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!
9. Chapter 9
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Three diamond crystals rested on the palm of his hand, and I was rendered immobile, stunned by the phenomena.
"How'd you do that?" I asked, as if expecting a logical answer. He looked at me with soft eyes, a small crease in his brow.
"I don't know. It just ... happens."
I looked up into his eyes. They appeared silver against the light of the diamonds. There was such a strangeness about them, something hypnotic. Looking at them was like floating in mid-air, completely losing all awareness of your surroundings. I wondered if it was him doing it, if it was him putting me under some kind of spell. It almost felt like it.
"Everything?" I asked, blinking my eyes furiously, trying to break out of his hold. "You can do everything?"
He gazed at me cautiously, seeming to struggle with his thoughts.
"Not exactly everything: he murmured.
"What can't you do?" I asked, intrigued by his exception.
"I can't make you want me."
I stared at him for a moment before turning and walking away, agitated.
"Bella, wait ... "he said, following me. He pulled me gently by the arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I ..."
"Can you read my mind?" I cut in suddenly. "I mean, you once said that you couldn't, but I want to know if that's changed."
He frowned dubiously. "No" he said after a brief pause. "No, I can't."
"Have you tried?" I asked, trying to keep my anxiety at bay. The thought of not only having to start a life with a complete stranger but to also lose my most intimate space, unsettled me.
"No" he said and I was surprised by his answer. I would have thought he'd try with a hammer and a vise to get to my thoughts. As if reading them now, he said "I haven't tried to because I don't' want to know what it is that occupies your mind the most. Those are your thoughts, your memories, your dreams and your desires. I can only hope to make my way into any one of them someday, but I will not violate your privacy, Bella - in respect of you and for my own personal sake."
I looked at him and nodded acceptingly and in great relief. I didn't want to have him listen in on my observations of him. What would he think if he saw what I saw whenever he touched me or how his eyes work some sort of charm on me? That I was here with him in an effort of doing what is right, for the sake of our son, is one thing, but to fill him with false hope was another. I couldn't get Edward out of my system. My every thought was of him. Letting him go and moving on will prove difficult but I knew I had to rid myself of this nostalgia.
"Thank you" I said. He never looked at me this way before, with such intensity but tenderness at the same time. He didn't say anything at all. He just stood there, thinking and unmoving. I began to feel a small pain in my abdomen and instinctively brought my hand to it. He snapped out of his trance at once.
"Are you all right?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Just a little nudge" and I turned and went to lay down on the bed, propping myself up on pillows. He came to my side, slipping a pillow underneath my knees, and sat on the edge of the bed facing me.
My stomach was huge, I mean, full term huge, and I was only a week pregnant. Until now, it hadn't occurred to me that I didn't know how long I'd be pregnant. I cringed at the thought of my stomach expanding for another nine months. I would surely burst to pieces.
"Do you know how long ... " my eyes darted towards my stomach.
He smiled warmly. "Soon" he said.
"How soon?" I asked.
"Any day now." His answer both surprised and frightened me all together and he could tell.
"They are not like human babies. They grow incredibly fast. Their hearts stop beating when it is time for them to be born. His heart has slowed significantly. You can expect to give birth within the next few days."
The news sent shivers down my spine and I remembered the discussion he had with Edward in the car.
"Can I die? Giving birth to him ... can it kill me?"
"He stared at me blankly for a moment. My heart sped up and his eyes moved to my chest instantly before bringing them back up to mine.
"Bella, I will not let you die" he said. "Please believe me" and once again I was lost in his gaze and I was almost sure he was working something on me, but I found that I didn't mind. Despite what he has done, I found it hard not to believe in his words.
His eyes moved down to my stomach and stayed there.
"Would you mind if I touched it?" he asked.
"Not at all."
He slowly brought his left hand over my stomach. It felt warm even through my gown. I could feel the baby move inside. A small and wondrous smile played on his mouth as he slowly glided his hand around my stomach. It took me a moment to realize what he was doing. Not only was he having a bonding moment, but he was taking away the uncomfortable pressure and strain I felt along my abdomen. He slowly slid his hand to my side, along my ribs, and the little pains I felt there, too, just seeped away.
