Thanks once again to Sherry.

For those who are fearing the wip... Don't, this is already completed.

This fic has been creeping into my head every time I tried to work on something I have already started. So I decided to get it down hoping it will shut it up. It's short and sweetish and I hope you all like it. Devil Edward might not be everyone's cup of tea.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed I truly appreciate it.

Bella.

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I made it to my apartment just before the rain started.

Putting the box on the coffee table, I made something to eat and grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge. It didn't take long to finish the whole bottle, making me feel more relaxed.

Picking up the box, I looked closely at it. It was pretty, yet a little strange looking. I didn't understand the carvings. I knew what a pentagram was, but there were a couple of symbols that I had never seen before.

The people on their knees were strange, but I guess the fact that it belonged to a clergyman would mean it was something religious.

I opened the box and took out the feather, it's was really soft. I fanned it down my cheek. I had never seen a bird big enough to leave a feather of this size, it was almost the length of my arm; maybe it was man made.

I kept stroking it over my cheek, my neck, it was so soft and for some reason, I began to feel more relaxed. My eyes began to feel heavy.

I decided to call it a night. I climbed into bed with the feather still clutched in my hand and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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I was in some unknown woods. It was dark and I could see the moon shining down in the distance. The trees seemed to sway in the wind, their branches were filled with big black birds; their cries echoing through the trees making it seem more sinister. Otherworldly.

The wind picked up and I could hear the rustling leaves behind me. I heard a branch crack and turned around, nothing was there.

I was starting to get scared now. I turned forward again, and jumped back landing on my butt; black smoke-like shadows loomed ahead. There were so many, all moving around each other; even when the wind picked up more speed the smoke didn't seem to be affected.

Whispered words sounded around me. I couldn't distinguish one voice from another and then the voices seemed to mesh into one. My breathing picked up and I felt as if my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I could hear them begin to chant, the language was unrecognizable.

They were slowly making their way towards me; jumping up I took slow, tentative steps back, my eyes never leaving the thick shadows. The chants started to grow louder, the haunting rhythm of the chant increasing my fear. I began to panic.

My breathing came out in short fast pants, and my head was starting to feel light. Then... someone was behind me halting my steps, two hands firmly planted themselves on my shoulders and I froze.

"Enough," the voice was firm and the chants stopped, "you're scaring her." I felt lips brush against my neck, "We wouldn't want that, would we, Belladonna?" I felt him lick my neck. "Mmmm… So lovely, I've been waiting for you, my Belladonna."

I couldn't speak, my mind was blank, and I couldn't pick between panic and lust, which just scared me more. It was like deja vu. I had been here before, but I couldn't remember when or how.

The panic was increasing; black spots began to appear in my vision. My mind was a swirl of images and I could feel his hands slide down my arms, pulling me closer.

His lips brushed my ear, "I'm not letting you go again, my Belladonna. We will get our forever. Ad infinitum." The chant began again and his laugh echoed behind me, soft and velvety, but filled with wickedness.

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I jumped up gasping for breath, my body covered in sweat, my eyes wide, and my breathing labored. I looked around the room. What the fuck?

Falling back against my pillow I had to laugh, God that was freaky.

The feather was still clutched in my hand, still perfectly formed. I laid it down on my bedside table, thankful that I didn't toss and turn during my nightmare. I would have been upset if I had ruined it.

I brushed my hand through my hair, my fingers snagging on a knot. Pulling at the hair, I felt something, and carefully pulled it out. There in my hand was a leaf. I sat staring at it, wondering how I never noticed it before I went to sleep last night.

It must be from last night, right? It couldn't have been from my dream. Get real Bella, you're starting to sound crazy. The damn leaf is not from your dream, it came from the walk home.

I didn't have time to ponder on the strangeness of it all, I had to get ready for work.

After showering and getting dressed, I walked my usual route to work.

Arriving at the library just in time. I was greeted by Mrs. Cope.

"Hello dear, terrible storm we had last night, wasn't it?" I looked at her puzzled.

"We had a storm? I mean I know we had heavy rain." It had been raining hard when I went to bed.

"Oh, yes, the wind was terrible, some roads were closed due to the trees that were brought down by it." Huh, I guess I must have slept through it.

Before I could say anymore, I heard a voice I recognized.

"Hello dear." I turned and spotted the woman from the antique shop. She smiled and walked towards my desk, her outfit was just as bright today, but the feathers had been woven in her hair.

"Hello?" Shit, I never did get her name, my God, how rude was I yesterday? "I'm sorry I never asked your name, I was feeling a little strange." Her smile was a little strained.

"No bother my dear, I am Zafrina," She held out her hand and I shook it. "I was driving by on my way to work and saw you walking, I just wanted to get your details so I can send you the history of the pieces you bought yesterday."

"Yes, sorry." I wrote down my address and gave it to her. She smiled in thanks, promising to get back to me as soon as possible, and was out the door before I could thank her.

How weird?

The rest of the day was uneventful but strange. I still caught sight of the shadow from the corner of my eye, and I thought maybe I should get my eyes tested.

My mind was unable to focus, and I found myself daydreaming about the woods from last night; wondering why they felt so familiar. I had never been there before, so I couldn't understand why a part of me remembered them, longed for them even.