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My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War

The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.


10. Chapter 10: Nightmare or Vision?

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I was in excruciating pain...the fire was surging through me worse than ever before. I was screaming my sobs, unable to stop them. "Edward--" I sobbed, reaching for him, "It hurts--" I broke off sobbing again, "It hurts--"

Edward took my hand, held it to his chest, and reached down with his other hand to wipe off my tears. "I know, Bella. It's almost over. Just a little more."

I couldn't see him through my tears, but I could hear the pain in his voice as he said the words. I cringed and began convulsing in paroxysms of pain, struggling to get through this. I had to do it. I had to be strong. For Edward. I hated hearing how much he was hurting. It hurt me even more than the fire did, which was now raging in my chest, burning me so much, I could have sworn I was literally on fire. I was burning to death, I was sure of it. I screamed wordlessly again as the fire spread rapidly to my heart, the venom taking over my body in such a horrible manner--but it wouldn't stop. It couldn't stop. I wouldn't allow it to stop.

Tears streamed down my face and I turned my head deliriously from side to side. "Edward--if I die--I love you--" I broke off, unable to speak, as darkness once again tried to consume me, but I fought it with every ounce of strength I had.

"You are NOT going to die, do you hear me?!" Edward cried, fiercely, tightening his hold on me as he pulled me into his arms, "Bella, you HAVE to get through this. Fight it! For me; for us. I NEED you. Don't you dare leave me! Bella, please--stay with me."

The fire increased even more as it now entered my heart and I sobbed, "No!" I broke off, sobbing wordlessly again.

Edward held me even closer and brushed the hair back from my face with trembling hands. "I'm sorry, baby....I'm so sorry." He mumbled with great difficulty. His fingers were tracing my jawbone lightly and the coolness of them felt so good on my burning skin.

I grabbed his hand, desperately with my clammy hand that was trembling so hard that Edward had to steady it with his own. I brought it down to my chest and placed it over my heart, but the fire was so intense that it did no good. I couldn't even feel the slightest difference. I arched my back and kicked my leg to try to diminish the pain. But, nothing helped. I buried my face into Edward's chest and that helped a little, so I stayed like that, taking in desperate gasps of air.

Edward held me closer and lowered his head to kiss my temple, letting his lips linger, and rocked me back and forth, deliriously.

After what seemed like a million years, the pain finally began to subside and I began to gradually relax in his arms, my breathing evening out slowly. It really was almost over. I could feel the fire dying and fading away.

I exhaled shakily and tilted my head to look up into Edward's eyes. A slight smile was playing on his lips as he said, "Bella...are you with me?"

I nodded weakly and mumbled a small, "Mm-hm," into his chest.

He chuckled, but it sounded strained, "Just a little longer, love....It's almost over." He said, softly, caressing my neck with the back of his hand. I couldn't respond out loud, and he understood, because he merely kissed my eyelids and said, "You did great. I am so proud of you."

I smiled weakly and nestled in closer to him, the pain subsiding more the closer I was to him. I pulled myself closer to him and buried my face into the tip of his collarbone, lightly brushing my lips across it. "I love you," I murmured against his skin. He merely hugged me closer and kissed my hair, unable to express his feelings with words.

Eventually, the pain was completely gone and I heard my heart beat for the last time. My eyes jerked open and I felt the strength and power growing within me.

I sat up and looked at Edward, who helped me stand up and asked, nervously, "Bella?"

I smiled and caressed his face, "Thank you....It's done." He smiled his crooked smile and pulled me up slightly to kiss me.

I tightened my arms around his neck, pulling myself even closer to him, and deepened the kiss, caressing the inside of his lower lip with the tip of my tongue before entwining my tongue with his. I whimpered and pulled him closer to me.

I kissed him one more time before he was somehow ripped away and flying across the room, while I was thrown to the ground. I didn't feel any pain, though. It was like throwing a pebble at a boulder--neither felt pain.

I heard a growl erupt from the other side of the room and I climbed surprisingly gracefully to my feet as I saw Edward dueling with Jacob. Edward was just blocking Jacob's attempts to hurt him and holding him back, but Jacob was throwing as many punches and kicks and bodyslams as he could get in. Both were growling at one another, Jacob glaring at Edward with pure hatred, while Edward's face was perfectly composed into one of determination to keep me safe.

I saw what was going to happen before it did and I couldn't stop the yell that escaped me: "JACOB, NO!" But, he ignored my pleas and let out another yell of rage and bodyslammed Edward into the nearest wall, denting it.

Edward let out a muffled yell and screamed, "BELLA, RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!"

I ran over to them and tried to pull Jacob off of Edward, but he shrugged me off, sending me flying across the room in the other direction. I felt the crater appear in the shape of my body as I hit the cement floor again.

I heard Edward yell my name in concern and then a crash followed that. Jacob let out a yell of pain, but I couldn't care less. Was Edward hurt?

An unfamiliar growl erupted and grew until it bounced off the walls and echoed; loud enough to make Edward and Jacob freeze. I got to my feet and looked around for the source of the noise. Edward and Jacob were staring at me and it was then that I realized that it was coming frome me. Whoa, did I growl?!

Edward loosened his grip on Jacob and made to come over to me when Jacob grabbed him by his shirt and threw him into another wall, causing it to break into the other room and collapse, blocks of cement and sheetrock randomly strewn about.

"EDWARD!" I yelled. I couldn't see him. Was he under the debris? Oh, no.

Jacob ripped Edward's limp body from the rubble, threw him to the floor, and pinned him down.

Edward struggled to escape Jacob's firm hold on him. "Let me GO, Jacob!" Edward said, angrily.

"NO!" Jacob snarled, "You killed the woman I love! YOU. DISGUST. ME!"

