Waiting in the Twilight Chapter 13

Waiting in the Twilight

Chapter 13


“She’s in trouble,” I said.

I didn’t need to say who. They knew, accepted and understood, all in a split second.

“I don’t think so, Edward…not yet,” Alice said softly.

“Have you ever heard of precognitive dreams?” Jasper asked. That was something I could sink my teeth into. I’d had them before and Alice knew it. Just after my graduation, I had taken a trip with some friends and dreamed three nights in a row that Alice was drowning. I couldn’t reach anyone in the mountains where my friends and I were staying so I jumped on a flight and rushed home, arriving just in time to see Alice being loaded into ambulance. She had contracted a severe case of pneumonia and her lungs were filled with fluid. She was in such bad shape, we weren’t sure if she was going to make it for a while.

“You think that’s what these are?” I asked. Alice looked at Jasper and then back at me. I looked at Jasper and back to Alice.

“Yes we do, Edward. She’s fine right now, but she may be in trouble soon. We think that the reason you’re sharing the same dreams is because she’s going to need you,” Jasper said. He glanced at Alice and gave her an almost imperceptible nod that I don’t think I was supposed to see.

“Or?” I sensed there was something they weren’t willing to say out loud and I wasn’t willing to let it go. Not when it came to My EDGe. Jasper raised an eyebrow in surprise but, otherwise, his expression didn’t change. They tried not to look at me, tried to let the simple question pass into oblivion by pretending I hadn’t asked. I wasn’t going to let it slide.

Or?” I stressed. Alice looked up at Jasper with a pleading look. Jasper swallowed hard but didn’t say anything. I realized then what they didn’t want to say.

“Or she’ll get into trouble because of me somehow. Is that it?”

“When you’re dealing with the unknown like this… dream interpretation is impossible to say with any certainty…when the mind is trying to….

“Jasper, seriously, don’t try to get all philosophical on me. Just say it. She’s in danger because of me! I’m the one who’s hurting her,” I said. The words that had just left my mouth were like a physical and powerful punch to the face and stomach at the same time. I felt like I was going to be sick. My stomach churned violently thinking that I was having a precognitive dream that foretold of my hurting EDGe. For whatever reason, I had varying degrees of mental connections with certain people: Alice, Jasper, and now, EDGe. To think that it was my fault she was suffering, that she was bleeding…oh, it was just unbearable.

“No, Edward! You’re not hurting her. You couldn’t possibly. I know that. We don’t know what this is all about or why it’s happening. But I do know she needs you and she will need you even more someday soon. Dream interpretation is tricky. You’re taking the scenes in your dream very literally when they could be symbolic. It could be that she just gets deeply hurt emotionally and will need you and your kindness to help her through it.” Alice said. She was trying to comfort me, and I was grateful for her love and concern, but I wasn’t buying that one bit. In the dream, I was desperate to reach her…as though both our lives depended on it. My muscles had been so tense while I was supposed to be resting that, when I woke, my legs ached, my heart was pounding, my throat was raw from screaming her name, and sweat dripped from my face. No, you didn’t get that torn up over an emotional upset.

I needed to talk to EDGe as soon as possible. I looked at the clock and saw that I’d only been sleeping for two hours. We had already started filming the new battle scene written by the contest winner. I had to admit that, although I had thought it was a terrible idea at the time, it was a fabulous and epic ending to the Twilight series. The author was a truly talented writer. Even the script, which was usually rewritten, was mostly taken directly from the author’s story. I was due on the set in 45 minutes. As if on cue, my alarm clock went off startling the hell out of all of us. I wanted to get through this day as quickly as possible. I wanted to tell EDGe about my dream and maybe ask if she’d had a similar dream. I wanted to see what she thought it all meant.

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Whoever had written the new battle scene (and the cast and crew still had no idea who it was) had a very active imagination. The author had written in some pretty physical stunts and putting those stunts on film was challenging, to put it mildly. We were flying from wires, doing flips, kicks and levitating, all in front of a green screen. Some things, like the wolves and backgrounds, would be CGI’d into the scene in post-production. It was a lot of physically and mentally exhausting work but, beyond a shadow of a doubt, it would make the final Twilight movie, Breaking Dawn, an outstanding success.

