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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?


14. Chapter 14 - Wonder

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Chapter 14 - Wonder

"That'll be four twenty nine. If you could please pull up to the first window".

Since Charlie left at some point in the middle of the night and had not returned, and since I wasn't in the mood to prepare breakfast for one, being that my other half never eats, I decided to settle for an Egg McMuffin meal from the local McDonald's.

As Edward pulls up to the window, the pretty blonde cashier lights up as if Brad Pitt just pulled up and asked her for her number. He hands her his card with one hand while he holds my five dollar bill up to me with the other. I roll my eyes and take it back. Blondie's eyes twinkle and she smiles giddily as she slides the card on the scanner, completely ignoring my presence. It's something I've learned to get use to. She hands him back the card and says "Thank you. Please come again." Now I ask myself, when does anyone in McDonald's ever ask you to please come again?

He drives up to the second window and I'm relieved to find that it's only a guy, who in turn, completely makes no eye contact with Edward.

"You know, this stuff could kill you" says Edward as he hands me the paper bag.

"Hmm, shame that an Egg McMuffin would be the one to do it."

"Not funny" he mutters as he shifts the gear and pulls out onto the road.

"Anywhere specific you'd like to go?" he asks.

"Mmm-mm" I hum, shaking my head as I chew on my hash brown.

He takes a left turn by the street light and begins to drive towards his house. The engine in my truck is protesting loudly and I shoot a warning glare at him, making him slow down. As we drive along the road, he frequently turns to look at me and grins. After the third time, I swallow my last bit of my sandwich and ask "what's so funny?"

"Nothing" he says smiling. "I just like watching you eat. It's quite... amusing."

"Why, do I eat funny?" I ask, alarmed.

"No. Not at all, love. It's just... one of your human traits I marvel at."

I look at him for a moment or two and wonder what the human Edward would have been like. Other than his eyes being green, I really don't know much of his human past.

"What was your favorite food when you were human?"

He laughs a little while he adjusts the rearview mirror.

"I can't remember much of my human life. But I do remember my mother's fish soup."

I make a sour face. I've never been fond of seafood and find it surprising that of all the wickedly delicious comfort foods in the world, he would remember fish soup the most.

"What?" he says smiling as he reads my expression.

"Nothing. You just never fail to surprise me."

He takes my hand in his and brings it to his lips and kisses my fingertips.

"What else do you remember?" I ask.

"Not much. Little fragments here and there."

"Like..." I say encouragingly.

"Like my father's farm, my mother's face, and going to sleep after a long day of work..." he says and he looks like he's faraway in thought.

Things that he misses, I think to myself.

"... and Lucy" he says impishly.

"Lucy?" I ask, my face contorted in confusion.

He looks over at me and chuckles.

"Lucy was the daughter of a close friend of my fathers. She was a precocious girl and I was, to her, the epitome of a poor farmer boy with little education. I can't remember much of what she looked like except that she had long silvery blonde hair and quiet a punch. That..." he nods, "I clearly remember. I accidentally walked in on her as she was dressing one afternoon and out of pure nerves, I foolishly complimented her beauty to which she gratified me with a straight left hook to my eye" he laughs quietly.

"A blonde... figures" I rebuff.

"What?" he smiles incredulously. I try to smile but grimace instead and look out the passenger window, hating that he struck a chord in me. From the reflection of the window, I can see that he's still staring at me, flabbergasted at my reaction.

"Are you... jealous?" he asks.

"Of course not" I snap a little too quickly.

"Bella," he says pacifically, "I was a boy, and this was over a hundred years ago. Surely, you..."

"I know that" I say trying to sound unaffected but the truth was that I was indeed a little bothered by it. Ok, I was pissed.

He continues to drive, all the while watching me from the corner of his eyes when suddenly he laughs.

"It's because she's blonde, isn't it?" he muses.

I turn to glare at him and he looks straight at me and he bursts out laughing.

"Bella, my love" he says as he puts his arm around my shoulder and slides me closer to him. "My darling girl, didn't you know?"

"Know what?" I ask, annoyed.

He kisses me and says "I prefer brunettes".

"Yet, you were dumbly chasing a blonde a hundred years ago and still remember it till this day."

"You said it... dumbly. And the only reason I remember is because I later learned that she was a victim of rape".

I'm completely taken aback at this point.

"Apparently, her uncle had been tormenting the poor girl for months. She hung herself about a week after she punched me" he says, humor now gone from his voice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know" I say, remorsefully.

