I watched, terrified, as the black cloaked figure closed in on me…

My eyes opened, my heart pounding and my body shaking. I sat up, letting my mind realise it was only a nightmare. This was common for me now, every time he was away the horrible dreams would come back again, scaring me to the point of waking me. I tried not to scream anymore. It only caused more alarm than what was necessary and here, in the Cullen house, with only Carlisle home it would only serve to embarrass me should he come running, thinking I was in danger.

I waited impatiently for my breathing to return to normal. I wouldn’t be surprised if Carlisle could hear my heart as it jumped out of my rib cage in a fast rhythm.

I was scared to close my eyes again. I hugged a pillow tighter, a horrible substitute for Edward. The pillow was warm and soft, nothing like my freezing cold, rock-hard fiancé.

It was no use, I couldn’t sleep, not without him holding me, his cool breath fanning my hair and his sweet smell filling my head.

On shaky legs I stood from the bed, steadying myself before I started to walk again.

The room was a in total darkness and I surprised myself by only stumbling once on my way to the door.

I yawned widely as I made my way slowly down the stairs. I’d learnt from experience that stairs had the annoying tendency to make me fall down them. I avoided this and managed to arrive at the kitchen safely.

At first it had baffled me; what was the point in having a kitchen in a house where no one ate? Then, of course, it dawned on me that it was for appearances’ sake. Should anyone come visit, which apart from me was highly unlikely, the Cullen’s would need a kitchen. Even if only so they could offer that person/people a drink of water. Which was in fact why I was down here.

It was too dark, all the blackness reminded me of something I didn’t want to be reminded of. The Volturi. I shivered in fear. The vampire royal family nearly always starred in my nightmares, threatening mine and my loved ones safety.