Emmett had finally stopped razzing me with egg jokes. I guess he ran out of them, not that that stopped him from torturing me. Now that he had access to EDGe’s website, anything she published on EdAttack was ammunition for him. Every moment we weren’t together, he was logging onto all the sites: Ed Attack, MEoW, LTE, and Edsessed, gathering things that he could torture me with. He learned the blogger language and reveled in teasing me endlessly. His favorite at the moment was Edtastic or Edtacular. At the end of today’s filming, I had finally nailed the scene where vampire Robert lunges into the air, jumps over one of the Volturi, does a triple pirouette and, on the third turn, seizes another member of the Volturi just before he grabs Renesmee and pirouettes to the ground, still holding the Volturi, and rips his head off. I was pretty proud of myself for pulling off such a difficult stunt and, as I stepped off the green screen set, Emmett fell in beside me as I walked back to my trailer.

“Wow, bro! That was brutal. How many times did you try that, 7? Doesn’t matter, you nailed it. It will look absofreakinlutely Edtastic in the final cut,” he chortled gleefully.

I pretended to go after him knowing he would take off like a shot. As soon as he did, I faked him out and continued on to my trailer. Now it appeared Rose was getting in on the act. Every time EDGe posted a new video about Edward, whether she made it herself or it had been made by someone else, Rose would start singing or humming the song from it while she styled my “Vampire Bouffant.” Like I needed more aggravation? Still, listening to stuffy, conceited Rose trying to sing Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab” while styling my hair was rather comical.

The green screen filming took many, many takes/attempts to get it right and, since the filming of the new scene had begun nearly three weeks ago, we were getting off the set later and later. I had just enough time to get this vampire make-up off my face, shower, grab a quick bite from the fridge, and then I could talk to my girl.

As I walked past various crew members, I couldn’t stop thinking about Alice and Jasper’s precognitive dream theory. It was defined as: the ability to know what is going to happen in the future, especially if based on extrasensory perception. But what the hell did it all mean? A split tree, a low lying mist, EDGe running playfully in a black negligee’, and then she’s lost in the mist, clinging to the tree and calling for me desperately. When I reach out to save her, she screams “noooo” and is dragged off by…something that leaves her blood on the tree. What the fuck?

Finally, I could spend some time with EDGe. I grabbed my usual staples: smokes, ashtray, a bottle of Heineken and my laptop, and raced into the living room part of my trailer. Finding a comfortable spot on the sofa, I settled back and logged onto EdAttack, my knees bouncing in anticipation. It was a giddy but comforting feeling knowing she would be there. She was always there, waiting for me. I had become more than accustomed to it, even dependent on it. It was a part of me…she was a part of me.

EDGe and I had been “meeting” earlier and earlier so that we could talk longer. It was now 9 pm and I knew she would be waiting for me with a “hello” message. My face split into a huge grin. Just knowing it was me she was there waiting for made me ridiculously happy. EDGe and “EC” rarely talked about “Edward” these days. Well, only if something newsworthy occurred which, of course, it didn’t since I was confined to the set. There was the occasional snippet about my upcoming promo tour for Water for Elephants, but those were very few and far between. We talked about us most of the time. She had finally admitted to having written a fan fiction that was still a WIP (work in progress) and let me read it but, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t convince her to write a story for the “Non Battle Scene Contest.” She told me about her online friend, TexasTornado, who was helping her with the editing and the plotting of her story, but even TT, as EDGe called her, was unsuccessful in getting her to enter. In truth, we told each other pretty much everything except for revealing our names and our faces. I was always careful not bring the subject up and, if I felt she was building up to it, I tried to steer the conversation away from that topic. As much as I was dying to know what her real name was and what she looked like, I couldn’t ask her that without revealing the same information to her and I absolutely couldn’t do that…not online and certainly not over the phone. I wanted it to be face-to-face, but there was no way I could meet her in person until after the filming, press tour and premier release of Breaking Dawn. Until then, I was confined to the set and under an NDA obligation to Summit Studios. Non-Disclosure Agreements were a real bitch.

