-This is my first FanFic, so please be a little easy on me! I would love to know what everyone thinks, so please review!

-Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own this story, or the Characters. They belong to the amazing Stephanie Meyer.

It was so dark. I was standing outside, and I was vaguely aware that it was raining. I could hear the sound of water splashing onto the leaves on the canopy top as I was trying to stumble my way out of the trees, my hands stretched out in front of me, searching for something to hold onto to keep from falling.

It didn't work. As I tried to feel my way through the trees, a large root jetting up from the forest floor caught my foot, and I flailed wildly, searching for a branch to catch myself on, but there was nothing. I slammed into the fallen rotting leaves on the ground, feeling something sharp jab into the palm of my hand. Perfect, I thought, Just what I need.

How did I get out here? I couldn't remember. I pushed myself off the ground onto my knees and attempted to brush of my newly injured hand to free the dirt from it in case I had indeed cut myself. As I blindly brushed at my hand, I smelled it. Rust and Salt. Im bleeding. Wonderful. I fought at the nausea that was trying to claim a hold on my stomach, while breathing through my mouth and still trying to clean my hand as best as I could.

That's when I heard it. A low rumble coming from a few feet behind me. I sat there, not moving, not even breathing. Oh, God. I listened as the rumble got louder.

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no!

The sound was getting closer, and That's when I stared to panic. I still couldn't see anything through the pitch black forest, but I couldn't just sit here waiting for whatever animal was behind me to make me its dinner. I shoved myself off the ground and ran straight ahead, praying the whole time I didn't slam into a tree trunk, or worse, trip over my own feet.

Please don't be chasing me, please don't be chasing me! I chanted over and over in my head. And then I heard it. A guttural roar ripped from the throat of whatever was behind me, so loudly that I had to stop and put my hands over my ears. But I couldn't stop. I had to run; to get away. I took off once more, keeping my hands out in front of me, guiding me through the dense forest.

Just as I thought my lungs were going to catch fire from running, I exploded out from the edge of the woods directly behind Charlie's house. Oh, thank God! I sprinted towards the back door. Almost there, almost there! And the sound came again. The deafening roar ripped through the tree's behind me, but I didn't look back. I threw myself into the door, slamming it and locking the dead-bolt as I slid down to the floor, trying desperately to catch my breath.

It yelled my name, I thought. The last horrible shriek it had let out, the scream that had made my skin crawl, had been my name.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and squeezed my eyes shut as I rocked myself back and forth on the floor, trying to slow my heart beat. Just then, something cold grabbed my shoulders. I screamed and shook wildly, trying to shake the icy grip from my body, only to feel myself being pulled against something hard and freezing. It was telling me to calm down.

Finally, I realized who was holding me.

"Edward!" I was crying. I took his face into my hands and planted frantic kisses all over his face.

"Oh, Edward! Im so glad you're here!" I was whispering now.

"Of course im here," he said, looking a little confused. " I've been here all night, Love."

That's when I realized that I was back in my room, safe with Edward.

"How…?" I trailed off. It was so real. The woods, being chased, that thing calling out my name as I ran. I Shivered from the thought of it, looking up to see the topaz eyes of my fiancé staring at me with concern.

"You were having a nightmare, Love. I tried to wake you, and you started screaming." His kept his gaze on me, his face still covered with worry, as he brushed the hair back from my face and tucking it behind my ear. Just as I was about to explain, his eyes snapped over to the door.

"Charlie." he whispered. "Lay down."

I obeyed, and heard the door squeak as Charlie walked into the room.

"Bella? Are you okay honey?"

"Yeah, Dad. Just a bad dream." I explained "Im fine."

"Jeeze, Bells. The way you were screaming…" he trailed "I thought I was going to have to bring my gun in here with me."

I gave him an exaggerated smile. "Im fine, dad. don't worry."

But he was worried. He remembered all to well the nightmares that plagued my dreams not so long ago. I got out of bed and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Really, Charlie. Im fine. Go back to bed and get some rest. You have to work in the morning, and I have to go to the Cullen's to do more planning for the wedding." Ugh. That was actually true. The wedding was just a few weeks away and we still had so much to do.

"Right, right. 'Night, kiddo." I heard him grumble something else as he walked down the hallway back to his bedroom, and I thought I heard him say something about "damn wedding." Poor Charlie. He wasn't keen on the thought of me getting married so young, but he knew it was what I wanted, and he was willing to do anything to see me happy. Even if Edward was not his favorite person right now.

I closed the door and turned around to see an angel stretched out across my bed. His hands were propped behind his head, and he was looking at me with his perfect crooked grin that always took my breath away.

"Hi." I whispered, still staring at him.

"Come here." he whispered back, stretching his arms out to me. I walked over and climbed into his arms, placing my head on his marble chest, listening to the sound of his breath and nothing else.

"Are you alright, Love? That dream must have really scared you."

I shivered. Edward slipped his hand into mine and began tracing light circles with his thumb on my palm, but after a moment he stopped and went completely still.

"What is it, Edward?" I asked alarmed.

"You're bleeding, love." He whispered, still staying perfectly still. "There is a scratch on your hand that I must have re-opened. Im sorry, I didn't know it was there."

I reached over him to turn on the lamp that was beside my bed, staring at my hand in disbelief. How can that be? It was just a dream! I looked up at him, tears stinging my eyes and threatening to spill over. He looked at me very confused.

"Edward, I didn't have a cut on my hand when we went to bed. I did this in my dream." My breathing was becoming faster as I began to panic yet again, but Edward remained very calm.

"Bella, you need to calm down before your heart leaps through your ribcage. Now tell me what you dreamt."

I took a deep breath to try to calm myself, but my explanation still came out in a rush. I told him about falling in the woods, and the strange thing chasing me home and finally yelling my name as I slammed the door. After I finished, he remained silent, just looking down at the thin line of blood lining the inside of my palm.

"Tomorrow we will tell Carlisle about this incident. He may be able to give us more insight on what happened." He paused, still looking at my injured hand. "Bella, love. I think that we should clean your hand. You smell so lovely that if you don't, im afraid that I might do something that would disgust you."

He turned his eyes to me, dazzling me yet again with his beauty. With any normal person that was dating a vampire, his statement would have terrified them, but it gave me an idea. With my other hand, I wiped a bit of blood from my palm and held it up in front of his face.

"Edward, nothing you do will ever disgust me." I heard him inhale sharply as I took my finger and wiped a bit of blood on his lower lip. He sat there, stunned at my actions and looked at me with questioning eyes. Before he could say anything, I leaned in and kissed his perfect lips, parting them with my tongue so that he could taste my blood that I had placed there. Suddenly, he took my face in his hands, pressing my lips on his with urgency. When he pulled away, we were both gasping for air.

"Bella," he said, his voice raspy, "Please don't do that again. Im afraid that if you do, I may not be able to maintain my control." he wasn't looking at me.

"Edward, I just wanted to show you that there is nothing you can do that will disgust or scare me. I love you. Every part of you, and there is nothing that you can do that will ever change that." I placed my hand on his cheek so that he was looking at me. "Nothing." I repeated.

Then, he grinned my favorite crooked grin, and said for probably the hundredth time since we met…

"Bella, Your going to be the death of me." And he placed his hand on my chin, tilting my head back as he placed his perfect lips to my throat.