A/N: First piece, let me know what you think.

RAITING:k-k+

SUMMARY:Bella has a night mare about someone other than Edward changing her, against her will. It is set after of Eclipse.

DISCLAIMER:I do not own Stephanie Meyers characters, or settings in any way, shape, form, or fashion. I'm just playing I promise to give them back unharmed when I'm done. No copyright infringement is intended.

With His Kiss

By: Katie Todd

BPOV

I see them pale, cunning, graceful, running. I see them; eyes flat black, thirsty. They're hunting, I realize with terror, hunting me. They seem timeless and beautiful, I can't pull my eyes away from them. I notice the dark circles under their eyes, a remembrance of their sleepless nights. They're ancient and deadly, destructive but talented. I am breathless just watching them. They take notice of me and move closer. One lays a cold hand on my neck. I see his eyes assess me, I wonder if he is using a gift. His head bows over my neck, I try to turn, but his speed is my enemy and his teeth crash against my throat. I wake with a start, Edward tightens his grip around me, his face is tight as he asks what's wrong. I turn into his chest whimpering slightly.

"Nightmare" I manage to murmur.

I close my eyes to sleep again, only to see Aro's face teeth elegantly barred. A tear escapes my eyes and, as it drops on his chest, he notices. He pulls me even tighter to his chest, not even a whisper can get between us now. My throat opens and a sob breaks loose from it.

"Shh, shh, Bella, it's just a dream. I'm here with you I won't let anything hurt you" Edward whispers convincingly.

After another hour of trying to sleep I climb out of Edward's big gold ornate bed and walk wordlessly to his couch. Edward follows me and sits beside me. He shrugs an arm around me and pulls me to closer to his chest. Neither he nor I know why I go to the couch, why we're sitting there, but it seems the nightmare vanishes as if it was connected to the bed, well it stays away for now anyway. Eventually, Edward, my Adonis, coaxes the nightmare out of me, never pushing for details but letting his curiosity color his careful sentences. His grip on me tightens with every word, pulling me further into his protective embrace. Telling him seems to calm me enough to go back to sleep, and I do my head pillowed on his thigh as his hands run over my shoulder and arm. But it seems I wake up from another nightmare just as soon as I fall asleep.

This one's completely different though, in it I'm in the woods blankly running after Edward. I fly up into a sitting position and, as if on instinct, his lips crush mine. They let me know he's alive and loves me. They carefully shape themselves around mine and I realize that I can survive my nightmares if I can wake up to his kiss.

A/N: and?