EC: Hello EDGe. How are you this evening Love?

I lit a cigarette while I waited for her reply and began browsing through EA (EdAttack) while I waited. She had uploaded several more pictures and wallpapers, along with quite a few new videos that she didn’t make herself, but apparently liked. Ten minutes had passed and there was no reply.

EC: EDGe? Are you there?

I tried to rationalize why she wasn’t responding. Maybe she was busy posting something and didn’t hear the bleep that announced a new PM (private message). All the while, I could feel my stomach tying up in knots. I stubbed out my cigarette and immediately lit another. Several minutes passed by and still nothing.

EC: EDGe? EDGe? C’mon, baby, be there. Don’t do this to me.

EDG: What? I’m here!

Oh, thank God! I had to find a way to sallow the huge lump in my throat.

EC: Oh thank God! I was worried! Don’t do dat! LOL

EDG: ’bout what BB?

EC: Just kinda anxious I guess. You are always here before me. Are you alright Love?

EDG: I’m fine darlin’. I just went to get a snack *giggles* I always think of whipped cream when I talk to you. LOL can’t imagine why. What’s all this about? Are YOU alright?

EC: I’m fine now. I had another one of those dreams last night only it was worse. And when you weren’t here… I got a little bit jumpy. Whipped cream huh? We are SOOOOOO coming (TWHS) back to this topic later!

Yup, that’s it; admit you’re a paranoid freak to the nth degree.

EDG: Really? I did too, though you seem to have them more often than I do. It was completely weird. I was thinking about you when I went to bed last night *blush* …err this morning LOL and those dreams we’ve been having. I was wondering why we never touch and I fell asleep. When I woke up I was terrified.

Oh! How could someone possibly be miserable and elated at the same time? She was thinking about me when she went to bed? Yes! My heart jumped into my throat for very different reasons now. I had noticed that, for quite some time now, when we discussed the dreams, she referred to the man in our dreams as me “EC” and not Edward, even though in the dream she called Edward’s name. At some point, she had started to associate the man in her dreams with me, just with Edward’s face and name. Perhaps it was because I had told her once that Edward and I “EC” looked a lot alike. Boy, did we ever! I wanted her to tell me more about what she had been thinking about me when she went to bed, but I had to know what she knew and thought about these dreams.

EC: So you dreamed it too? I’m sorry you had such a bad dream. What do you think it means? Do you have any theories as to why it keeps happening?

God, I hated the thought of her waking up from a nightmare in the same shape I had been in this morning. I knew she lived alone and that there was no one nearby she could turn to for comfort in the middle of the night. At least I had my sisters and brothers-in-law.

EDG: To be honest I don’t know what to think about the whole thing. But I srsly doubt if it is anything to worry about. I mean they’re just dreams right? Nightmares yes but they can’t hurt us. As to why it keeps happening, well my theory on that is that we are dwelling on it, trying to figure out why it happened in the first place, so much so that it keeps happening. I mean that is the logical explanation right? I just remember that when I woke up I had mixed emotions I was scared something awful but at the same time I was relieved.

If she wanted to believe that was the reason for these dreams, then I would let her. But my gut feeling (the same type of feeling that had warned me that Alice had been in trouble and in need of my help twice before) was now telling me that there was far more to it than that. These dreams were a warning…of what, I had no idea. I only knew that, as soon as I was free from this Breaking Dawn commitment, I was going to find EDGe. I was going to go meet her and I wasn’t going to leave her side until I knew she was safe, at least until these damned dreams stopped happening. I also had a feeling she wasn’t telling me everything she felt about these dreams. By now, I was sure she had figured out that I worried about her and that I knew she was holding something back, like how truly scared she was, to spare my feelings.

