The Trip

As I stepped on the plane I knew my fate would be changed forever. He had always been about 'satisfy your needs' and 'make your own destiny'. This time was totally different. He had made it crystal clear that I am to do what he said just for this once. Never had I defied him, never had I disobeyed him. Never once had I felt the need to. This time was different and I hated the man for making the decision for me.

"Why are we doing this again?" I asked again quietly, not meeting his eyes. For one, I hate flying, I hate heights. Looking out the window is not an option for me. He need not even answer me, I knew the answer perfectly. I know he knows that I am making all this fuss just because of my fear of flying.

He placed the palm of his hand on the small of my back, I shivered. His touch is as cold as ice. Yet somehow, I feel safe and warm when I am with him. I shrugged away from his touch, my way of expressing my disagreement.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly. His deep and velvety voice forever trying to soothe the people around him. All I had to do was nod but instead I looked at him; he smiled.

"We're going to be fine." He said gently. I shook my head, needing something more than his words of comfort. "This will all be over soon." He promised.

"Gabe, I'm not only scared of being in the sky. Why are we going to Forks?" I questioned. "Why can't we just do like we used to, I mean, I understand the need to move," I paused to reconsider what I had just said. "Well, not really. But why change continents?" I asked.

"We'll just see when we get there, okay ma belle?" he said as he caressed my hair. "You feel okay otherwise?" he asked. His perfect stony face showed concern. They always show concern. I just reply with a nod.

"Just a little headache. Nothing I can't handle." I answered at last. He flipped the arm rest up and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I leaned my head close to his chest, listening contently to where I knew his heart should be beating, not that it was. He softly massaged my and humming the most relaxing sound.

My eyelids were getting heavier by the second butt I tried to fight it. "Vous n'avez aucune idée de comment vous êtes spéciale, ma chère. Vous n'avez aucune idée de ce que je vais perdre la main quand je vous à eux." He whispered. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but I just felt too tired to do anything else but to sleep.

The next thing I knew was the plane was taxing on the runway towards the airport. "It hurts." I said to him. My head was pounding like something was hammering the inside of my head. "It's coming again." I cried. I could feel the warm liquid start to trickle down my nose. The seductive liquid that he yearns so much. Yet out of his reach even though it was so near. I scrambled for a handkerchief in my purse but with my pounding head, I couldn't think straight. Flashes of images clouded my mind. It was getting more and more intense each time.

"Relax." I heard him say. His cold hands touched my face but I tried to squirm away. "It's going to be fine. I'm fine." He said whispering. I could not feel the linen between his hand and my face. Slowly the pain subsided and the linen he was using to stop the nose bleed was soaked red with blood. Apparently the plane had stopped completely, and there was a crowd hovered over us.

"Je suis désolé." I whispered, barely for human ears to catch. He just gave me a quick nod. Slowly he assisted me and we got off the plane. With a breath of relief as my legs touched the ground. He let out a small laughed as he heard my sigh.

"Go wash up. I don't want people to think I was abusing my little girl." He said smiling. I just nodded and quickly disappeared into the restroom to clean myself up. His resistance towards human blood has drastically increased since he met me.

It was as if it had been yesterday that I could hear his growl every time he smelled human blood and every day I would see him struggling as he saw me go through my bloody and excruciating pain phase. He was in pain too, I could tell. But both of us were powerless to take control of it. Apparently, he is getting much stronger because of me. Because of his need to protect me.

I looked at my own reflection in the restroom mirror. I was as pale as Gabriel. Maybe not chalky pale like him, but pale enough for me to look sick. Quickly I wiped the leftover blood on my face and went back to him.

Gabriel was talking to a man when I arrived by his side. I stood by him as I leaned my head which barely reached his chest. Gabriel stands at six foot three while I am only around five feet. Gabriel looked down to me and smiled. "This is Edward. We're here to see his family." He spoke softly.

"Tu ne vas pas me laisser toute seule, êtes-vous?" I asked in vain. Edward just smiled at me.

