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Mar. 14th, 2009 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yesthatbellaIt had been a pleasant, if tiring, Saturday at the beach at La Push.
Bella should have been sleeping soundly.
(Do you like scary stories?)
She wasn't.
"Run, Bella, you have to run!"
Of all the people she could dream about, Jacob Black wasn't even that surprising. She'd had a very interesting -- perhaps even enlightening, if she allowed her imagination to run away with her just a little further -- conversation with him earlier. Sure, he wasn't the usual target of her bizarre dreams, but it wasn't her brain's fault that Edward hadn't been there today.
(The Cullens don't come here.)
She wasn't afraid for herself. She never was, in dreams. But the large red-brown wolf that stood where her friend had been didn't register as a threat to her, in spite of Jacob's warning. In spite of Mike, calling from behind her, telling her to run.
She wasn't going to run. She waited, waited, held her ground until the shape coming out of the trees resolved itself into a person --
(What if I'm not the hero?)
-- who was more familiar to her dreams. He approached with black eyes and sharp teeth, and some part of her knew that this was the part where a rational person would've been afraid.
"Trust me."
Bella had never really been a rational person. She took a step forward, then another, then --
A flurry of activity; the wolf behind her, springing to attack. But not her. This dream had never been about her. She couldn't do anything, was rooted to the ground in that way that only dreams can make possible, helpless to look away as the wolf launched itself across the distance between her and the vampire.
***
"No!"
Bella sat bolt upright in bed, fragments of the dream falling away around her. Her cd player clattered to the floor, jolting her back to reality just that much more.
Just a dream. Just a stupid, stupid dream brought on by stupid Jacob Black and an overactive imagination.
She should've been relieved. But as she got up and went through the motions of showering, her mind was still working on overtime, and she couldn't shake the suspicion that had, at some point in the last week, come perilously close to belief.
She dressed and then turned on the computer -- a look wouldn't hurt, and if it turned up nothing, then... well. Bella tried to force herself not to think of what she'd do if her search turned up nothing. If she was smart, she'd probably drop it.
As long as I'm being not-smart...
Bella wandered into the kitchen, not really looking where she was going, all her attention focused on what Google was going to tell her.
Bella should have been sleeping soundly.
(Do you like scary stories?)
She wasn't.
"Run, Bella, you have to run!"
Of all the people she could dream about, Jacob Black wasn't even that surprising. She'd had a very interesting -- perhaps even enlightening, if she allowed her imagination to run away with her just a little further -- conversation with him earlier. Sure, he wasn't the usual target of her bizarre dreams, but it wasn't her brain's fault that Edward hadn't been there today.
(The Cullens don't come here.)
She wasn't afraid for herself. She never was, in dreams. But the large red-brown wolf that stood where her friend had been didn't register as a threat to her, in spite of Jacob's warning. In spite of Mike, calling from behind her, telling her to run.
She wasn't going to run. She waited, waited, held her ground until the shape coming out of the trees resolved itself into a person --
(What if I'm not the hero?)
-- who was more familiar to her dreams. He approached with black eyes and sharp teeth, and some part of her knew that this was the part where a rational person would've been afraid.
"Trust me."
Bella had never really been a rational person. She took a step forward, then another, then --
A flurry of activity; the wolf behind her, springing to attack. But not her. This dream had never been about her. She couldn't do anything, was rooted to the ground in that way that only dreams can make possible, helpless to look away as the wolf launched itself across the distance between her and the vampire.
***
"No!"
Bella sat bolt upright in bed, fragments of the dream falling away around her. Her cd player clattered to the floor, jolting her back to reality just that much more.
Just a dream. Just a stupid, stupid dream brought on by stupid Jacob Black and an overactive imagination.
She should've been relieved. But as she got up and went through the motions of showering, her mind was still working on overtime, and she couldn't shake the suspicion that had, at some point in the last week, come perilously close to belief.
She dressed and then turned on the computer -- a look wouldn't hurt, and if it turned up nothing, then... well. Bella tried to force herself not to think of what she'd do if her search turned up nothing. If she was smart, she'd probably drop it.
As long as I'm being not-smart...
Bella wandered into the kitchen, not really looking where she was going, all her attention focused on what Google was going to tell her.