He then began to move his hand up the side of my chest, over my breast and stopped directly over my heart. No matter how calm I tried to remain, my stupid heart gave me away. He didn't move or even tried to make a pass. He just sat there, very still, face full of emotion as he frowned at his hand. I could see his eyes glistening.
"I will never make it stop hurting, will I?" he murmured without taking his eyes away from his hand.
I didn't know what to say. Anything I said would be wrong. Although, I was committed to this, determined to live the rest of eternity with him, I didn't know and truly didn't think he could ever make the pain in my heart go away. There were so many dents and cracks in it even before he came around, that I doubted he could ever repair it. But I lacked the courage to tell him otherwise. So, I did something to silence his inquisition, something I didn't think I'd have the guts to do. I leaned in and kissed him - two short but soft kisses.
I knew this was just as bad as lying to him, but I hoped it would take his mind away from it. And I don't' know why I even cared about his feelings, but strangely enough, I came to find out that I did. What I didn't expect was the sudden desire that took over me.
I stood very still, waiting for his reaction, wanting him to react. All the while, my heart and my head were going at it, lashing out at one another. My head kept telling me it was wrong to lead him on and my heart selfishly pushed me forward, much to my surprise. Although, the pain of losing Edward was still fresh and tender, my heart thrived on the moment, urging me to kiss him once more.
I didn't have to this time. He pulled my face to his with both his hands and returned the kiss, more lavishly but tender at the same time. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest. I pulled him close to me and he slid to my side, leaning over me, carefully avoiding my stomach. I was shocked to find that he was fully aroused. His tongued twisted provocatively in my mouth, guiding mine in motion. His lips moved slowly and softly against mine but then they slowed to almost a stop. I felt his tongue slip away and I bit at his lower lip, trying to get them to stay on mine. He pulled away slowly, a little short of breath and stared at me solemnly.
I couldn't understand his hesitation. I wanted it, my body wanted him and instead he pushed me away. And then I felt it. Two small pressure points pushing down against my lip. I brought my fingers to my mouth, astonished by the two elongated incisors behind my lips.
"This... is lust" he said dispiritedly. "This is what I warned you of. You're thirsty and your body is telling you one thing but your heart tells you another."
"No" I said. "I know what I want."
"What you want is blood, Bella. I will not let you seduce me ... not for a meal. I won't let you do something you'll regret later."
"I won't regret it" I said leaning into him again and once again, he pulled away from me.
"No, Bella" he breathed, and he stood up from the bed.
"I'll bring you blood at once" and he turned and walked away.
I felt humiliated, angry and rejected all at once. Truth be told, I really wasn't hungry. I knew how it felt when I craved blood but I didn't' feel that way now. I really did want him though I was ashamed because of it. I couldn't really explain why I held such mixed emotions for Gabriel and I refused to use the past-life theory. Part of me hated him for intruding upon my relationship with Edward, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel mesmerized by him as well.
Perhaps my prenatal hormones were to blame, if I even had any or maybe it was the fact that making love to him was the best I've ever had. It's not something I'm proud to admit and it's not to say that I didn't enjoy making love with Edward, because I absolutely did. But, Edward's love making, though passionate and tender was also cautious, whereas, Gabriel manipulated my body in ways I never thought it could move. It was a terrible thought and I felt ashamed for even thinking this way, but I couldn't deny it. Nonetheless, Gabriel was right. Regardless of what I felt at the moment - it was lust. Knowing myself, I would've probably slipped away from the bed again and futilely tried to hang myself.
What I didn't expect was for him to stop. This surprised me most and intrigued me as well. I had expected him to nail me the first chance he got, and yet, he didn't.
I straightened up at the sound of his approaching footsteps. He walked in the room holding a tall glass of blood. My mouth watered at the sight of it.
"Here" he said, sitting on the edge of the bed again, a little farther away from me this time. I took the cup and began to drink, savoring the warm irony taste. Though the thought of drinking blood repulsed me, the taste was exquisite.
