It Wasn't Meant To Be, A TwilightxBTS Crack!Fic

Prom

I was withering on the floor, the fires so close they would engulf me. The forest had not been kind that night. It was cold, a lot colder than it had been in September. Edward had walked away and as always I followed him. But as I caught up to him, the space changed around me. Mirrors reached along the wall, the floor was slippery.

I knew exactly where I was and tensed up. I still had trouble when I sleep. There were days when I just didn't sleep to the point where Dr. Min was giving me sleep medication. They'd knock me out, but the dreams never stopped.

It was Jasper who attacked me in this nightmare, not James. I felt the pain of shattered bones, the beating of my heart as the panic crawled its way to my throat. I felt the wound on my arm, the one that had been caused by the glass splatter on my birthday. I wished it woke me up. I thought the pain was supposed to wake you up.

My leg was broken. I had been bitten and I was alone. I was always alone and helpless. Jasper had disappeared after the initial attack, leaving me alone with my thoughts. No one had come to save me.

A cold finger tapped my forehead and suddenly the pain stopped. The fires died down. Warmth and comfort seeped into my body as I got up. There was a figure standing in the mirror. It was someone I had never seen before.

He had his bleach blonde hair swept back, a loose shirt framing his lithe, athletic body. There was something androgynous to him as he stared into the mirror, mesmerized by the place around him.

A mirror that didn't reflect his image.

That was how I became aware I was dreaming. The strange silhouette looked at me. His eyes were red upon first glance, but they turned a warm brown as he blinked.

"This place ...feels like hell," his voice was angelic and he turned to me, holding out a hand.

"I won't hurt you," he coaxed. "I want to help you."

Nothing about him screamed danger. I held out my hand.

I looked around the damaged ballet room, the charred floor, and the blood.

"This doesn't look like a nice place to be," the vampire frowned. "What's your favorite place?"

He moved me towards the exit. I let him lead me away and I grasped for a place where we could be, a place I could relax...

It was the piano room of the Cullen's house. I didn't know why I thought of this place. It could have been the meadow, it could have been my own room, but my conscious brought me here. I hated it.

The vampire sat at the piano, his fingers hovering over the ivory keys.

I racked my head as to who he could be. I thought I had met everyone in the supposed Kim clan. I knew Tae, Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, and now even Dr. Min...

Jimin.

That was the name I remember.

I said his name carefully and he let out a toothy grin.

We have someone who walks dreams.

I knew that there were myths of vampires giving nightmares, but I wasn't sure how true they were and they made me uneasy.

"I was just nearby" Jimin informed me. "I was here to visit Jin on Tae's behalf - I'm a little bit like a messenger, you see? I felt something was wrong when I went past your house."

"Did you make the nightmare happen?"

"That was you," Jimin said. "All you. Please, stay in this dream as much as you want. It's still 3 am."

I sighed and plumped myself down on the sofa. "Why won't the dreams go away?"

"Information gets repeated when we sleep. This is your brain remembering trauma. You're just unfortunate to be aware of if."