A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

ight red and glowing in the dim light. She scrambled back on the bed to press her back against the
wall and pull her knees up to her chest. It’s just a nightmare, she told herself. A sick, twisted
nightmare. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
His lips twisted into an evil smile before he took a slow step toward her. She couldn’t move. He held
out a hand, and she tried to shrink back or to the side, but she couldn’t; she was frozen with shock.
His hand hovered over her arm for a brief second before finally making contact. His freezing touch
caused her jump. It seemed to break the spell. She closed her eyes tightly and screamed. The
touch disappeared. She curled herself up on the bed and screamed again, her sobs breaking it into
short wails.
“Renesmee, honey,” Alice said as she rushed into the room and turned on the light. These
nightmares were getting worse. She couldn’t stand to see her niece so frightened. She pulled her
close on the bed and rubbed her arm. “Honey, calm down, baby. It’s okay.”
Renesmee shook her head wildly. “No . . . a man . . .”
“What?”
“Someone was . . . in . . . here.”
Alice petted Renesmee’s hair. “Calm down. You’re hyperventilating, honey. You need to breathe.”
Renesmee sat up and shook her head again. “There was someone. A man . . . with white hair . . .
and red eyes . . . I saw him.”
“It was just a nightmare, sweetie. There’s no one in here.” She looked around. The window was
closed, and the room was empty aside from them. “No one, honey.”
“I saw him, Aunt Alice. I saw him. He moved so quickly, and his hand . . . his . . . it was like ice. Oh,
God . . . I saw him.”
“Honey, look at me.” Alice put her hand on her niece’s cheek. “Nobody’s in here. It was just a
dream, and you’re safe.” She kissed Renesmee’s forehead. “You’re safe here.”
Renesmee realized that Alice wasn’t going to believe her. She shivered. “You’re probably right.”
Alice nodded. “Yeah. It was just a dream. Do you need a drink?”
“Yeah.” She got up. “I’ll get it, though. Go back to bed. I’m sorry I woke you up.”
Alice stood up and hugged Renesmee. “I just wish these bad dreams would stop. Get some sleep,
honey.”
“You too.” She sighed when Alice left the room. She was too afraid to go downstairs. She was tired,
but she didn’t know if she dared to try to sleep again. She’d probably have nightmares for the rest of
her life just from what she’d seen that night. She looked over at her window and shivered. She was
almost positive that it had been a Bloodsucker in her room. The red eyes . . . She just hoped it was
gone.
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