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A Dark Adaptaton of New Moon

It's been a year since Edward left Bella. Strong ties bond Jacob and Bella together, but one night of surpise and misfortune will forver change the lives of these three people. What would you do when all you love is violently taken away?


10. Chapter 10 - Conflict

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Chapter 10 - Conflict

My heart rate is soaring and I feel my insides turn to lead. Edward is crouched to the ground, his body coiled and ready to spring. His eyes are crimson red and to my surprise, his lips are curled back exposing two shark-like fangs. I have never seen him with fangs. I didn't know he had them. None of the Cullens have them.

Jacob turns and sees him and now panic has charged my already amped up heart.

"Edward, don't move!" I call out, desperately. "I'm all right."

But before I could look back at Jacob, I fall to the ground. Jacob has let go of me and is now hurtling towards Edward, morphing into full form with every fraction of a second, viciously snarling. Edward does not move.

"NO!" I scream as I stand up and run after them. Jacob is getting so close to him now and I feel like I'm about to pass out of pure terror. Edward snarls and takes an inhuman leap back into the forest just as Jacob springs towards him. He missed him by just inches. Jacob continues to chase Edward through the forest and I could no longer see any of them. This was Edward's plan all along, wasn't it? To lure Jacob into the woods where I couldn't see them and couldn't get to them fast enough. He was going to kill him. The thought brought me to a stop. I was completely paralyzed with fear and panting for air. I can hear the muffled snarls and thuds from the distance. My heart, already beating erratically, accelerates and booms loudly against my chest. I break away from my horror-stricken trance and begin to run with all my strength towards the forest, when something hard suddenly wrenches me by my stomach, taking the breath out of me.

"Bella, Bella! Relax. They'll be ok!" says Alice quickly as she pulls me by the stomach back towards the road.

"Get off me!" I yell, tears running down my face. "He's killing him!"

"Bella, everything will be ok. Jasper and Emmet are running there now. We have to get you out of here."

"NO! NO!" I growl as I try feebly to free myself from her stony embrace.

She lifts me and takes me back to Edward's car while I kick my legs wildly, trying to break free, making no impact on her whatsoever. She pushes me into the back seat where Rosalie quickly takes hold of my hands and wraps her long legs around mine. I'm trapped. Alice gets back into the car and begins to drive away. Does she not care about her brother? Then I realize that she can probably see that Edward is all right and that he.... NO...

"NO! WE HAVE TO GO BACK! LET ME GO! HE'LL KILL HIM!" I scream hysterically.

"They're fine" she says in a flat tone and I realize that although her eyes on the road, her mind is elsewhere.

"Jasper got to them on time. Emmet has Edward." She frowns. "He's... ok. And Sam and the others have come. They're taking Jacob away." She remains silent for a few seconds then shakes her head and reverts her attention back to the road. My heart can take no more. It feels like it's about to explode.

"ALICE, TAKE ME BACK... NOW!!! I NEED TO SEE HIM! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" I shout, desperately.

Alice looks up into the rearview mirror. "Rosalie..." and she gives a quick nod. From the far corner of the mirror, I see a wicked grin stretch across Rosalie's face and I see her elbow coming at me... then all the lights went out.


Pain slowly thumped its way to my head as I began to open my eyes. I felt like I couldn't move, like any movement I made would agitate the throbbing pain on the side of my head. I opened my eyes and realize I am in a room. Long white curtains sheets massive windows over 9 feet tall. A vintage French vanity with an array of perfumes and makeup stands to my left. My shoes are neatly placed next to a white cushion with gold pillow tops. It takes me a few seconds to realize that I am in Alice's bedroom. And it took me another half a minute to remember Rosalie, that bitch, elbowing me unconscious.

I hear voices beyond the door, hushed and urgent.

"Carlisle, this is dangerous. How long have you kept this secret?"

"A little over a year."

"This cannot be allowed, Carlisle. This can bring grave repercussions to your coven, do you not realize this? This girl can be the death of you all."

