Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to Twilight, New Moon or Eclipse. I am not Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: Do not read if you have not completed Eclipse. Not to good at writing summaries, but here goes. This is my idea of what I think Book Four, Breaking Dawn, will be about. This is my first public fanfic, so please R+R. Rated "M" for Sexual Content in later chapters.
They say that sometimes it is hard to distinguish the difference between reality and fiction. I believe this is one of those times. Though I strongly agreed within myself that I was having a dream, the events and faces were so real. The night was dark and I was running through the dark, damp forest. Lightening flashed across the sky and thunder boomed in the background. I came to a sudden stop and nearly fell hard to the ground in the process. There ahead of me stood a large russet colored wolf, his eyes black as night. He stood, panting, his mouth foaming in the corners.
"Jacob?" I whispered, slowly walking towards him. His ear twitched at the sound of that name, and a low grumble escaped his chest. "Jacob? Whats wrong with you?" my voice became a little shaky as I edged towards him. The rage in his eyes were nothing like I have ever seen before. It was as though he was not Jacob. He was wild, and dangerous. He stared at me and I did something that I never though possible to do around him. I froze, froze with fear. When I tried to command my legs and feet to move, he snarled once more. I took a step backward, his eyes focusing on my movement. I did not dare turn my back on him now, for the foam around his lips was thick, his eyes enraged.
"Jacob, don't do this. This isn't you..." As I spoke, his body crouched, ready to spring. One step, two more steps backwards, then he attacked.
"Nooo!" I awoke and felt a cold, stone hand on my arm, catching me before I fell to the ground. My body was covered in a cold sweat, my heart rate pulsing through my whole body. Suddenly I was shaking, tears streaming down my cheeks. Edward pulled my trembling body closer to his, trying to calm my shaking. His cold, stone arms a welcome relief to my sweating body.
"Another bad dream?" he asked, his musical voice muffled though my hair. I simply nodded and began sobbing once again. He ran his arm gently up and down the length of mine. After a few moments, the hideous visions began to clear themselves from my mind.
"Would you like to talk about this one?" Edward asked pulling my face up so that my eyes were focused on his. His deep amber searched my face while he wiped a stray tear from my cheek. I sighed deeply trying to keep my voice from sounding shaky. It was only a dream after all.
"It was of Jacob, but he was not himself. He was in his wolf form, and snarling.." I could see the slightly disgusted look in his eye as I described my nightmare. "And when he sprang to attack, I woke up." I concluded.
"It sounds as though the Jacob in your dream has become a rogue wolf." he said finally, pronouncing each word carefully. I lay my head on his chest, the steady movements of it as he breathed in and out, deeply and slowly, became my lullaby as a drifted into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning I awoke to sunshine coming in through my window. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the early morning light, and soon realized Edward was not at his usual spot beside me. My eyes scanned the room and found him standing at the window, his back to me. "Edward?" I whispered, my voice hoarse from sleep. He turned to face me, a smile at the corner of his lips.
"I believe today is the day to tell Charlie about our engagement." he replied, and turned back to the window. I got out of bed and went to the window to see what it was that caught his attention. When I followed his gaze, I saw Charlie sitting in his cruiser. Quickly, I looked at my clock and noticed that he was going to be late for work.
"He came in your room this morning to kiss you goodbye and noticed the ring on your finger." Edward answered my unasked question. I forgot I had still been wearing the engagement ring from the night before. My shoulders slumped and I went back to the bed, pulling my knees to my chest. "What is he doing? Why is he just sitting there?" I wondered aloud, my voice barely audible through my knees.
"His mind is going in too many directions at once. Part of him just wants to believe that you have picked up a liking for jewelry, and the other.."
"Believes that you have proposed to me." I finished his sentence for him. He simply smiled and nodded.
Edward disappeared through the window quickly after kissing me goodbye. I headed down stairs and decided to pretend to be oblivious to Charlie's grim look, since I wasn't really supposed to know what was going through his mind. I went to the kitchen and emptied the trash bin for an excuse to go outside.
"What are you still doing here?" I asked curiously when he was within hearing distance. He looked up startled. "Dad are you okay?" I continued. When my eyes met his face, I noticed how pale he was. With perfect timing Edward drove up in his silver Volvo. Charlie remained seated in the car, unmoving. "Dad whats wrong?" I asked again, this time with a little more force. Although I was not completely oblivious to his thoughts, his expression was starting to worry me. I had never seen Charlie like this before. It was as if his whole world had... crashed and burned.
"Charlie!" I yelled, my voice reflecting my growing annoyance. "Please, say something, anything." I pleaded, finally getting his attention. Edward was now leaning against the driver's side of his car. His expression was emotionless, yet, I knew that he was trying to focus, or perhaps sort through the thoughts of my clearly stunned father.
"Perhaps I should take a personal day today and spend it with my daughter." Charlie muttered. When he spoke, his voice seemed distant, almost dreamlike. My eyes flickered to Edward who had his eyebrows wrinkled in slight confusion. After a moment, he shook his head slightly in defeat. He was unable to sort through his thoughts. This must really be something serious for him I thought to myself, wishing Edward could hear me this one time.