"I didn't kill her! She's still alive; now she'll be alive forever."

"SHE'S. DEAD. TO. ME!" Jacob yelled, bitterly.

I was terrified. This was the true battle: choosing to watch my former best friend die or having to watch the reason for my existence die. If I was still human, I would have been hyperventilating and sobbing hysterically by now. I could not make this decision. How could it be expected of me to make this decision? I stared in horror, but I could not look away.

"Edward," I begged, "Fight back. PLEASE. Don't let him kill you."

"I can't do that, Bella." Edward said, his voice sounding almost strangled.

"EDWARD! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled, not daring to believe he would really let Jacob kill him for me.

"SHUT UP, BELLA!" Jacob yelled, "This is OUR fight; Stay out of it."

"Don't talk to her like that, Jacob!" Edward warned.

"What are you gonna do about it? You'll be dead!"

Jacob began convulsing and trembling in fury and I recognized this as signs of him changing into the werewolf. Before I could yell, he was already changed and he drew back his fist, which was now the size of Edward's head, and he thrust it forward, punching Edward as hard as he could.

I bodyslammed into Jacob as hard as I could, not holding anything back, using all of my newfound strength, and threw him off of Edward.

He turned back into the human and mumbled, "You're dead to me," before falling limp and dying. No! I underestimated my strength and now Jacob was dead because of it. But, I didn't care! I couldn't care.

I looked over at Edward, lying still on the floor--not even the slightest twitch of a muscle. "Edward?" My voice was trembling. Why wasn't he getting up? I approached him and saw this neck was literally snapped in two. His head was almost completely detached from his body.

I screamed wordlessly out of fear and disgust and pain. "NO!" Despite how grossed out I was, I ran over to him and tried to reattach it, but it wouldn't go.

"NO!! EDWARD, DON'T LEAVE ME! NOT AGAIN! COME BACK! EDWARD, I LOVE YOU! No, Edward...PLEASE...I need you." I buried my face in his chest and sobbed hysterical, tearless sobs. "I love you..." I mumbled again.

"He's DEAD, Bella." I looked up to see Charlie standing over us, expressionless, almost robotically.

"Oh, Dad!" I sobbed and went to go him, but he pushed me away and said, coldly, "You were never my daughter; I am ashamed to have ever known you. I never loved you; I never even wanted you. You're worthless. I HATE you."

I flinched and shook my head, "Dad..."

"DON'T. CALL. ME. THAT! You make me sick!"

"EDWARD!" I screamed and jumped awake, drenched in sweat. I was struggling to breathe and I had tears streaming down my face.

"Bella, Bella, I'm here. I'm right here." Edward said, concerned from beside me.

I turned to look at him and saw his beautiful face right before mine. I reached out to touch him to be sure this wasn't a dream. He didn't disappear: a good sign.

He must have known about my nightmare, because he merely pulled me into his arms, and held me, rocking me back and forth slightly. "It's okay, Bella. It was only a dream. I'm not going anywhere."

I was breathing shakily into his chest and closed my eyes. I was lying in between his legs with my arms wrapped tightly around his waist and my head was resting on his chest. He was lightly rubbing my back in a comforting manner and shushing me softly. I didn't want to go back to sleep; I was too scared of what I might see, so I stayed awake in the comfort of his arms.

"Oh, no..." I muttered, "I didn't disturb anyone, did I?"

He shook his head, "Not at all. Don't worry, Bella. Just relax."

I couldn't, though. "What time is it?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly.

"Just past 3:30." He answered softly.

"I can't go back to sleep now." I shook my head against his chest and sniffed in, stifling a sob.

"What do you want to do?" He whispered, kissing my temple and hugging me closer, and readjusting himself so he could look into my eyes.

I simply stared into his eyes and caressed his cheek with the palm of my hand and then the back of my fingers. Then, I traced his jawbone with my fingers and took in everything about him. I smoothed out his eyebrows with my thumb, I traced his hairline with my fingertips, running my fingers through several strands of his hair, trailed my fingers down the bridge of his nose, then across the skin right below his eyes, then across his cheeks, down to the teardrop above his upper lip, and the corners of his lips, and then I traced his lips with my fingertips, which were now trembling.

Then, I pulled down his lower lip slightly with my thumb and examined it intensely, as if to memorize the exact shape and texture of it. Then, I trailed my fingers down to his chin, the bottom of his chin, down his throat, around to the side of his neck, up to his ears, which I traced delicately, then I buried my fingers into his hair and began playing with individual strands as I memorized every emotion that crossed his perfect face:

Every emotion from pain and sympathy to compassion and love. He simply stared at me as I did this, his eyebrows now slightly furrowed in concern. I traced those lines of his eyebrows with my fingertips and then I slid up, in between his legs still, not a centimeter of space between our bodies, reached my lips to his, and pressed them lightly against his, and they parted instinctively, waiting for him to return the kiss.

He did so and I moaned and slid up further to deepen it more. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against the bridge of my nose and he kissed the tip of my chin, with his eyes still closed.

I sighed as his lips trailed down to kiss every inch of my throat down to the top of my shirt. Then, he pulled back and whispered, "Not that."

I forced a smile and closed my eyes, so relieved that it was just a dream and that my beautiful and perfect Edward was here in my arms, ALIVE. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost him again--I would not survive it--even if I had already been changed; the pain alone would be strong enough to kill me.

Edward caressed my face and said, softly, "Bella, it was just a dream. It will never happen, I promise you. WE won't allow anything to happen."

I smiled at his including me for once. He smiled his crooked smile and whispered, against my throat, "Let's go to our meadow. We can talk there."

I nodded and smiled weakly, still not sure if this was a dream.