created shadows everywhere. I couldn't help the sudden shiver up my spine. The shadows were everywhere, and I couldn't shake off the paranoid feeling of being watched.

I bit my lip as my eyes darted through the room, but I could still see no one. Why wasn't anybody here? I had been so certain there were someone out here, that the lack of people caught me off guard. I just stood there, frozen, for a moment without really knowing what to do.

Why isn't anybody here? I thought to myself, halfway annoyed, halfway creeped out.

I started wondering if the shadow I had seen before was only a product of my imagination, when a sudden movement at my left caught my attention.

"Hello?" I asked in an unsteady voice. I said it without thinking, and it was first afterwards it hit me that it might not be the best of ideas to call out. After shrugging off my uneasiness I turned towards the place I had seen the flash of white and tried to make out a figure in the darkness. I held my candlestick a little higher, and took a step forward.

"Hello?" I tried again. Still no answer. Maybe it had all been my imagination, I though with a relief I didn't understand. I was just about to return to the room from before, when I saw it again. This time however there was no question. It was a person.

A woman, in what seemed to be a long white nightgown, stood a few feet from me, her eyes fixed on a point over my head.

I froze in my place as I took her in. Where had she come from? Suddenly out of no where, she was just ... there. And she was so… beautiful. Her skin was pale. Even in the dim light, I could see the whiteness of her skin, and the almost unnatural glow in her auburn coloured hair. She stood at attention, still as a statue, her eyes fixed on the wall behind me.

Her beauty was overwhelming. It seemed so foreign and unusual, yet there was still something about her beauty which lured me in. I felt as if I ought to know her, yet I was certain I had never seen her before in my entire life.

My traitorous feet took a step forward before I even realized it, and my left hand was raised as if to reach out for her. Her skin, a pale white, looked smooth and I just knew it would be cold if I touched it. I didn't know how I knew it, but I suddenly felt an urge to verify my assumption. I had to know, so I took another step towards her still figure, and then another.

I was only inches away, my hand almost touching her elbow, when she moved.

Her right hand suddenly held my wrist in a tight grip. Some part of my mind recognized the coolness of her skin, but it was her gaze that held my attention. Her eyes, which had been focused on the wall, suddenly shifted to my face, and held my gaze captured.

I could do nothing but stare into her eyes, which were of an alluring ruby colour. I absentmindedly realized that she was moving backwards, pulling me with her. I didn't know if that was a good thing or not, I couldn't find the strength to care. It was as if I had no mind of my own, and I followed her willingly into a room at her left.

In the periphery of my sight I found that it was a somewhat circular room, yet edged? I didn't know, and I didn't care. All I could do was stare into those ruby eyes of hers.

She stopped us, and I felt a light pressure in my hair. She pulled my head back, exposing my bare neck, and with a sudden movement too fast for my eyes to catch, she was at my ear, whispering softly:

"Don't worry, young one. This will only hurt for a moment"

I felt my heart speed as her lips moved to the nape of my neck.

I had to get out of here. The thought sounded so loud in my head, I was surprised the woman didn't seem to notice.

The moment her eyes had let me go, my head had started to work again, and the fear from earlier crept up on me again. All my senses screamed 'danger' and the urge to run was overwhelming.

A sense of déjà vu swept over me as I tried to push her away. The whole situation seemed like something I ought to remember, but I just couldn't. I... Had I been here before? I tried to remember, but I just couldn't. My head spun and the adrenaline which pulsed through my body hurried me to run, not think.

Her lips caressed the skin on my neck, and just as I readied myself for the sting of her teeth the pressure of her hands in my hair disappeared.

The woman suddenly disappeared, and I heard an angry hissing sound somewhere at my left. I fell to the floor, my legs suddenly unable to carry me, and I landed in a bundle of silk and laces.

A dress. I wore a beautiful dress, which was old, yet new. It … I remembered this dress.

Something wet hit my hand as it swept against the silk, and I realized I was crying. I touched my face and felt the wetness on my cheeks.

With tears streaming down my face I put my hands on the floor to push myself up. My legs allowed me to stand, and I found myself in a room full of mirrors. The small room, obviously meant to be a dressing room, was covered by floor to ceiling mirrors all the way around.

I don't know if the room was beautiful or not. The only thing I could focus on was the image of myself, reflected from every angle in the little mirror room. I saw myself, as I stood in the most beautiful dress I had ever laid my eyes on.

My wedding dress.

A loud sob broke the silence, followed only seconds later by another one.

I remembered.

Like I said, I'm not completely happy with this chap, but since I can't put my finger on what is wrong with it, I can't really fix it … Soooo, I thought I might as well just post it ;P he he. Hope it was okay. If not… Well, then hopefully you'll like the next chapter better :)

Thank you for reading :D