"Bella has not said a word, even when we left. She loves Edward and she loves us too. She knows the serious implications we would face should she speak of our family. We trust in her wholeheartedly."

"Yes, indeed, but the others will not mind your affection for her. It's not a matter of trust, Carlisle. She is human... he is vampire. It will never be accepted nor tolerated by them. Surely you must know this."

"Yes, I know, Gabriel. We have discussed this with Edward and I've advised him to either let her go or turn her before anyone notices. He refuses to turn her. He doesn't see things the way others of our kind do. For him, turning her would be criminal... murder."

"Whether he turns her or not, he's committed a grave crime against our laws. They will not pardon him because he's turned her. He will be punished if his secret is discovered."

"Yes, he knows."

I can't stay still any longer. I need to know what exactly is going on. I push myself up and off the bed. The floor seems to spin beneath my feet. I begin to walk to the door when I catch a glimpse of myself in the vanity's mirror. Four small cuts run across the side of my face and the memory came crashing back to me all at once... Jacob... phasing completely into wolf form as he ran towards Edward. And Edward coiled and calculative with razor sharp fangs and blood colored irises. I run for the door and swing it wide open.

Carlisle is leaning against the living room entry with a somber look in his face. There's a man with him. His hair is dark and a little long. He turns as soon as he hears the bedroom door open. Our eyes meet and a vision flashes before me my eyes. I'm laughing at something and my hair is sprawled across the grass. It was over faster than I could make any sense of it. The man stared at me with bewildered eyes. His brow creases and his lips are slightly parted. His composure is one of a person who's just been stunned by some unseen offense. His grey metallic eyes seem to look deep into me. Strange, I thought. I've never heard of vampires with grey eyes. Though he was pale, he had a hint of an olive tone complexion and dark brown hair.

I found it difficult to pull my eyes away from his. He continued to look at me dubiously. Something about him made me feel strange... like some magnetic force emanated from his steel-like eyes.

"Bella, this is Gabriel. He's a long time friend of mine" said Carlisle.

Carlisle's voice severed the strange pull I felt and I turned towards the stairs, about to run up to Edward's room when Carlisle, caught me by the arm before I even step foot onto the first step.

"Bella, now is not the time. He needs rest" he said serenely.

"I need to see him... now" I said flatly.

"Bella, he's ok. I promise you. Now, please" his eyes gestured back towards Alice's room.

I took two steps back, my eyes still locked on Carlisle's. "Is Jacob okay?" I ask.

"Yes" he replied curtly. "Jacob is all right. Jasper managed to calm them both down. Sam arrived with the others and took him away. He'll be just fine."

I turn to head back into the room when I hear his voice.


It's Edward. He stands at the top of the stairs with Esme standing worriedly behind him. He's shirtless and his shoulder is wrapped in a blood stained bandage. His jeans are torn on one leg. He makes his way down the steps all the while staring at the mysterious man with the grey eyes who has finally turned them away from me to look at him.

"Edward..." he greeted quietly as he bowed his head. Edward said nothing in return. He just continues to stare at him with an unreadable face. He slowly turns his head towards me but hesitates before taking his eyes off Gabriel.

"Are you ok?" I ask him anxiously when he reaches my side.

"Yes, I'm all right" he says quietly as he slides his fingers across the cuts on my face.

"How are you?" he asks.

"I'm ok."

"And why shouldn't she be?" asks Gabriel quizzically.

I turn to see that he still has the same odd look on his face - like he's trying to figure out some difficult mathematical equation. Carlisle seems to have taken notice of his puzzling composure because he, too, is looking at him questioningly. I look up at Edward and his jaw is set and his eyes are cold. He pulls me close to him by my waist.

"Gabriel, my friend" say Carlisle. "Though my trust in you is concrete, I must ask that you do not speak of this with anyone whom you may trust. The fewer that know about this, the better."