He took the cup away when I was done and I noticed he had blood smeared on his forearm.
"Was that your blood?"
He smiled, placing the cup on the nightstand.
"Yes, it was" he said and turned to look at me. "How do you feel?"
"I'm all right" I said as I pulled the comforter over me, wishing he would go and spare me the embarrassment.
"Come" he said, extending his hand out to me.
"I want to show you something."
"I think I'll just stay here. I'm a little tired" I lied.
He looked at me and smiled then unexpectedly, slipped his hands under my legs and scooped me up, still wrapped in the comforter.
"What are you doing?" I cried.
"Shhh" he said and he took one step forward and with the next step, we were outside by the beach.
"Are you all right?" he asks as he lowers me to the ground.
"I suppose" I say irritably.
The night was chilly, for a tropical island, but the view was stunning. Stars adorned the sky like diamonds and the full moon shone brightly and immensely over the water. Gabriel stood over a pile of wood and wave one hand over and produced a fire. I watched in awe.
"So, you can make fire also?" I asked as he walked back and sat by my side.
"Amongst many things."
The fire reflected off his metallic eyes, making them look like burning amber.
"And you don't know how you do these things?"
"With thought, I suppose."
I stared at the moon ahead, my mind going back to Edward. Immediately, I began to feel my heart tear apart and I fought to hide my tears.
"What are you thinking of?"
I didn't answer him. I knew if I spoke, my voice would sound strangled.
He looked away and stared ahead, perhaps taking a wild guess and getting it right.
"He loves you" he said, completely catching me off guard. "I've been in his head before and I know he loves you ... perhaps even as much as I do."
My tears gave way and I wiped them away with the comforter.
"He does not think ill of you and holds no prejudices against our son."
"Why are you telling me this?" I turned looking at him. He, too, turned to face me.
"Because, Bella. If you feel that there's a part of you missing, if you feel that you can't find the will to breathe again, then you're in the wrong place. You don't love me, this I know."
"But here I am ... after a thousand years, here I am again, with you. You can't tell me that doesn't mean something. That somehow our paths have crossed again, and that I'm carrying your child. I'm not in the wrong place. It may take me time to get use to it, but I will ... eventually."
He didn't say anything else. He continued to stare at me for a moment longer before turning his face back to the beach. I made quick to change the topic and the mood.
"How did you become vampire?" I asked.
"I didn't. I was born a halfling."
"Was you mother a human?"
"What happened to her?"
"She was killed by my father" he grimaced. I didn't expect to hear that.
"He didn't mean to kill her. He met her as a human and she became pregnant. Because he was vampire, I was to become a halfling. Human by my mother and immortal like my father. The pregnancy took a grave toll on her and she nearly died giving birth to me. My father tried to convert her, in order to save her, but his venom proved to be too powerful. It poisoned her blood and killed her almost instantly."
"I'm so sorry."
"I don't know anything else of my mother, not even what she looks like. I assume I look a lot like her being that there were not similarities between my father and I."
"And what about Aro?"
"Aro is a product of hate" he said tossing a rock into the fire. My father had fallen for a human girl, no more than seventeen. She was of a religious family and showed no interest in my father, other than fear. My father took her away, killing her family and raped her. Unlike my mother, she lived after the birth of Aro, but she was overwhelmed with misery and plunged to her death. Neither my father nor Aro showed any remorse for her passing."
"That's horrible" I said, deeply disturbed by his father's dark past. He was the epitome of evil and now I could understand how Gabriel, although far better natured than his father and brother, can also be downright intimidating at times. But his story troubled me.
"Does Aro have the same abilities as you?"
"No. His only known ability is his mind reading. As far as I know, I am the only one of my kind."
"Alice said he wouldn't hurt the Cullens. Do you believe the same?"
He was quiet and my heart began to race when he didn't say anything.
"Bella, we shouldn't be talking about these things in your delicate state."
My heart dropped.
