Sneakie Peekie
 (Characters based on those from Stephenie Meyer's Novel 'Twilight')

(Currently untitled )

I was dizzy before I opened my eyes yet when I did, I immediately recognised my surroundings.
I was in my hospital bed. The one I had spent almost a year getting myself accustomed to. I blinked watching the tiny flickers of dust that danced in the sunshine that had gotten through the cracks in the dreary hospital drapes.
A weight on the bed shifted, instinctively I turned to see what had caused it. Edward stood over me. His eyes glistening like the dust that drifted around the dimly lit room. I reached up toward him but almost instantly my hand fell back to the side of me with a light thud. I became aware that my limbs were too heavy to lift. I looked to Edward for an explanation, the crooked grin I had come to know so well crept over his lips as his eyes flickered to my neck. My inability to defend myself suddenly terrified me, I wanted to scream; to alert someone and knew I couldn’t before I had even tried. I opened my mouth gasping to form a sound. Edward leaned over me, immensely pleased at the effect he was having on me.
“Whats wrong with me?” I tried to push the thought out of my head, to magnify it as if by some miracle he would hear me. His fingers started to slowly stroke their way up my arm while I fought desperately against the weight holding my body down to the bed. I wanted to kick him away and scream at the top of my lungs. He continued to stroke up my arm and over my shoulder, his fingers dipping into the contour of my collarbone before slithering around my neck. My eyes bulged in their sockets, I pleaded silently with him; begging him with my eyes. His dark stare penetrated me, I knew he had no intention of letting me go. He pushed down harder on my neck, crushing and forcing out my last breath out of me. I heard a snap.

I jolted out of my sleep, sitting up instantly to make sure the weight had left my body, I sighed with relief when my limbs responded. I pushed my sticky hair away from the sweat trickling over my face and down my neck. I looked around my bedroom for once, glad I was there.
That was the first night I had dreamt in the years since the accident, and it unsettled me. Being with Edward Cullen had somehow awoken something that was lost in my tangled memories. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what that thing was.