Gabriel seems to ignore Carlisle's request and continues to look at me with those penetrating eyes. I wrap my arms around Edward's waist and intentionally look towards the floor. Gabriel does not respond right away. Instead, he walks up to me and a sudden rush of emotion stuns me momentarily. I feel like I'm being pulled towards him. My eyes betray me and they lock back to his. It's such a bizarre feeling - not fear but... something. He's now within two inches from my face. His eyes are warm and a small smile plays at the corner of his lips as he leans towards me and licks the side of my face making my cuts sting and my stomach turn in revulsion.

Edward holds on to me tighter and a growl resonates from his chest but he doesn't react the way I would have imagined he would. I push Gabriel away in disgust as I wipe my face with my sleeve.

"What has fuck has gotten into..." my voice trails off as I realize that I don't feel the burn of my cuts anymore. I feel my skin tightening. Carlisle notices my stupefied reaction.

"Gabriel is a healer. You're cuts are gone" he says.

I touch my face with my fingertips, exactly where Jacob's nails had dug into, and to my utter surprise, they're completely gone. I look at him again. His dark and mysterious eyes unsettle me. He seems to be searching mine for some sort of an answer to some unknown question.

He turns to Carlisle. "Your secret is safe with me" he says as he looks at me once again before turning on his heel and leaving. Incredibly, the imaginary string that seemed to be pulling me towards him vanishes when he walks away. Edward pulls me closer to him and begins to lead us up the stairs but his eyes are still fixed on Gabriel. He finally turns back to me and kisses my forehead.

"Alice called Charlie and told him you'd be home a little late tonight - that she was taking you out for dinner and a movie. I'll take you home later."

We reached his room and as he entered ahead of me, I saw deep red gashes spread across his back. I gasped.

"Edward! Your back!"

"It's nothing, Bella. Really. We heal a lot faster than humans do. I just need to feed and I'll be as good as new." He pulls out a chair and brings the seat between his legs, with the back facing him.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Bella," he sighs, rolling his head "nothing serious happened. We got into it, Jasper came along, so did Sam and Emmet. They pulled us apart and we went our ways. End of story".

"Edward, don't patronize me" I reply coldly.

"Bella, love... he's ok" he says. "I promise."

He stands up and comes to sit next to me on the bed. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and kisses my head.

"I love you, Bella. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I don't' need a bodyguard or a babysitter, Edward. You don't have to keep tabs on me and I won't allow it either. I'm not a kid. Treat me with a little more respect."

He pulls away to look at me.

"You're not a kid, and I never meant to imply that you were. I'm not keeping tabs on you, Bella. It's not what you're thinking."

"You had Alice call you to tell you I was home already."

"Yes, I did" he said matter of factly.

I looked at him disbelievingly.

"Bella, I can't risk having anything happen to you under the hands of Jacob."

"I already..."

"Wait" he said. "As you've already seen, werewolves have no self control. Their emotions manipulate their reactions. Even though I admit that Jacob, in his human form, would never intentionally harm you, I cannot bring myself to believe that he wouldn't do so in his wolf form. He can't control himself - those cuts you had on your face proves my point."

"But I can calm him down, Edward. I was already getting him to relax by the time you got there."

"Bella, I'm sorry, but I know much too much of their kind and I'm not going to jeopardize your life in the hands of one."

"And I'm not going to let you interfere with my friendship with him" I shot back.

He frowned and seemed to want to say something, but smiled instead.

"Bella, I am no one to tell you what to do. I love you. Forgive me if I've come across as controlling or overbearing. It truly is not my intention. I just worry a whole lot about you. That's all. I don't trust Jacob, but you do. I just want you to understand one thing. I will always respect your decisions regarding him. I will not intervene in your friendship. I know that he was there for you when I wasn't and he helped you get back on your feet again. Truth be told, I am in his debt." His voice begins to take an edge. "But if he ever hurts you in any way... I need you to understand that I can't just ‘not' do anything about it. Give me just that much. "

"You make it sound like he knows what he's doing. Ok, granted, he's a different person when he changes but like I said before - he listens to me. I believe in my heart that he would never hurt me and I expect you to control yourself and not jump to any conclusions."

He stared at me for a moment, deep in thought. His eyes were still crimson red, a color I could not get use to looking at.