"Don't be rude my dear. Introduce yourself to our host." Gabriel instructed. His voice gentle but full of authority. I hate it when he does that.

"Are you?" I asked him again ignoring his request. He just shook his head. "I'm Catherine Lécuyer." I said finally.

"I'm Edward Cullen." He smiled. He could not be that much older than me, maybe a couple of years, but I do not know my exact birth date. Somehow I have a feeling Gabriel has been keeping this information from me all these years.

"Promets-moi que tu ne vas pas me laisser seule. Jamais. À moins que tu dois chasser." I said as I turned my attention back to him. Edward was just like him in some ways. I admit I have not met many other vampires other than Gabriel and a few nomads, but most of them are not as clean cut as Gabriel or Edward. Well, I consider Gabriel and me being a part of the nomadic clan. We move a lot and we seldom stay in one place more than six months.

The car ride was tense and awkward. I rode beside Gabriel as always, Edward was driving and his wife and daughter were in the shotgun seat. Edward, his wife, and Gabriel were talking in a very low voice so that I could not hear. Edward's wife was good at hiding her expression, while Edward and Gabriel were like an open book. I could easily tell that Gabriel was not happy with whatever either Edward or his wife said. I look up at his face. He just smiled back the reassuring smile.

"It was nothing, dear. A little misunderstanding. That is all." He explained.

"How old are you, Catherine?" Edward's wife asked me. I look up at Gabriel;

"She'll be turning fifteen on Samhain." Gabriel answered.

"That's what you say. How old is she really?" She pressed. Edward just stared at her. If a stare could burn a hole on her perfect face, she would have a few through and through. Edward was disapproving of her reaction towards me.

"She will be turning fifteen on Samhain." Gabriel said again patiently. She just rolled her eyes, I guess she was expecting me to answer her and not have Gabriel say everything about me.

"I'll be turning fifteen on October 31st." I spoke finally. She seemed stunned at the ring of my voice.

"Good lord." She said covering her mouth. I look up at Gabriel asking for an explanation. Instead I just got a simple shrug from him. "You do sound like him." She said. And the silver Volvo Edward was driving suddenly came to a halt.

"Like whom?" I asked. I was shocked at the sound of my shrieking voice. Gabriel said something quickly to Edward. "Gabe!" I scolded. I had never raised my voice to anyone that I could remember of, I truly amazed myself. "No more secrets. You promised." I soften my voice.

Gabriel sighed. "Catherine, relax, please. I'll tell you everything when we get there. Isabelle, thank you very much." Gabriel said, annoyed.

"It's Be…" Bella started as Edward stepped in.

"I think that's enough Bella." Edward said quietly. "So, Catherine, what do you remember about the fire?" he asked. The car was moving again I can see things blurring as we go. He must have been driving almost 120 miles per hour or more.

"Nothing much." I said in a low tone voice. I do not remember anything and I do not intend to remember anything. It would be less painful for me not to remember anything rather than remembering it. "Please don't try to read my mind." I said quietly.

"How'd you know?" Edward asked. I just answered with a shrug, he just smiled sweetly at me. My head was starting to pound again. I pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned forward. I'm in a car with three vampires and one half breed, it was really not the best place to have a nose bleed really. "Can you feel it?" He questioned.

"Yes. I guess so. It's like you're hammering my head to enter my thoughts." I said as I tried to suppress the pain. "Please stop it. It hurts." I cried. Gabriel leaned towards me and lifted my chin up. I shook my head. "Make him stop." I begged him.

"I'm not doing anything. I don't know how." Edward spoke. "Bella, hand her the towel please, darling." Edward instructed. His voice strong with the right mixture of love and softness in it. "Alice. She sees the future." Edward explained.

"Bella, make her stop." Gabriel spoke as he tilted my head back to stop the nose bleed. "This is the second time today. She's losing too much blood."

"It's not her. Jasper is there too. As long as Jasper is near, she's going to have the bleed." Edward said. "I warned you. I told you to tell her the truth, but you would not listen." He continued. I opened my eyes to look at Gabriel's reaction. He was full of guilt.

