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Rebel Seeking Cause

Summary:
Who is Garrett, really? Learn how he became a vampire, how he was enlisted to witness for the Cullens, and how he and Kate fell in love. Banner by the ridiculously talented Iris Messenger


Notes:
This is my first Twilight fanfiction! I'm really excited to write it, please R&R! I fell in love with the character of Garrett, and with his and Kate's relationship. I wanted more about him, and figured I would get it, even if I had to write it myself.


3. Chapter 2- Encounters

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I was unnerved by the level of concern I felt for the Cullens as I ran. Even more than that, though, I felt a strong pull there for a reason I couldn’t put my finger on. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a reason I was supposed to be there. I mean, I was always up for a challenge, but the eagerness was taken to an entirely new intensity. It was for that reason that I was willing to brave the ultimate challenge a vampire could face: hours on a cramped plane with fifty or so humans. The dread of this impending trial stopped me quite literally in my tracks. I stood for a moment, about seventy-five miles from Richmond, pondering whether I could actually do it. I wondered if I would be able to resist the temptation of killing one of the innocent people on the plane. Maybe I’d get lucky and there would be a terrorist. I chuckled at my little joke, and then thought more seriously. I needed to do this. I may not know why, but there was some reason I needed to be in Forks. There was no question. I would have to do it. I would do what I always did. I would imagine them as mothers, brothers, lovers. I would not take away from them, or from those close to them, the chances that I’d never had.

I sighed and kept on running. Life had taken an interesting turn, and for once, I wasn’t sure it was welcome. What would I meet there that had eight strong vampires begging for help? I dwelled on questions like this one, and before I knew it, I was outside of Richmond.

I braced myself, and began the next leg of my journey, and not the most difficult, by far. That didn’t mean it would be easy. Concern resonated in every light step, and this time, I wasn’t worried about the Cullens. I was worried about myself, my lack of control, and whoever happened to be on that plane. I took a deep breath, anticipating holding it for a long time, and I entered the automatic doors. My throat exploded into furious thirst. The ever-present ache, usually dull, intensified unspeakably. I carefully held my breath, all too aware that if I opened my mouth to breathe, I would not be able to close it unless it was around delicate flesh. I focused on faces, waving hands; never necks and never legs. When the blood pulsating through the tender skin became too much for me, I looked down. I moved briskly, and after torturous eons, I reached the front desk. The line was even worse. I pressed my fist to my mouth in a weak attempt to veil the overpowering scent, and more-so to wrench my jaw closed, in case it moved of its own accord.

At last, purgatory was paused, or at least temporarily displaced by my mission. I approached the young woman at the information desk determinedly. I focused on the small frame of the same woman with an older man, presumably her father.

“Hello. Is there any way I could get a ticket to the next flight to Forks, Washington?” My tone was polite, smooth, and persuasive.

“Sir, you’ll have to go to line-” She took a sharp intake of breath as I smiled at her. I put the tiniest amount of pleading into my eyes. “Well I suppose I could look it up here to get you a ticket.” There was a longer pause as she rifled through some papers. She looked up with a bright expression. “You’re in luck; it leaves in forty five minutes. That should give you enough time to get through security.”

I thanked her and nodded as I paid for my ticket and left. I let out a tiny sigh of relief. Being in close proximity to that girl had not been easy. Security went much the same. It was hell. But I got through it, and I was proud of myself. It got easier, except for the fact that the worst was just about to begin. As I heard, “Last call for boarding, Flight 135.” I winced. I strode into the gate, anticipating the unbelievable parchedness I was about to experience.

It was worse than I’d expected. So much blood, in such a hot, cramped space. I was seated next to a large, middle-aged woman, who promptly fell asleep as soon as she’d edged into her seat. I set my head in my hands and concentrated on the Cullens, and whatever plight they were facing. It almost worked for the first hour or so, when suddenly, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I froze. Flight attendant. I should have been expecting this. I forced myself to look up to meet her, smiling.

“Can I get you anything?” She was pleasant, attractive, delectable.

“No thanks. Sore throat.”

She nodded sympathetically and turned to the woman next to me. I was about to say that she was out cold, not to bother, when the woman spoke in a low, unpleasant voice.

“I’d like a lunch menu.”

As the girl leaned over to me, I held my breath and tensed. Her scent was unbearable. I closed my eyes, and tried to imagine her with a husband, a kid, anything.

“Can I have the-”

“Do you have any kids?” I asked the flight attendant abruptly. So far my usual plan of action wasn’t working. I needed to imagine her as something else besides my lunch. I smiled awkwardly in an attempt to cover up my social ineptitude.

“Um, yeah. A three year old girl,” she answered me, confused.

“Ahem. I would like the ham and cheese.” The large unpleasant woman next to me was the one who spoke this time.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll be right back with that.” Still bewildered, the girl turned away and fairly ran down the aisle. Avoiding the withering stare of my neighbor, I settled into my thoughts again. When the flight attendant returned in a few minutes and leaned over me, I chanted silently, three year old girl, three year old girl.

The rest of my flight went similarly. After we landed, I rocketed out of the plane and then the airport, free from luggage. I ran into the wilderness and took deep breaths, enjoying the air that wasn’t saturated in temptation. I realized though, that I was still thirsty. I would need to feed soon. But first, I had business to take care of.

My major concern shifted as I ran to the Cullen house. What was it that was threatening them? Would I be able to help? And what was it that was there to meet me, the way I was there to meet it? My mind wandered as I ran, until I saw a familiar face some fifty yards up. Edward Cullen was coming to meet me. He wasn’t eager to see me. In fact, he seemed fearful, hesitant. I strode quickly, closing the gap between us.

“Edward!” I clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s great to see you.” My expression sobered. “But I heard from Emmett and Rosalie that there was something wrong. I’m here to help.”

“Well.” His voice was pleasant, but his eyes betrayed fear, mistrust. Did he dislike me? “I thank you endlessly for that, but we’ll see what your feelings are after we explain what we need. None of us will blame you if you turn around and leave right now.”

“Edward, you know I’d do anything for Carlisle. What’s going on that would change the way I feel about that?”

“Try to hold on to that while you’re judging us.” His face held no humor, though his tone was ironic. “I suppose there’s no point in delaying it. There’s someone you need to meet.”