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A Dark Adaptaton of New Moon

Summary:
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?


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17. Chapter 17 - Questions

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Chapter 17 - Questions

It's been a week since the engagement, a week since Jacob left, a week since I last saw Gabriel, yet everything seemed like it was just yesterday. The pain of losing Jacob had not abated even at the dawn of my engagement. Guilt still hammered my heart, despite the joy I felt in the promise of my renewed love with Edward. I've tried not thinking about it, about the last time I saw Jake, but it was pointless. The memory was tattooed in my head.

And then there was Gabriel, whose elusiveness infiltrated my thoughts. His ‘request' brought more questions than warning. He hasn't returned to the Cullen's house all week, much to my relief. Edward is very perceptive, with or without mind reading. For reasons I can't explain or even begin to understand, I react strangely to Gabriel's presence and I'm sure Edward sees that. I am hoping to get some answers today, though. The sun is out meaning the Cullen's are staying in. This is the perfect opportunity to drive out to Port Angeles to speak with Gabriel.

As I drive along the road, I begin to notice less shops and more industrial buildings. I look at the MapQuest print out I brought along and find that I'm heading the right way. After a few minutes circling the block, I arrive to building 407. I was expecting to find either a lush hotel or residential building but instead I come to find it's a warehouse. Certainly not what I expected.

I get out of the car and cross the street, heading towards the building. I can hear music playing in the distance somewhere and drunken laughter. There's a homeless man sleeping just outside the building to the left. He doesn't stir at the sound of my footsteps. This is such an abstract from the main streets of Port Angeles, definitely not a place I'd venture in the dark.

I arrive at the door and ring the bell. After a few seconds, the door opens and a naked woman stands at the doorway. She eyes me deviously.

"Why, hello" she says teasingly with one arm up against the door and the other holding a cigarette. She's very tall with full breasts and blonde hair. Her skin is pale and her eyes are black. From behind her, a hand reaches and caresses her bare breast and a stunning redhead appears behind her shoulder, licking at the blonde's neck while massaging her breast. I look away embarrassed.

"Um... I'm sorry" I say looking down at the map in my hands. I must have the wrong address."

"Oh, do us the pleasure and come in. We'd love the company" she says grinning while the redhead fondles her vagina.

I'm about to turn and literally run when the door opens all the way and there stands Gabriel, staring at me with intense but unreadable eyes. I begin to feel the slow pull towards him though I'm fully aware that I'm not moving. The blonde hangs her arm on his shoulder and begins to nibble at his ear, to which he has no reaction. I want to turn and run back to my truck but I feel like my body is frozen in place.

"Leave" he says in a low and flat voice. The blonde and the red head do not react and for a moment I think he's talking to me when he suddenly pushes the blonde hard against the wall.

"GO, I SAID" he yells. The redhead immediately grabbed her clothes and left while the blonde snarled at him before grabbing a trench coat and covering herself with it. She turned to look at me with loathing eyes and then marched right past me. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

"Forgive me, my lady" he says quietly and continues to stare at me with those penetrating grey eyes. "Why did you come here?" he asks.

"I have a few questions to ask you." I say nervously.

He turns to the side, gesturing me to come in. I stand still for a moment before entering. The loft is not as big as it appears to be from the outside. It's very dark and dimly lit. A huge bed with disheveled sheets sits to the far right hand corner. I'm still embarrassed by the awkwardness of his two female quests.

"Pardon the mess. I wasn't expecting anyone" he says as he collects a couple of empty bottles and cups. He's only wearing knit pants that sit low on his waist line. I can't help but look at his incredible physique. He has a slender but lean negative 5% body fat build with deep cuts accentuating his muscles everywhere. It's the kind of body that yoga gurus have. I swallow hard and force my eyes to look away.

"Coffee?" he asks holding up a kettle.

"No, thanks" I reply. He continues to pour coffee into a cup when I notice several thick scars across his back and shoulders. He turns and leans against the counter, sipping on a steaming mug. My eyes are suddenly magnetized to his and that inner pull begins to tug at me.

"What are you?" I ask.

"Surely, you've already figured that out" he says with a distinct European accent.

"Your skin doesn't react to sunlight, you have scars and drink coffee" I say puzzled. He looks at me for a moment, his eyes narrowed.

"I am vampire, but also human" he finally says.

I'm a little taken aback by his response. I have never heard of such a thing. How can you be dead and alive at the same time? I suppose this is the reason he's skin is not as pale as the others.