EC: Relieved? Tell me your dream in detail plz? It doesn’t make sense. If we are having the same dream, I was absolutely freaking out when I woke up. Why did you feel relieved?

Her dream was, indeed, exactly the same as mine. She told me she had woken up screaming the word “no” but that the moment she had “let go” of the tree, she felt relieved despite having deep scratches on her arms and leaving blood on the tree. She said she knew something was going to happen to her after that, something horrible, but it was okay because she let go and it didn’t matter what happened to her…it only mattered that she had let go of the tree, saving it from harm. My only thought was what the fuck did it all mean? It bothered me a great deal that she knew something horrible was going to happen to her. It bothered me even more that she didn’t seem to mind! I wondered if she had anyone other than me to talk to…someone she would confide in about the dreams and other problems.

EDG: Can we change the subject plz? That dream really freaked me out and I don’t want to dream it again. I honestly think if we stopped talking about it so much that it will stop happening.

I didn’t buy that for a minute but, if it was upsetting her, I wouldn’t talk about it anymore for a while. I was on my own with this one. I seemed to have the dream a lot more often than she did. That fact bothered me, too. Perhaps what I had said this morning was true…it was my fault she was in trouble. I was the one that was hurting her and it was my conscience that was eating away at me for it, causing me to have the dream repeatedly in order to figure it out and stop it from happening. That’s the way it had been with Alice. I had dreamed she was drowning for three days before she actually took ill and it was another two days before I hopped on a plane to check on her. Had I gotten to her after that first nightmare, I might have saved her from getting pneumonia in the first place by making her go to a doctor at the first sign of a cold.

EC: For you love? Anything. So tell me just exactly what it was you were thinking about me as you were lying in your bed *snickers* and why I make you think of whipped cream? *wicked grin*

EDG: *B-L-U-S-H* no way baby!

EC: C’mon you brought it up. Now I need the deets.

EDG: Oh I’ll “bring it UP alright” (TWSS) LMAO!


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It had been a couple months now since that last “nightmare” conversation. I had stopped having the nightmare/tree dream and so had EC. I was grateful for it, too. In truth, the dream terrified me but I didn’t want EC to know that. I had had dreams that had come true before and I didn’t want this one to come true at all. From my perspective, if I was reading the dream right, it didn’t bode well for me. Except for not having any money coming in, and not knowing what the hell I was going to do when my savings ran out, my life was almost perfect now. I sure as hell didn’t want anything bad to come along a ruin it all. I had a house that I loved finally fixed up the way I wanted it. I had a great group of online friends, some of the sweetest, most caring women I’d ever known. I was doing what I had always wanted to do, writing my novels, and I had EC.

It was strange that the dream had started out as a dream about Edward Cullen and, even though I still called Edward’s name in the dream, I knew I was really dreaming about EC. I always had been.

I had been up all night talking to EC again. We had talked even later into the morning than usual because it was one of the rare days when he didn’t have to be at work at the crack of dawn. I hadn’t even had a chance to go to bed yet when Jake showed up on my doorstep unexpectedly, as he so often did, bright and early this morning. Lucky for Jake, I was in an extremely good mood. However, I was also a little bit irritated because, from the looks of him and his truck, he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. He dragged me out the door by the arm, leading me over to his pick-up truck. In the bed of his truck was a large item covered with a blue tarp.

“Jake, wait! What is this? What’re you doing here so early?”

“I’m going to build that swing you saw the other day,” he grinned.

Together, and at Jake’s insistence, we carried the strange object around the house to my backyard where he uncovered it with a flourish to reveal a beautifully handcrafted love seat garden swing. Before I could question him, he was running back to his 4X4 pick-up.

“Jake, that garden swing was more than 1500 dollars with the arbor. I’m unemployed! I can’t possibly pay you back for this, so I can’t accept it.” It was a beautiful swing with a trellis arbor above it. I had been longing for a swing for my backyard garden since the day I bought this place. I could just picture that swing covered with morning glories growing up the sides and across the top.


