I do not own 'Twilight' or any characters used. Stephenie Meyer has full ownership.
In my dream, I walked down a long dark road, fenced on either side by misty hedges. I was alone and afraid. I screamed for him, but he didn't answer. I began to panic. I turned, sensing someone behind me. There was no one. But, then, I heard a low snarl and an ear-piercing bark of rage. I turned on my heel to see a large rust-colored wolf staring at me, crouched in a pounce-ready position. I gasped. The wolf advanced, ever so slowly, towards me until he towered over me. His enormous sparkling teeth shown as he growled down at me. I cringed, but made myself look at him. I gasped again, this time not of fear, but shock. I gave the wolf a tight smile. But, the wolf's snarling and growling didn't stop. I just stood there, staring into the eyes of Jacob Black.
I awoke with a start. My eyes fluttered open. When I could make out my surroundings, my heart sped up. His face was inches from mine, filled with concern.
"Edward?" I asked, my voice breaking slightly.
"Bella? Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?" he asked, his smile forced and tight.
"Yeah...What's wrong with you?" I asked, touching his face.
"I was worried about you. You said some interesting things while you were asleep," he whispered.
I instantly sat up," What kind of interesting things?"
"Umm...well, you said things like 'Jacob, please, no!' and 'Jacob, what are you doing?' It was all very frightening. But, the thing that really scared me was the way you said those things, Bella...like you were scared out of your wits!" He explained, his eyes looking away, deep in thought.
"It's alright, Edward. I'm fine, just...just a bad dream," I sighed and crawled into his awaiting cold arms.
My mind kept drifting back to Jacob's cold red eyes. I had never been afraid of Jacob before, but those eyes were filled with a deep and unforgiving hate that seemed to be directed at me. But, for what reason was it directed at me? What had I done? It hadn't been revealed in the dream, and I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to know the reason behind that cold stare.
I felt better, though, after once again acknowledging the fact that I was in Edward's arms. He stroked my back with his cold thumb, sending chills down my spine. But, it made things a lot more bearable just because he was there with me. Soon, his consistent strokes and his soft voice lulled me to sleep once again. I didn't dream of Jacob Black again, and even if I had dreamt of those cold red eyes again, I wouldn't have been afraid, because Edward was there. My angel was there. Watching over me.So, what do you think? I kind of just got bored one day, and it's my first, so...please review.