"Today, when he launched at me, did you fear for him, or did you fear for me?" he asked.

"I feared for both of you." I said pointedly. "Why would you ask me something like that?"

"No reason" he says as he stands and walks over to his closet. He takes off his torn jeans and reaches for a new pair on the upper shelf. It's a little strange looking at him naked. He makes it seem perfectly natural and I suppose it now is. It's not that I feel uncomfortable seeing him in the nude, but rather tempted. His body is lean and exquisite. I think to myself - how did I get so lucky?

I remembered what I overheard a few minutes ago between Carlisle and Gabriel.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Anything" he says as he pulls on a white tee.

"Just a little bit ago, I heard Carlisle talking to that man... Gabriel" He shoots a quick glance at me and looks away as he puts on his watch.

"They were talking about me. They said something like ‘it'll never be accepted or tolerated' and ‘she'll be the death of you all'."

"Pay them no mind. Gabriel is a very old vampire and set in his ways."

"But what did he mean by that that. He kept talking about there being ‘others' that wouldn't accept me and would punish you. Who are the others?"

He sighs and sits next to me again, slowly rubbing my back.

"There really is nothing for you to worry about, love. The ‘others' that he was referring to are the Volturi. They're the oldest coven of our kind and they're regarded as royalty, if you will. They have laws set to protect our kind. I'm sure he was referring to that. Humans are not to know about what we are and the fact that you are human made Gabriel think that you could not be trusted. He knows you would not expose us."

"Nuh-uh. There's something you're not telling me. I mean, he was clearly upset and Carlisle seemed worried as well. In fact, Carlisle mentioned that he has asked you to change me or leave me. You never told me that." He stares back at me, obviously hiding something. "Why? How can I be the possible death to you all?"

He seems to struggle with his thoughts. After a few moments, and no response, I stand up.

"Fine. You don't want to tell me? Then perhaps I'll catch up to this Gabriel and find out what he meant."

He stands up immediately and grabs me by the wrist.

"NO!" he growled. "Bella, promise me you'll stay away from him. If he ever crosses your path, you don't speak to him. You make up any excuse and walk away." His eyes are hard and urgent.

"Why?" I ask, utterly confused.

He tries to relax and looks at me nervously. "He's just... someone you can't trust. He'll never hurt you, so you need not fear him - just stay away from him. Promise me this." His reaction towards the mention of his name takes me by surprise. He looks worried. I remember the inexplicable sensation I felt when I was near him and I wonder if Edward felt it too. I decide not to ask. Why worry him any further?

I still don't understand his sudden anxiety but I nod. "Ok, I promise. But you have to tell me what they were talking about."

After a brief pause he sits down and beckons me to his side.

"The Volturi are the leaders of our kind. They've been around for nearly 1000 years and perhaps even longer. They live in their underground city in Italy. They have set laws just like any ruling government. One of those rules are that humans are not to know what we are - unless, of course, if we plan to kill them."

"And what happens to those that know what you are?"

His silence confirms my suspicions.

"They kill them, don't they?"

"Bella, you really have nothing to worry about."

My heart begins to pound. All this time I've been risking my life. Not only with a vampire, though I know Edward would never hurt me, but a whole army of vampires? What's worse is that I now understood what Gabriel meant when he said I'd be the death of them all. They would kill them too. The guilt resonating from heart was almost too much to bear. They have all known all along that I posed a serious danger to them and yet they kept it from me.

Edward goes on his knees in front of me taking both my hands in his. "Bella, listen to me. Look at me. Nothing will happen to you" he said slowly. "We're getting married. You'll be one of us and they'll never know. Most importantly, I will never let anything happen to you."

"And you? And your family?" I stammer.

"Isabella Swan" he says sternly. "You... need... not... worry" he said.

But I have too much to worry about. My very being is causing too much havoc on everyone. My best friend is heartbroken because I've accepted Edward back in my life. Edward is constantly paranoid that something bad will happen to me and not caring at all that I'm a terrible danger for him should the Volturi learn about me. And his family... Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Emmet and Rosalie... all in danger of losing their lives because of me.