(Author's Note: Me Not Stephanie Meyer.

But I will tell you this. Edward IS a vampire. The part where he tells Gabrielle that it will rain? - Yeah, he could hear the rain falling above. He does still have the stone cold body, and the same personality. Everything is basically the same, and no he cannot read Gabrielle's mind either. He is just the same, all-seeing guy who can tell who Gabrielle is on the inside. He can read her expressions just like he could Bella. I don't know what Stephanie is going to reveal in her last book, so I've made up my own thing of why he can't read her mind. But that's not going to come out yet, at least a couple chapters more.)

"Do you ever wonder how you will die?" I was following the yellow line in front of me, dividing the cracked ancient asphalt. We were playing 20 questions. It was my turn. I sometimes wondered when I would die, how it would happen and how old would I be. Would anyone care? Who would be at my funeral? It was a pretty deep question if you ask me, and that was the point of this game anyway; to ask really serious questions and receive the truth.

Edward was fiddling with a cell phone, changing the contact name of 'Bella' to 'Gabrielle'. This crept me out. I wasn't just a replacement was I? I mean it was practical, to change the name to mine since Bella did not live under that house phone number anymore. Yet it was also… final. Like Bella was completely gone now, and I have now taken her place. Maybe I was thinking to much into it?

Edward looked sharply at me, his fingers freezing against the phone keys. His stare bore into my face. I looked to see him staring very hard into my eyes, like I just told him the most ludicrous thing in the world. Yet after a few seconds his gaze faltered and he started playing with his cell phone again. Did I freak him out or something?

"Well? Your supposed to tell the truth," I add while taking a sharp turn to the right. This road was pretty curvy. Edward placed his phone into the pocket of his expensive looking jeans, then positioned himself where he could look at me comfortably. Not comfortably on my part, but still.

"Truth is complicated." I sensed a warning in his tone. Something metallic in the air.

"Maybe. But so is everything. Truth is never really complete truth anyway. There's always some better answer or something missing from it." Mom used to talk like that, giving her own philosophical turn to something. It was rare, but she had her moments. She mostly used it to get her way.

Something flashed in Edwards eyes. I didn't know what it was, but I could see it in the corner of my eye. His hand found the top of his hair and rubbed it soothingly.

"Sometimes people aren't ready for the real truth, Gabrielle." He murmured, adjusting his gaze to the hazy day outside.

"I'm not talking about people, I'm talking about me. And yes, I am ready for the truth. What happened with you and Bella? She seemed so happy with you, then all of a sudden things turned the opposite and she ended up with Jacob." It was time this boy stopped acting so mysterious and confusing. I knew nothing of who he was before me, how could I be friends with him? Friends don't keep things from friends.

Edward motioned to the side of the road, a gesture that meant for me to pull over. I did as he wanted, watching the surrounds slow down to a halt as I parked and cut the engine. I could sense a long conversation coming on.

"Bella never told you about me? Who I was or about my family?" Edward looked at me suspiciously, like there was something that I was hiding. ME, hiding something?

"She told me a little about your family, their names and stuff. But nothing really special," Rain started to pitter patter against the windshield, the only noise I could hear. "Why?"

Bella would tell me mostly of how school was doing and whatever, never exactly how she felt. She wasn't really the kind of girl to just flat out tell you what was up. Go figure.

"To answer your first question, I have to give you an answer to a series of questions. Your not ready for those answers. Plain and simple."

"How is that simple? It's completely complicated."

"You wanted the truth, so there it is."

"For the first question, not why you shouldn't answer it." I replied gruffly. Seriously, why couldn't he just answer a stupid question and get it over with? Edward clutched at his leather jacket, wrapping it around himself. His skin looked translucent against the darkness of the fabric.

"You want an answer? Fine. I think about death everyday of my life. I wonder how it will end, what would happen to me, all the time. Does that satisfy you?" Those once liquid gold eyes turned a burned color as he struggled with the uncomfortable taste of his words.

"Yes, that does." I mumbled, then reached for the dangling keys to attempt at a hopefully successful start of the engine. I wanted to get out of this spot, drive and get away from the weird feeling of this conversation. Yet Edwards very cold and hard fingers found the metal first, halting my movement. My gaze flickered to his, and I could see the change of intensity of his eyes.

"Bella really never told you anything about me? Nothing at all? Even though you are her sister?" He seemed puzzled, a looked on his face that could only be described as a curious little puppy.

"Look, we're sisters and all but we never really had boy talk or anything. Whatever happened to you two hasn't been told to me," I shrugged, recalling plenty of times where Bella would shy away from me every time I would talk to one of my friends on the phone about a boy. She just wasn't comfortable with it. I respected it. Apparently Edward didn't know Bella as much as he thought he did.

"That is strange indeed. I guess while we are here," Edward plucked the keys from the ignition and slid them into the darkness of his jacket pocket. "We might as well discuss your lovely sister."

I grimaced at this. I hardly wanted to listen to my sister's love life. Especially from the guy who she was with. Gross. Edward smiled at my expression.

"Don't worry, all I have to tell you is appropriate. You know Bella would never do anything to jeopardize her virtue." Edward's delicate eyebrows wiggled in their emphasis. I laughed at this.

"Good, because I wouldn't believe you anyway." A fact, nonetheless. Edward's smile brightened. It was pretty interesting how one minute I couldn't stand the guy and the next I'm thinking I've seen no other smile than from Edward Cullen.