I had found this house dirt cheap because it had been in such a sad state. Someone had simply abandoned the property and let the bank foreclose on it, so I was able to get it for a song at an estate sale. Due to its remote location, and because it had been so overgrown with weeds, no one else had even bothered to look at it. But I saw beyond the weeds and realized that this house suited me perfectly. It just needed a little tender love and care, a coat of paint inside and out, and an enormous amount of determination to get rid of all the weeds. Two years later, my house was exactly the way I wanted it to be.


Jake had hand carved the bench out front and made the window flower boxes for me. Together, we had laid the stone walkway. I had planted the ivy in the flower box and then made the wreath that hung on the front door. I had also painted most of the house by myself, with Jake coming over in the evenings and on weekends to help.


After that, we took on the backyard. Jake had mended (practically replaced) the worn out picket fence while I weeded and gutted the backyard and planted tons of flowers. Then I had painted the picket fence white while I waited for Jake to return to help me lay the stone path that lead through the white picket fence gate to my favorite place of all, my extended backyard. My secret Haven.

A stone path wound through a small grove of trees, eventually leading to a small stream. Jake and I had spent hours laying the stone path up the middle of the stream to the small waterfall, getting soaking wet in the process. Someday, I was going to buy some Adirondack chairs and a small table to set out here on the little beach.




In the fall and spring, it was the most beautiful place I had ever seen.

“Don’t worry, Bella. Just like everything else, I got all the materials for free from demolition sites, or they were leftovers from construction sites. I did the work in my spare time while you had your nose buried in your computer. What do you do on there all day long?” he asked, not once stopping his routine of setting up to build.

“I um, well…” I wasn’t prepared to tell Jake about my online life. It’s not that I was ashamed of what I did, or found anything wrong with it. In fact, I was damn proud of it. It was just that Jake was a big cut up. He would tease me until doomsday if he knew I ran a fan blog. But, since that wasn’t all that I did, I felt comfortable in telling him most of the truth. “I’ve been writing a lot.” I said. Well, I did…I worked on my stories, and I wrote to EC every night, and I wrote poems, and I wrote my comments on MEoW.

I felt like an idiot following Jake around and trying to talk him out of this. I was running back and forth from Jake’s truck, winding my way through the narrow pathway into the backyard and back again trying to keep up with his long legged stride and trying not to get whacked in the head by the shoulder full of 2X4’s he was carrying. I was grateful that he had pre-painted everything white beforehand so that all it would require was some assembly, and then Jake could be on his way. Once Jake set his mind to something, especially when it came to doing something for me, there was no stopping him.

“That’s great, Bella. It’s about time you did something for yourself that you enjoy. Maybe if you ever finished one of those novels, you’d get published. How’re you doing financially? If you don’t mind my asking, that is,” Jake asked, as though I was clueless as to what he was up to. Truth was, my funds were running dangerously low. A few more months and I was going to be in dire straits. I wasn’t going to worry about that right now, though. I could cut back on a few things and extend my money by a few more weeks. Then I would have to face facts and start searching for a job. But I knew better than to reveal this to Jake. He’d nosedive into his bank account so fast to bail me out that it would make my head spin, and I was having no part in that.

“That’s what I’m hoping for, to get published. It’s what I’ve always wanted and this is the first time I’ve ever had time to devote to my writing. I’m going to take advantage of it while I can. I’m doing just fine financially, Jake. Don’t you worry about me,” I said.

“Ha! That’s like saying ‘don’t breathe,’ Bella,” he said. He set about laying out the lumber for the swing just the way he wanted it so that each piece was set beside the next piece that he would need. That was Jake; he was nothing if not organized.

“Living out here all by yourself in the woods, anything could happen. You’re miles from town and anyone could just come knocking on your door and do God only knows what. Then there’s the woods and the stream. Admit it, Bells. You’re not the most graceful person…”

“Would you like some lemonade, Jake?” I asked, cutting him off. I was hoping to distract him. We had been over this a thousand times and it always came to a stand-off. There was no point in going down that road again.

