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A Dark Adaptation of Breaking Dawn

The new moon illuminating the ink blue night, marks the dawn of a new world where chaos is about to be unleashed once again between the wolves and the vampires. Under layers of stone and concrete, a King paces back and forth in his room, shaken by the probability of a fallen kingdom. Men begin to shape into wolves in a nearby distance, mouths watering for flesh. And somewhere in the depths of a Romanian forest, a pair of chocolate brown eyes shoot wide open with a sudden gasp, announcing the beginning of a new life.

For those of you who have read my previous fanfic, "A Dark Adaptation of New Moon", I present to you the continuation of the story. Thank you for all your feedback. I hope you enjoy it!

5. Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Gabriel's POV:

I had thought she'd leave with him, start over and make like I didn't exist. Convince herself that the child she was carrying was a product of their love, not mine. Because I vowed not to listen in on them, I was completely taken aback when I saw them return, she walking a distance behind him.

Take care of her... Edward told me in his mind as he passed me.

Bella stopped right next to me, with tears in her eyes as she watched them sped away. I could almost see a part of her drift away with him. For once, I was at a loss of words. This was something so totally unexpected. In the car, Edward spoke to me in thought. He refused to go without her and was willing to put his life on the line and battle me over her, which was an absurd idea, knowing that could obliterate him with little effort. I had told him there was no need, that although I loved her incomprehensively, I had caused her so much pain and I would no more. I told him she was free to do whatever she wanted. I would not bar her in anyway. I suppose he knew the way her mind works because even when I left her wide in the open for him to claim, he asked if I could abandon her myself. I was shocked at the thought of such blasphemy and declined his request. I told him that if she chose to stay by my side, I would never part from hers.

Even then, I could have never imagined that she would be standing by my side, watching him go. It confused me and thrilled me at the same time. It was obvious that she wanted to go with him, so apparent, but here she was, standing right next to me.

"Bella, you don't have to stay" I said, risking it all.

She turned and squared her face.

"I'm here because I want to be. I'm not afraid of you."

"And you should never be."

Her eyes blinked away from mine, and I can tell she was on the verge of tears. Yet, she pulled herself together and said: "Let's get out of here."

Never had I thought the words ‘let's' would hold such significance as it does now.

"Where do you want to go?"


I couldn't help but smile at my treasure, and I pulled her close, taking in her glorious scent as we left the barren road and landed on a white sanded island. She didn't stagger this time. Instead, she turned and looked around, crossing her arms. The wind made her hair dance like fire and her reddish-brown eyes glistened in the sunlight. Beauty could never be defined, until now.

"Is this efficient for you?" I asked.

She nodded with a broken smile and I knew that her heart, too, was broken.

I stood still for a long while, watching her watching the beach. Then she turned around, and I could tell she was nervous.

"I need time" she finally said.

"You can have all the time you want."

"I know that we..." she struggled with her words. "...that now I'm pregnant, but I'm not..."

I cut in to spare her the awkwardness.

"I will not touch you, Bella. But... you can also have that whenever you want."

Her face reddened at my remark and I hoped it wasn't in anger.

"Come, let me show you to your new home."


"Unless, you want something..."

"No. It's just... How do you go about finding these places anyway?"

I laughed at her blunt question.

"Bella, I'm 1,449 years old and I've been around the world ten times that number. I have set up residence in many places. This island is my gift to you."

She swallowed hard and I could tell she was taken aback.

"You're 1,449 years old?"

I roared in laughter. It was not the news of owning her own island that surprised her most... it was my age. She didn't laugh, instead she looked detached and I realized then that it would be long before I see her smile again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's ok" she said.

She continued to walk and paused when she saw that I hadn't moved. She turned to look back at me.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Yes and no" I said, seriously this time. She tilted her head to the side in question.

"Bella, I know you said you where here because you wanted to be but I need to know what it is you feel. I cannot watch you as you fall apart. I've already caused you pain and I can't bear to see you hurt anymore."

She stared at me, with those provocative brown eyes. What I would give to know exactly what she was thinking.

She began to walk slowly towards me. She was clearly nervous. She stopped an inch away from me her eyes piercing through mine and she placed her hands on my chest and kissed me. Her kiss was not authentic, but I accepted it. I wrapped my arms around her waist and let her mouth guide mine. She pulled back, biting her lower lip, looking insecure.

"Are you sure of this, Bella?"

She nodded slowly but unconvincingly.

"You know you're free to do as you please."

Again, she nods.

I happily gave up trying to convince her to leave. I betrayed her trust, one that I didn't know even existed with how coldly I treated her at first but I would redeem myself. I would make up for her broken heart, take back all the pain I inflicted and hope that she will love me as she once did.

She turned and continued to walk towards the house as I followed closely behind her. She stood to the side of the door, her arms crossed in front of her as I open it and led her in. The house was completely furnished in Mediterranean design. She walked in, her eyes taking in the whole place. I watch her carefully, ready to cater her with anything she desired.

"It's... nice" she nodded.

I couldn't help but smile.

She walked to the kitchen, sliding her hand across the terracotta countertops.

"Are you hungry?"

Her eyes flashed quickly to mine and then quickly back to the kitchen. She didn't answer me.

