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A Better Place, A Better Time

Summary:
It’s impossible, this can’t be… 1917. Even time, itself, can’t keep them apart. If this is a dream… I don’t ever want to wake up. Bella finds herself nearly 100 years in the past. Coincidentally in the city of Chicago. (Takes place during New Moon when Edward has left, AU.) Time traveling should be illegal. *COMPLETE* Sequel "All This Time" is posted on my profile.


Notes:
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in the story. Warnings: None yet. This takes place during New Moon, when Edward is M.I.A. It does not take the rest of the series into account. Enjoy. *Complete as of 4-25-2008!


2. 2. Green Eyes

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2. Green Eyes

The dreams were of him, again. But this time, they were soft and fragile. I was afraid to venture into them, worried that if I got too close, my bubble would pop. He smiled softly, his skin a warm pink colour. The dark circles under his eyes were gone, replaced with a healthy fleshiness. I stood back watching him. He stood across from me, whispering sweet nothings into the air. Then it seemed everything stopped, he moved closer to me. Standing a few feet from me, he waved gently and blew a kiss.

I shook awake, jerking upright. The room was darker than normal. There was no glass reflecting the outside light. I reached out for something to pull myself up on, not expecting to find anything. Instead a sharp corner appeared out of thin air, and I pulled myself upright. The air in this room was all wrong; it was musty and damp smelling, like my grandmother’s house.

I felt around the room avoiding more and more furniture. Where had it all come from? I shook off the rambling feelings I had inside. At last finding a wall, I followed it until I came upon a change in texture. Wood. It was a door. I found the knob and slowly pulled it open. The room outside was darkly light. A few candles burning at odd intervals around the room. I saw no one. Not a soul… nothing moved. I crept out carefully, checking each corner of the room. My eyes were still adjusting to dark, but I began to recognize distinctive shapes. A few tables here and there. A long wood bar to my left. The candles were sitting on most of them.

I found a square window that was attached to a door and made my way towards it, taking care to avoid making unnecessary noise that would call attention to me.

I peered out the smoky little window, checking for any signs of movement. My heart was thudding in my chest making noise so loud I thought I’d be found… But with a sigh of relief I found the street beyond to be empty. I slid the door open just enough to sneak out. Behind me, the door creaked shut as moved forward into the street.

The dust covered everything. The pebble-stone road was bumpy and irregular. Under my feet I could feel stones jutting up into the soles of my shoes. The crudely made road stretched out to my left and my right straight through the middle of the two rows of buildings. On each side the brick buildings lined up with only a few feet separating them from the neighbors; some where even attached leaving no room between. More like a strip mall.

I pulled my arms across my chest, holding in what warmth I had. The whole place seemed like a badly placed dream. I felt light as air as I moved, my feet barely touching the ground. I stared around at the buildings. Each one had little characteristics that made it stand out from its neighbors. The windows were lit with a soft glowing light and mannequins of different proportions had been jammed into them. Each wearing a crazy outfit that was bound to draw people’s attentions.


I stared intently at one noticing one mannequin in particular. She stood apart from the rest; her wig was wavy and hung closely to the ghostly white mannequin. Her dress hung like a sheath in a beautiful emerald green with a large gold belt synching at the waist. The thought of the marble toned skinned sent my mind spinning into old memories of my beloved second family. The emptiness inside of me echoed my thoughts, bounding off my empty ribcage and died slowly in the abyss. A shiver shook my body and the cold crept in.

But it was something else than just the cold, night air. It was coming from behind me. Eyes were bearing into my back. I could feel them rolling up and down my silhouette. I didn’t know if I should turn around or just stand there, but my feet refused to do what I wanted them to do. They slowly pulled me around to face the cold eyes.

There were two of them. The first one was a shorter man with large bulky limbs. His hat was tipped to the side and his jacket was a dirty, coal colour. His lips curved into a perverse smile as he nudged his buddy. His friend was at least a foot taller than him. He stood like a lump of muscle and smiled sadistically at the shorter one. His trousers were dark blue and his white shirt was stained yellow. I turned on the spot, feeling the weight of memories crushing my shoulders. It was beginning to feel like déjà vu, with that night in Port Angeles hanging eerily in the back of my mind. Every step feeling like it did that night, empty and vacant. Each step was involuntary, all my body knew was the sense of fear building in my stomach and the fight or flight response. My choice, as usual, was flight.

My body lurched forward towards the expanding street, moving faster as I went. I could hear the steps behind me of their leather soled shoes, and I felt their eyes on my back as I moved away from them. I saw lights flickering here and there in the windows of the brick buildings as I passed, none of which looked even remotely inviting or safe.

Their howls from behind me startled me. My legs moved clumsily forward, almost losing purchase on the uneven pavement.

“Where did you get those funny-looking bloomers?” I heard one of the men snicker. I imagined the snarl on the short man’s face as he called out questioning my choice of pants.

Without much notice the road suddenly took a sharp right throwing off my escape route. The houses in front of me loomed unwelcomingly. I took a swift turn and continued down what I had thought was a road. Instead of continuing on the road slimmed and turned into a skinny alley that twisted and turned behind more buildings. I couldn’t see the dead end until it was too late. My heart raced as I grasped at the dead end brick wall. It signified the end of my dream… or so I thought.

“Wake up, Bella. Wake up.” I tried to shake myself awake. I wanted to leave this place and wake up fresh in my bed, in my father’s home… in my home. The darkly lit alley swayed in front of me as the men turned the corner into the dead end.

But abruptly it wasn’t just the alleyway I was seeing any more. His smile loomed in front of me, transparent to the dark bricks and the encroaching men. I felt the warmth of his radiant eyes bearing down on me. The alley swayed a bit more beneath my feet, my lungs gasped for breath and my heart’s pitter-patter sped uncontrollably.

Everything around me closed in, the walls crushed me beneath their weight. The men’s eyes constricted the movement of air around my head.

Everything suddenly felt so real. The constriction of my lungs felt as though my body would never breathe again. The crushing weight around felt as though my bones would be broken into millions of little pieces…

His eyes were all around me. Watching me carefully. Instead of the beautiful topaz, they were a sparkling green…

“I told you to take care of yourself.”