“I’d prefer a beer, thanks.” he said. He smiled as he looked over his shoulder at me while he bent over the lumber and straightened it.

“Oh, no you don’t! You have to drive home tonight. Really Jake, it isn’t even 10 am yet,” I told him.

“Bella…” he began exasperated.

“Jake…” I mimicked. He smiled then.

“How about a compromise then…Coors lemonade?” I suggested. That way, he could have his beer and I knew he’d be able to drive home safely. Needless to say, I would go very light on the Coors.

Jake reluctantly agreed and I left him to work on the swing. I loved my house; there was a door on every side and lots of windows. It made for a very bright and cheerful home. I went into the house through the French doors in the backyard that opened up into the dining room.


I had decorated the interior in a combination of shabby chic and French country style that was very appealing to me. I didn’t care if anyone else liked it…I loved it. The kitchen and dining room were decorated in blues and yellows, both floral prints and plaids, with a lot of solid blues and natural wood tones to anchor the prints. Every stick of furniture in it had history, a story behind it, and had been lovingly restored by me and Jake. I hated to admit it, but I didn’t know what I would do without him. He was my very best friend. I made my way to the kitchen and began cutting the lemons to make his Coors lemonade.


I looked out the window as I worked, watching Jake go about assembling the swing.  Jake was all tanned muscles and sinew. His long ebony black hair was tied back with a strand of leather I knew came from an old boot shoelace. It was funny, standing there watching him. He was young, single, as faithful as an old dog, and an extremely talented carpenter, just drop dead gorgeous and yet all I could think of was, as beautiful and warm and caring as Jake was, he just wasn’t EC.It made no difference to me that Jake was tall dark and handsome, muscular and sexy, while I had no idea what EC looked like, other than what he had told me, which was that some people said he looked like Edward Cullen. I grinned at the thought…I couldn’t help it.  

I never thought writing an Edward Cullen fan blog would lead me to a man as wonderful as EC. I didn’t mind that I had never seen a picture of him, or that I didn’t know his real name. That meant I didn’t have to show him what I looked like either. I knew I was very plain…not ugly or beautiful, just average. And knowing that he didn’t care what I looked like was comforting. In my eyes, it proved he was only interested in the person I was, not in my looks. So many men wanted and expected trophy girlfriends.

Somewhere along the way, we had gone from acquaintances to friends to flirting. I wasn’t sure what our relationship could be qualified as at the moment since we had never met. I thought back to our conversation last night. We had somehow gotten to talking about whipped cream and thinking of each other as we lay in bed. He had been very naughty at first. I blushed even now, just thinking about some of the things he had suggested and then it had turned into the sweetest most romantic conversation. I was trying to come up with some way to tell him how I felt about him. I wanted to meet him in person and I didn’t know how to bring the subject up. Should I invite him here, or offer to fly to wherever he was?

Lost in my thoughts about EC, I mindlessly carried Jake’s Coors lemonade outside to him and sat it down.

“Hey, Chica. You okay? You look a thousand miles away?”

“Uh, yeah. Just trying to figure out a problem.” I said without thinking.

“Problem? Anything I can help with?” Jake asked. He stopped working and looked very concerned.

“Huh? Oh, no I meant for my novel, a problem with my novel.” I said. Okay, so I lied.  No one needed to know about EC until I found out more about him, and found out how he felt about me, as well.

It took Jake almost two hours to put the swing together and another hour, plus lunch, to get him to leave. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. I picked up the kitchen, washed the few dishes and had just gotten to my room when someone knocked on the door. I sat down on my bed and tried to cover my head with my pillows. But whoever it was, they were very insistent. Each knock was harder, longer and more aggressive.

