The Vibration of Love Chapter 1
Welcome To The Twilight Zone
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Chapter Titles: Each chapter is titled after a television show or movie. At the end of each chapter, the name of the next chapter is listed along with an explanation of the T.V. show or movie for which it was titled in case the reader is unfamiliar with it. All T.V. and movie descriptions are excerpted from Wikipedia.
Chapter One is titled, “Welcome to the Twilight Zone” and is named for the American television anthology series created by Rod Serling. Each episode was a mixture of self-contained fantasy, science fiction, suspense, or horror, often concluding with a macabre or unexpected twist. A popular and critical success, it introduced many Americans to serious science fiction and abstract ideas through television (1959 – 1964).
Hell isn’t a condition imposed by a judgmental God, but rather the inevitable consequence of one’s own decisions – it’s the outcome of constantly choosing the negative and thus isolating oneself from love.
From Power vs. Force by David R. Hawkins, M.D., Ph.D.
I opened my eyes and jumped. Rob was staring back at me, but he was in full makeup, contacts, and all, as Edward.
“What are you doing? God, you scared the crap out of me!” I said.
“I’m sorry, love,” he said in his Edward accent. “What did I do to scare you?”
“Rob, stop it. You’re freaking me out,” I said.
“Rob?” He looked at me confused.
I sat up and started to say, “Why…,” and I stopped talking. I looked around, and I was not in my room. I was on the Twilight movie set for Bella’s room.
“OK, I said. “Apparently I’m still asleep. But this feels so real. I feel wide-awake. Wow, this is one weird dream.”
“Love, you’re not dreaming,” said Rob or Edward or whoever he was supposed to be in this flipped out Freudian adventure I was having. He reached out to touch my cheek, and I leaned away. The idea of him touching me was just too creepy. He pulled his hand back, and looked hurt.
I stared at him. He didn’t look like Rob in make up. His skin looked like it was that pale. And his eyes didn’t look like he was wearing contacts; they looked like they were golden brown. I couldn’t help myself; I reached out to touch his cheek. I pulled my hand back and gasped as soon as I did.
“You’re freezing!” I said.
He chuckled. “Yes, love, vampires are freezing. I guess you are asleep; I’ve never seen you talk in your sleep with your eyes open before. This is quite fascinating,” he said.
“So you’re Edward?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, smiling. “And you’re Bella?” He asked.
“Yes, but not the Bella you know. I’m Bella Jordan,” I said.
“Jordan?” He asked. “I wonder why your subconscious picked that name,” he said.
“It was my maiden name. Actually, now I’m Bella Pattinson. I’m married to the actor who plays you in all of the Twilight movies,” I said, realizing this sounded insane; but I was talking to a fictional character in a dream, so what did I care?
“You’re married to the actor who plays me in a movie?” He asked.
“I thought vampires had excellent hearing. Why are you repeating what I just said?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, love, this is quite an astonishing dream you are having.”
“Yes, it is, and stop calling me, ‘love.’ I’m not married to you; I’m married to the actor who plays you. God, this is so weird. I wish I would wake up!” I said.
I got out of bed and looked at my scantily clad body. I didn’t care if this was a dream; I was not going to walk around in my underwear in front of this guy I didn’t know. I walked over to Bella’s closet and rifled through.
“What are you looking for, love, I mean, Bella?” He asked.
“A bathrobe, but the wardrobe department probably didn’t put one in here because they always made poor Kristen run around in her underwear,” I replied.
I noticed a blur out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly Edward was standing next to me holding a pair of the fictional Bella’s sweats.
“Ah, thank you,” I said. I took them from him, and he stood there looking at me. “Turn around,” I said.
“Oh, sorry,” he replied, as he turned his back to me. I slipped on the sweatpants then walked over to the dresser, pulled out a sweatshirt, and put it on.
“Who’s Kristen?” Edward asked.
“She’s the actress who plays Bella in the movies,” I said.
“I see,” Edward said.
“She’s also my sister-in-law. You see, she met my brother, Jack…” I saw Edward smiling at me with a look that said he clearly didn’t believe anything I was telling him, so I said, “Oh, never mind.”
Suddenly Edward was by my side. I hadn’t seen him move. He stared at me with an almost panic-stricken look. “They met at your wedding,” he said astonished.
“Yes, how did you…?” I started to ask. “Of course, you can read my thoughts,” I said, nonchalantly.
“Bella, I’ve never been able to read your thoughts before! I don’t understand why I can read them now,” he said.
“I already told you,” I said. “I’m not your Bella.”
“No, you don’t believe that you are.” He continued to stare at me. “You actually believe everything you’ve told me so far. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Why am I able to read your thoughts while you are sleep walking? And then, apparently, I can only read what you are dreaming.” He was thinking out loud.
I shrugged and walked over to the window. The sun was starting to come up. “What time is it?” I asked Edward.
“It’s about 7:00. You need to wake up. Alice will be here soon, but I’m not sure how to wake you up from this dream,” he said.