"Bella?" I asked worriedly.

"Um. Yeah, I am."

"Is there anything specific you want me to get you?"

Her sudden unease puzzled me. She was tense and her heart beat sped up. I took a step towards her when I realized what it was.

"You're thirsty."

She turned around and had a hard time looking at me.

"Bella, it is perfectly all right. It's natural for you to want blood. You are vampire, at least in part."

"Will I always want blood when I'm hungry?"

"Unfortunately, the thirst will always be there. It may be stronger one day, and passive the next. Right now, because you are a newborn, your thirst is very strong."

"But I don't want to kill anyone."

"Well, that all depends on whether you're venomous or not. If you're not, then you can feed upon as many humans as you like."

"I don't want to feed on humans" she said irritably.

"Bella, I don't want to alarm you in any way, but I feel you must know. I have reason to believe that the child is vampire, 100%."

To my surprise, she didn't cringe at what I had revealed to her. Instead, she stared at me blankly.

"Why do you figure?"

"Because of how quickly he's grown and how his heartbeat slows by the hours."

"His heartbeat is slowing?" she asked aghast, placing her hands on her abdomen.

"It's nothing to be worried about. It's perfectly normal. His heart will cease beating once he is born, thus indicating that he is truly vampire. A vampire's heart is still, it never beats."

She seemed more relaxed but kept her hands on her stomach, a memory in the making.

"Will my... diet... affect him?"

"Actually, you crave more blood now because of him."

She stared at me, unmoving, looking like a statue of a Greek goddess. Quietly, she walked over to the living area and sat on the sofa, pulling her legs under her. She was deep in thought.

"Bella, you'll need to feed, soon."

She shook her head back and forth, unblinking.

"I am not going to hurt anyone."

"Bella, the baby needs it. Without it, he won't survive... and neither will you."

She looked down at her stomach and rubbed small circles over it.

"I don't want to kill" she said quietly.

Her transformation was not yet complete. She has to begin to adapt to her new self and I can tell it was going to be prove difficult. I walked over to her and sat on the coffee table in front of her.

"Bella, you have to try" I said calmly.

Like a child, refusing to drink her medicine, she refused by shaking her head.

"I might kill them, or turn them."

"Then feed on me. If you are venomous, I'll know... but it will do nothing to me and at least you'll be able to quench your thirst for the time being."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and nervous.

"No" she said and she turned her face away from me.

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to resist the smell of blood, I rolled up my sleeve and bit at the scar on my wrist, opening it once again. Her eyes twitched at the sound of my dripping blood, but strangely enough, she did not move. The smell should have set off a frenzy, but it didn't. She sat very still, looking at the window. I edged closer to her, and still she didn't react.

"I'm not drinking your blood" she said firmly.


"Please show me to my room. I want to sleep now" she said standing up."

I raised my wrist to my mouth and sealed it shut and proceeded to her room. Once we reached the door, she walked inside and slammed the door on my face.

"I'll be here if you need anything." I said and waited for a reply. Silence was only answer I would get this evening.

I turned and walked to over to the bathroom, taking a wet towel to clean the blood off the living area. I wiped it all away and tossed the towel in trash bin and went back to the sofa, lying down and burying my face in the pillow she leaned against. It still smelled like her. In time, I slowly drifted to sleep.


Her scream startled me and woke me, fully alert. I ran to her room and found her lying in blood-soaked sheets, paler than I had last seen her. She wailed in agony.


She couldn't talk. Her eyes were rolling back. I pulled off the sheets and found that the bleeding was coming from her womb and her stomach had grown to the size of a third trimester. I quickly and carefully raised her nightgown, and tore off her underwear. She fought weakly against me.

"Bella, you must let me examine you. You're bleeding!"

She cried out once again, clenching the sheets in her fists. I spread her legs apart and carefully push my fingers through her womb, feeling around her cervix, making sure she hadn't dilated. I wasn't worried about examining her without a pair of latex gloves, for our kind are incapable of infection. I found that there was a small tear on her cervix. At this rate, the probability of a miscarriage was great.

"Bella, listen to me" I said urgently as I moved over her, careful not to press into her stomach. You need to drink my blood. The baby is tearing his way through you."

She screamed once again, shaking her head.

"He can die Bella if he is born now and he can kill you!"

Her bloodshot eyes locked on mine, bloody tears slipping down her face.

"Please, Bella" and then she took me by surprise and pulled me towards her as she sunk her teeth deep into my neck. Instantly, I knew she was venomous. Her bite stung painfully as she sucked my blood. She groaned as she drank and I found myself shamefully aroused by the animalism of the act. She was pulling my blood fast and hard. The burning spread through my neck and down my chest and shoulders. Her venom was as potent as her blood. When I knew she had enough I tried to push her off gently, but she held on tight to me, her mouth locked on my neck.

"Bella, that's enough" I breathed.

She ignored me and this time I pushed myself away with force. It took me a moment to regain myself and my footing. I felt weak for the first time in over a thousand years. She lay on the bed panting, blood smeared all over mouth. I was losing my sight, the room fading quickly. She almost sucked me dry. The last thing I saw was her precious face, worried as she sat up, calling my name.