On the third knock, I finally gave up. “OK, OK!” I thought, as I stumbled down the hall and into the kitchen. I could see my driveway through the living room windows. There was a very serious and expensive looking black car parked in my driveway. I had no idea who it could be. No salesman could afford a car like that. I was a little apprehensive about opening the door. Jake’s earlier comment wasn’t making me feel any better either….“Living out here all by yourself in the woods, anything could happen. You’re miles from town and anyone could just come knocking on your door and do God only knows what…” Damn Jake! I’d get him for this. I had never been afraid to open my door before and I wasn’t going to start now.

With determination, I stalked to my front door and opened it. Crammed into the little alcove of my front door were three people. There were two very tall, foreboding and serious looking men in black suits and a very dowdy, pinched and conservative looking woman in a black dress suit. They were all dressed in black; black suits, black ties, black sunglasses, and driving a black car. Holy shit, they looked like trouble! I was already regretting answering the door. What the fuck did they want with me?

“Miss Swan?” the tallest one closet to the front door asked. My first instinct was to lie, say “Nope, sorry, wrong house,” and slam the door.

“Yes? Who wants to know?” I demanded.

“Miss Isabella Marie Swan?” he asked again. Holy shit! They knew my full name and used it. This was not good…not good at all.

“Yes. How do you know my name and where did you get my address?” I asked, beginning to get scared.

“We know many things. We have to talk.” Without another word, he put his hand on the door high above my head, pushed on it with enough force to open it, despite my resistance, and the three of them walked into my house as if they owned the place.


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I felt so much better after having talked to EDGe that night. We didn’t discuss the dream any more, but just being with her made me feel better. We had stayed up all night long talking. I was crazy about her and couldn’t wait to be done with this movie so I could go to her and get to know her in person. It wouldn’t be easy, especially with the way the paps followed me everywhere I went, but I’d find a way. I couldn’t wait to finally introduce myself to her properly.  I only hoped and prayed she didn’t hate me for not telling her who I was while she was bragging about how wonderful I was to “EC.”

Filming had wrapped early a couple days later, for which I was very grateful. When we finished, Bill called a meeting to let everyone know that the film was officially a wrap. We were finally done filming and I was free to start the Water for Elephants promo tour. In the weeks that followed, I was traveling and working on promoting WFE. I kept my laptop close to me at all times, but I never told EDGe I was traveling for fear she would put it all together. I had no sooner returned to my trailer than Jasper had called to say we were shipping out in the morning to begin the WFE promo tour. The schedule Jasper gave me was grueling and went something like this:

Apr 3    WFE LA Press Conference

Apr 3    Country Music Awards

Apr 17    WFE Premier New York

Apr 18    Regis & Kelly

Apr 18    Today Show

Apr 20    Ellen

Apr 20    Jimmy Kimmel

Apr 27    WFE Munich

Apr 28    WFE Paris

May 1    WFE Barcelona

May 3    WFE London

May 6    WFE Sydney


Every night, as soon as I got “home,” I would shower, eat and set my alarm to get up to talk to EDGe before going to bed. I didn’t have the dream again. In fact, I started having very sexy dreams about EDGe. Just thinking about one of those dreams in particular had me palming myself over my thin sleep pants.

I’m in her house, although I can’t describe it because all I see is her.  She’s standing there at the kitchen sink washing dishes and looking out the window. She doesn’t know I’m behind her and I step up close and start nuzzling her neck. Just being that close to her already has me hard and feeling confined by my jeans zipper. I wrap an arm around her waist and press against her, letting her feel my hardness brush intimately between her cheeks. She moans and bites her lip as she melts against me. She reaches around and puts her wet hands on my ass pulling me harder against her.

“I want you NOW and I can’t make it to the bedroom,” I whisper against her ear.

“Who’s asking you to wait?” she replies.

Her hands slide away from my ass and back around to my find my cock. She begins stroking me through the rough denim material of my jeans. My hand snakes up into her hair at the base of her neck. I wrap it around my fist and pull her head back roughly trying to warn her that I’ve reached my limit as I devour her mouth in a hungry kiss. She moans into my mouth seeming to enjoy the sudden roughness.