"How?" I baffle.

"Is this what you came to ask?"

"No... No, I didn't" I stammer.

"Why did you come here then?" he says, with a pinch of annoyance and his eyes piercing through mine. I swallow hard and try to focus on my thoughts and ignore the overwhelming sensation of being sucked into some kind of gravitational vortex.

"The other day, you told me to run... to get away from Forks and from the Cullens. You said Edward didn't know what I was and that they would take me. I want to know what you meant."

He remains quiet, fixated on me.

"None of it makes any sense to me." I continue.

Nothing. He says nor does anything. He just stands there gazing at me dubiously and I'm beginning to think he's not even listening, like he's in some far off thought somewhere. My temper begins to build and I turn to leave when he appears inches from me and a sudden vision clouds my head... me lying in bed and Gabriel bearing into me, muscles taut all over his body, my legs on both sides of him and my hands clawing at his waist.

I jump back gasping as his face comes back into view. He advances quickly towards me and I back track a couple of steps until my back is against a wall. He's only two inches from my face now and my heart takes off.

"You do not have the time to ponder such questions" he says snarls, teeth bared. "You should not have come here."

"I need to know" I say panting. "You can't just expect me to leave without knowing what I'm running from" I say, my voice shaky. He leans in closer and I can almost taste his breath, feeling the moisture from his mouth against my skin.

"You have to run..." he says menacingly, "...from me."

I'm absolutely stunned by his response. Edward told me he wouldn't hurt me. Edward, of all people - who believes everyone is out to hurt me. This just doesn't add up. My mind is spinning.

"You won't hurt me" I challenge, nervously.

"Not if I can help it" he says between clenched teeth.

"But why?"

His eyes move rapidly against mine and his lips are pursed into a hard line. Then, his eyes fall to my neck and my heart begins to pound loudly. His temperament shifts and he looks back at me , then backs away slowly, his furious face melting away to just a deep frown. As he pulls away, I feel the pull at full force now and I begin to walk towards him and stop just four feet away from him.

"You have to give me some answers" I demand.

He looks at me then turns drops his eyes to the floor, looking as if he just he's just been stunned and can't understand it.

"Please" I insist. He stops and looks up at me, all emotion gone from his face.

"You are a guardian" he says quietly.

I'm beginning to think he's either drunk or high or flat out delusional.

"I came here... to kill you before they find you" he continues. "I never expected it to be you."

"What?" I ask completely lost. He looks up at me again.

"The Volturi are after you, Bella. It's only a matter of time until they find you."

"What...why..."

"You are a guardian. A protector of power. They have seeked your kind for many years."

"You're not making any sense" I say, shaking my head in confusion.

"Guardians can repel any ability, any power cast upon them. They can protect others around them from these same powers. The Volturi have always desired to have a guardian but because they are so rare, they haven't been able to capture one."

"Are you saying that I'm not human?"

"You are human, Bella... fully, but you possess an ability far greater than all the rest."

This is fucking insane. Mental! What did I walk into here?

"I think you've got me all wrong" I say shaking my head. He looks at me dubiously.

"Bella, have you not wondered why Edward can't read your mind? Why his sister can't see your future?"

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Oh, but it does. Guardians possess a shield both mental and spiritual that blocks access to themselves and anyone they choose to protect. That is what you do and that is what the Volturi needs."

"For what?" I ask.

"To protect them at war."

I'm trying feverishly to grasp what he's telling me and find sense in it but find it almost impossible.

"Why do you want to kill me then?"

He looks at me, as if contemplating a thought and walks towards a window.

"Because you'll be far off worse if they take you. I've seen what they do to your kind. You'll be begging for your death."

My body is beginning to shake badly and I sit down to calm myself. This feels like a dream, the kind you have after watching a horror movie. None of this makes sense. It's all insane. I'm just an 18 year old from Phoenix, nothing more. No superhuman powers, no shields, no anything. Though, I want to believe that his story is impossible, I can't. A year and a half ago, I would have laughed at the thought of vampires co-existing with the human race, but here I am - engaged to one. My thoughts are racing at the speed of light. The sudden load of information is just too much to conceive.

I look up at him and he's still looking out the window, seemingly mystified.

"How do you know all of this? How did you know what I was when you saw me?"

He continues to stare out the window.

"because," he says quietly and far away in thought.... you were my wife."