"You don't need to apologize. Actually..." he says, his voice sounding more animated, "I found it kinda cute that you got jealous. It feels... good". I elbow him in the rib and he holds me tighter.

We arrive to his house and I suddenly feel him stiffen. I look up and his face is hard and cold. Ahead of us, on the driveway, sits a black Audi sports car. Apparently, someone, with quite expensive taste, is visiting. I can't understand why the tense reaction though.

"What's wrong?" I ask him. He doesn't respond. He just stares ahead and I think I can make out a small growl coming from his chest.

Just when I'm about to ask him again, the front door to the house opens and Carlisle and Gabriel walk out. They shake hands and as Gabriel begins to go down the steps, he spots us and slows. I can feel his dark eyes on my mine and a blurry vision flashes in my head, so fast I can't make it out. My muscles go slack and I feel the mysterious pull move me within though I remain seated. I hold tight to Edward's hand and I can see him turn to look at me dubiously. Gabriel looks away and gets into his car. I realize that his eyes are not the source of the strange pull, because I still feel like something is dragging me to him. He starts his engine and pulls away, taking with him the enigmatic draw that has arrested my senses.

I gasp and blink rapidly once his car has disappeared. Edward quickly turns me to be and holds me by the shoulders.

"Bella, what's wrong?" he asks, worriedly. I swallow hard and shake my head.

"I don't know. I just feel... strange".

"How so?" he asks. I meet his tawny eyes and shake my head once again.

"I don't know. It's weird. He just... I don't know how to explain it."

"Try" he persists, watching me closely.

"It's just... I feel..."

I can't find any words to describe what it is I feel. It's not fear... that much I know. It's almost like a trance or a spell but I can't tell Edward this. Knowing his paranoiac tendencies, he'll probably go after him and drive a stake through his heart.

"It's really nothing, Edward. Just my nerves, I guess. I mean, he looks a bit menacing for the average person, that's all."

He clearly doesn't buy it but he doesn't press it any further. He just looks at me cautiously as he pulls up on the driveway and shuts off the engine. I reach for the door handle when he takes my hand.

"Bella?" he says quietly.

"Yes?" I stop and look back at him.

"If he ever comes near you... you'd tell me, right?"

My heart rate rises a fraction of a beat and I quickly try to calm myself. Why would he ask me this? Does he know that Gabriel was by my house yesterday? Did he read his mind? I smile back at him.

"You would know" I say incredulously. "You can read his thoughts, can't you?"

"No. I can't. He blocks me out which is why I can't trust him" he says frowning deeply.

"He blocks you out? I thought that was impossible. I mean, a person can't just ‘not' think."

"Gabriel is very old. He's had more than enough time on his hands to master practically anything. His blocking my ability makes me believe he's hiding something" he says as he looks ahead.

"Maybe he can't help it. I mean, take me for instance. You can't read my thoughts" I point out.

"Indeed. But I have read his thoughts before and with little difficulty. Then, when he met you... he shut me out" he says in a low murmur, more to himself.

I can only stare at him. My mind is racing at lightning speed. Why would he block Edward only after meeting me? Was he really hiding something from him? His words played in my head. Edward doesn't know what you are. I couldn't make any sense of it but I couldn't let Edward take notice of my wondering expression, so I gently squeezed his hand and smiled.

"You're giving it too much thought, babe. It's probably nothing. Let's get inside. It's starting to rain."

He looked at me once more, his eyes warming a bit but still distant.

"Yes, lets" he says as he gets out of the car. I reach for the handle once again, but the door opens before I can touch it and Edward scoops me up in his arms and pushes the door shut with his foot. His face is relaxed now and smiling.

"You know, the doctor said I should walk as a form of exercise" I say pointedly as he carries me up the steps.

"Sounds to me like the doctors' a fool to even think I'd allow it" he smiles crookedly and then kisses me.

My nerves begin to calm at the touch of his lips and though I relish the moment, in the back of my mind, I'm still thinking about Gabriel.

kiss$h head and says "I'm sorry."

Another powerful wave of anger swells in me and I push myself away from him, surprised that I was able to break free from his cement embrace. I back away from him, my face in a watery mess. I wipe at my tears with my hand and point to the door.

"Get out" I say flatly. He doesn't move. He just stares back at me, frowning in confusion.

"Bella..." he says quietly.

"GET OUT!" I yell as loud as my voice allows. A new tide of tears races down my face. He seems too stunned to move but after a few seconds, he walks up to me and seems to struggle for words before pursing his lips and walking away. I slam the door shut behind him and sink to floor, surrendering to my despair, crying for the death of a love.