She begins to unbutton and unzip my jeans. The moment her delicate hands wrap around my shaft, I lose control of my restraint. I bend her over the sink, push her skirt up to her hips and literally rip her panties off. She looks over her shoulder at me and her eyes are blazing with lust.

I need to see her face when I make her scream and cum around me, so I turn her around and lift her onto the edge of the sink. Before I can step up closer to her, she grabs a fist full of my collar and pulls me against her hard. Her legs wrap around my waist and she pulls me against her. The feel of her soft wet folds against my hard, throbbing length nearly brings me to my knees, but I manage to hold onto my control. My hands slide up her thighs as her tongue delves into my mouth. I am intending to stroke her with my thumbs but she is already soaking wet and ready for me.

“Oh, baby! You’re sooo wet for me. Now who’s on the edge?” I ask, not really expecting an answer.

“Then take me over it, darlin’…now!” she manages to say.

I only needed to stroke her clit a couple of times with the tip of my thumbs before she cums violently on my hands, screaming my name.

“Don’t even think I’m done with you, woman!” I growl against her breast. “I haven’t even begun to make you hot yet.” She grabs the hem of her blouse and pulls it over her head tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“Then fuck me hard, baby, cause payback is a bitch and I have plans for you!”

With that, the last resolves of my control are spent and I thrust into her so hard and deep that she throws her head back and screams “YES!” and that’s where I fucking wake up every time.

Maybe she was right, and maybe if I just let it go and stopped worrying about the nightmare, I would stop dreaming it. I’d much rather dream about fucking her than hurting her, anyway. We continued talking for hours every night, sharing everything…dreams, aspirations, hopes, life’s joys and woes, laughing, flirting, and talking about our good dreams, never returning to the subject of the nightmare tree dream. When the WFE tour was over {she had swooned over “Edward’s” new, shorter hair and I had teased her about it and played the jealous man}, I had returned to L.A to record the lullaby for Breaking Dawn. I had finished it within a week of the release date, which gave them just enough time to edit it into the film.

Then, one night, my world came crashing down and the nightmare was back. Only this time, I was awake when it started.

The moment my alarm went off telling me it was time to get up to talk to EDGe, I grinned. I had never woken as energized and excited before in my life as I had these past few months. I grabbed a Coke from the fridge, snagged my laptop, and climbed back into bed.  I lit a cigarette while I waited impatiently for the internet to open up. As soon as the internet popped up, I logged into EdAttack and found a message waiting for me.

EDG: Dear EC, I don’t have much time. I shouldn’t even be doing this but I couldn’t just turn my back on you. I have to go away. I don’t know how long I will be. You won’t hear from me until I return, whenever that is. I’m sorry I can’t say more but this is the best I can do. But I had to tell you before I left, I think I’ve fallen in love with you. Goodbye Darlin’.

Love, EDGe

All the blood drained from my face and I thought I was going to pass out!


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 AN:  Apologies for making you wait so long for the next chapter of Waiting in the Twilight.  Along with the usual culprits associated with RL issues, there was a major malfunction when the Word file was sucked into the black hole of my computer.  Frantic searching proved fruitless and I was heartbroken, unable to pick it up again.  Then, wonder of wonders!  I found it a couple of days ago!!  So, with a little more tweaking and flush with new inspiration, I can finally bring you…

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AN: Waiting in the Twilight, my other Fan Fiction “Songs of Angels,” and the banner for WIT made by Robmusement, have all been nominated in several categories on the following sites: The Tomato Soup Awards, The Fandom Spotlight Awards, and The Emerging Swan Awards. Please check these sites out and vote for your favorite stories.

I’m very pleased to announce that Rita01tx’s companion piece to WIT, Another Fine Mess, won first place in the Best friend/family relationship in a short story category of the Emerging Swan Awards. 

Congratulations, Rita!!

By the way you can find all three chapter of Rita’s “Another Fine Mess” right here/ Just click the TAB at the top of the page that says AFM. Check it out! It’s really funny!

Thank you! Thank you for reading, for commenting and for Voting!