“I wish you did know how to wake me up. This just keeps getting weirder by the minute. I wonder what book we’re in,” I thought out loud.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“Before Twilight was a movie, it was a book. Actually, it was a series of four books. So I wonder which book I’m dreaming right now. How long have you known your Bella?” I asked.
“We met two years ago,” he said.
“Is your Bella still in high school?” I asked.
“No, we just graduated,” he said.
“God, this is like playing twenty questions,” I said. “Let’s see, she’s still living at Charlie’s, so you and she aren’t married yet. That would mean we must be somewhere in between Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. How long is it until your wedding?” I asked.
“Three weeks,” he replied. “That must be what this is about.” He looked at me, concerned, and then started to walk toward me. In the dim light, and with the worried look on his face, he suddenly looked very much like a vampire. I stepped backward and tripped as I bumped into the rocking chair. He reached out to stop me from falling, and I heard, “Bella, please wake up.” I saw Edward’s mouth moving, but now he was speaking with an English accent.
“Bella, wake up. Honey, can you hear me? Wake up.”
I felt myself being shaken. I opened my eyes, and Rob was gently shaking me. I threw my arms around him.
“Oh, thank God! You’re warm,” I said.
He laughed, “What’s wrong, are you cold?”
“No, I was having a nightmare.” I told him about my very bizarre dream.
“Rob, I’ve never had a dream like that before. It felt so real,” I said.
“You were talking in your sleep and rolling all around the bed. I couldn’t get you to wake up for quite awhile; I was getting worried about you,” he said.
I looked out our window. “What time is it?” I asked.
He glanced at the clock. “It’s 6:30,” he said.
“I’m just going to get up. I’m wide awake now, and I’m afraid to go back to sleep and dream again,” I said.
“Why don’t you come take a shower with me?” He said, smiling.
“Mmm, I like that idea.” We held hands, and walked into the bathroom. I looked at the shower and giggled.
“What?” he asked.
“This shower is so large, we could have a dinner party in here and comfortably seat twelve people,” I laughed.
“It is pretty great,” he said, turning on the water. The jets shot out from all over the shower. It felt amazing. It felt even more amazing when the Greek god I was married to started running his tongue along my neck.
“I never get tired of you doing that; it instantly turns me on,” I said.
“Why do you think I always do this?” He said, as he ran his tongue up the other side of my neck.
He took a step forward and guided my hair under the water. He picked up the shampoo and massaged it into my scalp. “I love washing your hair,” he said. “Your hair was one of the first things I noticed about you; it is so incredibly sexy. When we were first working together, I used to get quite distracted fantasizing about running my fingers through it.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I said, running my tongue across his chest.
He rinsed my hair, and I said, “My turn.” As he let the water run over his hair, I picked up the shampoo. “You know, there are probably hundreds of thousands of women who would kill to wash your hair.” I laughed as a thought occurred to me. “Now there’s an idea for a fund raiser. We could auction off chances to let women wash your hair!”
“I think I’ll pass on that one. You’re the only hair washer for me, babe,” he said, and laughed.
“Now to get the rest of this perfect body clean.” I picked up the soap and lathered my hands. He leaned against the wall, and I ran my hands across his shoulders and down his arms. I slowly worked my way down his chest and abs. I smiled as I watched him become very aroused. I leaned in to kiss him while I started washing his body part that was clearly desperate for my touch.
“Oh God, that feels too good. My turn before you send me over the top.” He grabbed the soap and ran his hand along my shoulders, then massaged my breasts while he slid his tongue into my mouth. His hands ran across my stomach then found the part of my body that was far wetter on the inside than the outside. He slid his fingers inside of me, and I ground my hips into him. He backed me against the wall and knelt down. His tongue and fingers quickly elicited a shudder and moan from my body. He stood up, turned me around and gently pushed my back so I was bending over, leaning on one of the shower’s seats. We both moaned with pleasure as he slid into me from behind.
“I love how this feels; you are so deep!” I gasped. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him as he pushed deeper.
“Bella, make yourself come.”
I reached down and stroked myself until I was gasping and moaning. Rob quickened his pace and drove himself deeply into me. I heard him moan as he released.
He slowly pulled himself out and gently pulled me up so I was facing him. He wrapped his arms around me, and we let the water run over us until it started to get cold.
I strapped Kate and Jordan into the stroller, and we walked Rob to his car. He leaned over and kissed Kate and Jordan good-bye then put his hand on my cheek. “You get more beautiful every day.” He kissed me, and then stepped into the Porsche. I turned around to grab the stroller and was suddenly outside, sitting next to a stream. Edward’s hand was on my cheek.
“Bella?” He asked. “What’s wrong?”
So what do you think is happening to Bella?
The next Chapter is titled, “The Outer Limits.”
The Outer Limits was an American television series that aired from 1963 to 1965. Similar in style to the earlier Twilight Zone with more science fiction than fantasy stories, The Outer Limits was an anthology of discrete story episodes, sometimes with a plot twist at the end.
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