"She would not be here if I had told her. I know that for a fact. I may not be a mind reader or have a precognitive talent, but I know her." Gabriel said. I was puzzled that he could even think such thing. I never defy him in anyway, why would he think such things?

"Tell me please. Do something. Distract me from the pain." I said. My voice trembled with hurt and mostly, disappointment.

"We're nearly there." Gabriel said. I look a pleading look at him. I want to know. I need to know what he is hiding from me. As we near the house, the pounding ache in my head heightens in intensity. The nose bleed would not stop. "Il est ton grand-père. Dieu, s'il vous plaît, arrête ca. Edward, turn around. She'll die if we don't stop the bleeding." Gabriel panicked.

"Carlisle will take care of her. She'll be just fine." Edward said as he pulled into the drive way. My head were spinning now; I'm sure because of lack of blood in my body. Gabriel carried me. I could hear voices but I could not comprehend them anymore. I couldn't even make out which were voices and which were other sounds.

"Ne me permettez-pas de mourir." I mumbled before I blacked out.


Translations:

My eyelids were getting heavier by the second butt I tried to fight it. "Vous n'avez aucune idée de comment vous êtes spéciale, ma chère. Vous n'avez aucune idée de ce que je vais perdre la main quand je vous à eux." He whispered. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but I just felt too tired to do anything else but to sleep.

Translation: My eyelids were getting heavier by the second butt I tried to fight it. "You have no idea how special you are, my dear. You have no idea what I'm going to lose when I hand you to them." He whispered. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but I just felt too tired to do anything else but to sleep.

"Je suis désolé." I whispered, barely for human ears to catch. He just gave me a quick nod. Slowly he assisted me and we got off the plane. With a breath of relief as my legs touched the ground. He let out a small laughed as he heard my sigh.

Translation: "I'm so sorry." I whispered, barely for human ears to catch. He just gave me a quick nod. Slowly he assisted me and we got off the plane. With a breath of relief as my legs touched the ground. He let out a small laughed as he heard my sigh.

"Tu ne vas pas me laisser toute seule, êtes-vous?" I asked in vain. Edward just smiled at me.

Translation: "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" I asked in vain. Edward just smiled at me.

"Promets-moi que tu ne vas pas me laisser seule. Jamais. À moins que tu dois chasser." I said as I turned my attention back to him. Edward was just like him in some ways. I admit I have not met many other vampires other than Gabriel and a few nomads, but most of them are not as clean cut as Gabriel or Edward. Well, I consider Gabriel and me being a part of the nomadic clan. We move a lot and we seldom stay in one place more than six months.

Translation: "Promise me that you're not going to leave me alone. Ever. Unless you have to go for a hunt." I said as I turned my attention back to him. Edward was just like him in some ways. I admit I have not met many other vampires other than Gabriel and a few nomads, but most of them are not as clean cut as Gabriel or Edward. Well, I consider Gabriel and me being a part of the nomadic clan. We move a lot and we seldom stay in one place more than six months.

"We're nearly there." Gabriel said. I look a pleading look at him. I want to know. I need to know what he is hiding from me. As we near the house, the pounding ache in my head heightens in intensity. The nose bleed would not stop. "Il est ton grand-père. Dieu, s'il vous plaît, arrête ca. Edward, turn around. She'll die if we don't stop the bleeding." Gabriel panicked.

Translation: "We're nearly there." Gabriel said. I look a pleading look at him. I want to know. I need to know what he is hiding from me. As we near the house, the pounding ache in my head heightens in intensity. The nose bleed would not stop. "It's your grandfather. Oh, god please stop this. Edward, turn around. She'll die if we don't stop the bleeding." Gabriel panicked.

"Ne me permettez-pas de mourir." I mumbled before I blacked out.

Translation: "Don't let me die." I mumbled before I blacked out.

A/N: thank you to Claudia Oriano for beta readin this fiction