Hey everyone! I know, I know, it's been FOREVER since I've updated, I'm so sorry! :( And unfortunately this isn't a very long chapter. I wrote it in like 20 minutes, because I wanted to be able to put somehting up since I hadn't in a veryveryvery long time. I don't update often because I have no idea where I want this story to go. So if any of you have any ideas, please PM me and let me know! I'm open to anything at this point :)
I woke with a start, my hands clutching the pillow over my head. I gasped for breath, the frightening images of my dream resurfacing.
The trees seemed to engulf me, my arms stretched out in front of me, looking, searching. Thunder echoed loudly throughout the forest, sending shivers down my spine.
I walked for who knows how long when suddenly I heard a fierce growling from behind me. Shocked, I turned and found a large russet wolf staring at me. I backed up against a tree but the wolf came closer, its deep brown eyes warning.
All around me thunder boomed but little rain filtered through the thick canopy. Then, from within the trees a stunning man stepped through. He had simple brown hair, stark sparkling white skin and blood-red eyes, a menacing look in them.
The wolf bared his teeth at the stranger, but the man simply picked up the wolf and flung him into a near-by tree.
"No!" I screamed, I heard several cracks as the wolf slammed into the tree.
The evil one stalked closer to me, slightly hunched in his posture, he licked his lips the closer he got. I tried to press myself into the tree, become one with it, but to no avail. He put his hands on either side of my body and leaned in close, "Miss me?" he hissed in my ear, pulling his lips back to reveal glistening, pointed teeth.
"Edward!" I screamed.
I was still catching my breath when I heard a scratch at my window. I jumped out of my bed and ran to the window, throwing it open.
I squinted my eyes into the blistering rain, enjoying the feel of the water on my sweaty face.
"Who's there?" I yelled into the wind, knowing Charlie would never hear me in this storm.
The darkness offered nothing back.
I thought through my dream, the name ringing clear in my head.
"Edward?" I whispered.
Again, nothing came out of the storm. I shut the window and turned.
"Ah!" I yelped, and there he was, standing in my doorway, soaking wet. His chest was heaving as if he had just run a great distance and his eyes smoldered into mine.
I walked over to him, his eyes following me carefully. I planted myself in front of him and leaned in close, my eyes sliding shut. His lips opened and his sweet scent washed over me.
"There's no way you were mine," I muttered, opening my eyes. When I did he was gazing into them intensely.
"But I was," he replied so low I wasn't sure I heard it right. He took my face in his cold hands cautiously, and I trembled under his touch. He closed the distance between us, pressing his lips to mine hungrily.
I responded, my hands winding around his neck, pulling him closer. He moaned into my mouth, his tongue tracing my bottom lip. I felt him pulling away and I tried to lock my arms around him, keep him there. There, with his mouth moving with mine, I felt….whole, like I had been missing a whole part of me and he had brought it back, a piece of me I never knew I was missing.
But it didn't matter how hard I pulled, he was much stronger me, and unwound my arms from his neck easily, holding them between us.
He looked me in the eye; still breathing heavily, "You still don't remember though…" he trailed off.
I stepped closer, "Then remind me," I suggested. His eyes hesitated a moment, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand.
He stopped suddenly, lifting my hand to examine it.
"What is it?" I breathed, my thoughts scattering as he put his lips to the back of my hand. He brought it down, tracing a strange shape on it. When I looked at him his jaw clenched, eyes tight.
"No," he murmured, turning to the door.
"Wait!" I tugged his arm and he looked back at me with infinite sadness in his golden eyes, "I can't," was all he said. And for the third time since I had been here, he disappeared into the night.
I fell onto my bed, tears welling in my eyes. I held the hand he had caressed so tenderly, wondering what on it had changed his mind, he had been going to stay with me, tell me everything, I could see it in eyes.
I flipped on the lights, and recognized the shape he was tracing on my hand. There was a slightly raised scar in the shape of a half-moon on my hand. I stared at it puzzled, trying to remember where I would get such a strange scar. Then I noticed how it shimmered in the light…just like the evil man from my dream.