"He's going to kill them." I said, stunned. I was no longer looking at him though my eyes were still on him. His absent response confirms my thought.
"We have to do something." I said, standing now.
He shook his head once and grimaced. "Bella, there is nothing that we can do. Alice went to speak with wolves. They're handling it as we speak."
"But you can stop him. You're much more powerful than him. You can easily save them without getting hurt."
"I can't go there, Bella. It's not as simple as you think."
"Yes it is."
He suddenly stood up, furious. "Listen, Bella. I can't go there and leave you here when there are others that are after you. Although, Aro is weak in my comparison, his close circle is full of powerful talent. I am only one man, Bella. I am not a God" he said angrily.
"But I can go with you. I can shield you ... "
"NO!" he shouted. "Don't you see? You are the reason he holds the Cullens. He wants to kill you. He knows to get to you, he must get through the Cullens, and to get to me, he must get to you first. I am sorry, Bella, but I can't risk your life."
"You can't do this to me." I said, a fresh river of tears streaming down my face. "I've lost everything ... everything. My father, my mother, my friends, my life ... They are all I have left. I sacrificed a lot to be here with you and I'm not regretting it or backing out either, but is it so much to ask to help them?"
He stared at me, darkly, brooding on some thought. He began to pace back and forth, pinching the bridge of his nose in concentration. After a minute or so, he stopped and looked at me.
"If, I do this, Bella. If I return to Italy, I will not take you with me. However, I can't leave you unprotected either."
My heart rose with hope. "Okay" I said, "I'll stay. That's fine."
"Bella, I can't just leave you without knowing how you are. Not only are you alone, but you're pregnant."
"So what are you thinking?" I asked, at a loss of understanding.
"Bella, the only way I can keep a watchful eye ... or sense of you, is by drinking your blood."
I stared at him blankly, trying to understand his strange request.
"What does my blood have to do with you watching me?"
"It will make me aware of you, alert. If you're in danger, I'll know and within a split second, I'll be here. If you go into labor, I'll also know and I will come for you."
I remembered something that Sam had told me the night I learned that Jacob left. He told me that I was marked. Then I remembered how tense Edward got the day I drove to Port Angeles to see Gabriel and it finally clicked. Gabriel wanted to mark me.
"But you've tasted my blood before, in Alaska and when I slit my wrists."
"You were still human, Bella. I lost all attachment to you when you died."
I thought about it for a while, though it was silly of me to dwell on it so long considering that I was living with him and carrying his child.
"It's the only way I can leave you alone, Bella."
"Fine" I said as I walked up to him, dropping the blanket on floor. For a moment, he looked like something had momentarily stunned him. His grey eyes locked on mine. I stopped a few inches in front of him and gathered my hair over my left shoulder, exposing the right side of my neck. He seemed to hesitate for a moment and then slowly took a step forward. He slid his right hand over the left side of my face and lowered his lips to my neck. I had expected sharp teeth to plunge right into me, but instead he kissed my neck once and moved his lips to my ear as he pulled me in close.
"You don't know what you mean to me, Bella" he whispered. "I will lay down my life for you should anything happen."
He moved his mouth back down my throat and instead of sinking his teeth into me in a quick movement; he slowly pressed his teeth into my skin, as if taking a bite out of an apple and began to suck my blood. The sensation that washed over me couldn't easily be explained. He held me tight in his arms and groaned as drank my blood. Then, to my surprise, his hand moved to my shoulder and he slid his finer delicately beneath the spaghetti strap of my gown and slid it off my shoulder and he did the same with the other side, until my gown slipped off my body.
I was aware of the fact that the tables had turned and that he was the one caught up in ‘lust' as he called it earlier, but I didn't stop him. There was something so enthralling, so intoxicating about him that I could not resist. He pulled away from my neck and kissed me with my blood still on his lips. We made love as if it were our last time together and this time I stared into his beautiful grey eyes as he made love to me and stared back at mine. There was no illusion this time around. I was fully aware of that this was Gabriel, and that he was slowly awakening something inside of me that I thought did not exist.