Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, Gabriel and his world belongs to me. I am not making any money from this.

Rating: M (for sexual situations, language and some heavy angst)

Pairing: Edward Cullen/Gabriel Dementia (OC)

Warning: This will be a SLASH story, which means a male/male pairing. If you do not like this type of thing or it offends you, then don't read it, I'm not forcing you to.

There are also themes of suicide, depression, 'sleeping around' and suggested incest (nothing graphic though)

Note: In this world, Bella does not exist, and she probably will never come into the story.

Summary: After Gabriel's father takes a bullet meant for him and dies, Gabriel's mother goes mad with grief and soon cannot tell the difference between her son and her husband. But in a sudden bout of madness, decides to kill herself and Gabriel by driving off a bridge; Gabriel survived, she didn't. Gabriel was in a coma for eight months, and during the coma he had a vivid dream of a family of vampires living in Forks. When he wakes up, he finds himself living with his aunt who works with a travelling carnival; but soon after telling his aunt about the dream, she decides that they move to Forks. Things get weird though when Gabriel starts to see his dead mother while awake and in his dreams, and he starts to become obsessive compulsive; not only that but he comes to realize that everything from his coma-dream is real.

A/N: RE-POSTED 22 Dec 2009

Broken Mind [Dreaming of Twilight]

Chapter 3

Paranoid Android

"Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest

From all the unborn chicken voices in my head

What's this? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

What's this? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall

With you opinion which is of no consequence at all

What's this? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)" – Radiohead

*previously*

"Seriously. Why are there so many people staring at me?" Sophie asked Gabriel confused

"Did you look at yourself in the mirror today? You're a freaking rainbow." Gabriel said bluntly

"Nothing wrong with a bit of colour." Sophie sniffed, disgruntled

Gabriel snorted, "Sophie. A bit of colour to you, and a bit of colour to normal people, are two totally different things."

"Yeah… well." Sophie said crossing her arms with a frown, "I'm not a rainbow… I'm not wearing any yellow."

Gabriel just shook his head at that with a sigh, as the people started queuing to board the plane bound for Seattle.

Forks, Washington

Edward

A bronze haired vampire sat in the tree outside the old house he'd discovered had been recently bought. But he wasn't sure if it was bought by the same person from Alice's vision or not, but it couldn't be a coincidence that just after Alice has a vision about someone moving to Forks that a house was bought. It was rare for new people to move to Forks. The Cullens had moved into Forks again the year before and they were still considered new to the small town.

Edward sat and observed the house critically, wondering what type of people would want to buy a house like this; it was hardly liveable. His curiosity was at its peak when he thought of the boy that he had caught the image of from Alice's vision; His dark wavy hair, contrasting with his pale face, his slightly pink lips and most prominent – his piercingly electric blue eyes.

He kept going over the image in his head over and over, trying to find something in the single still image that would tell him something more about the boy. Who was he? Why was he different from anyone else? He was human; Edward knew he was human; so why had Alice seen a future involving some random human; unless it had something to do –indirectly or directly – with them. Why was Alice keeping most of the details a secret? Why was this boy moving to Forks?

After five days of watching the house, Edward began to wonder if it was even the right house, but then, that day – Friday – a man dropped off a car/van outside of the house; keys in the ignition. Edward's curiosity only heightened at the look of the car; if one could call it that.

Then, finally, he arrived. Exactly a week after Alice's vision, a cab drove down the overgrown driveway, and Edward couldn't help but feel the anticipation to finally see the boy that had been haunting his thoughts for the week. The cab seemed to be taunting him at how slowly it was driving, but finally, after and excruciatingly long minute, Edward saw him.

He couldn't help but think dejectedly, that as soon as he got into the boys mind, he would discover that he was like everyone else; that there was really nothing to be worried or excited about. There would be no more curiosity, new discovery; the mystery would be solved. But when Edward tried to listen for the boy's mind as he got out of the cab, he couldn't hear anything. He could feel that the boy was there, but all he got from him was a static-like sound, as if he was tuning a radio but couldn't get the right frequency no matter how he went at it.

This was not normal, never in his life had Edward ever come across a person whose mind he could not read; and it bothered him greatly. He could enter the cab driver's and the woman who was accompanying the boy's mind with ease, but when he tried to read the boy's mind he kept getting that same static, only partial words that had no meaning.

Edward had the feeling that if he could only get closer – get more signal, so to speak – he would be able hear more of what the boy was thinking; which was absurd because he'd never had to do it before to hear what anyone was thinking; not when he was already quite close, he'd be able to hear any normal person's thoughts from this distance effortlessly.

Edward observed them as they got out of the cab and hauled their luggage to the front porch. One thing Edward noticed was that these people were not normal, not with the clothes they wore, or the amount of luggage they had; what kind of people wanted to live in this type of house?

The woman was tan and exotic, long curly deep brown hair and bright hazel eyes, with her gypsy skirt and glittering scarf; she looked like a cross between a hippy, a psychic and a gypsy, which seemed to describe the woman quite accurately once he took a look into her mind a little more deeply. How odd.

He picked out the boy's name from the woman's head: Gabriel. Edward found that he liked the name, that it suited the boy perfectly; a dark and mysterious angelic being. He was a little shorter than Edward himself, with shoulder length wavy, deep brown –almost black – hair, and the most amazing eyes, they were even more stunning in real life: electric blue- they looked almost unnatural with the way they almost glowed ominously; seemingly dead, yet so full of life.

Edward wanted to get closer to him, to see him close up, which was stupid; he had vampire vision, he could see every detail of Gabriel from where he was. And Edward watched him, almost obsessively, now that he'd finally found the boy from Alice's dream; he just couldn't find it in himself to stop watching him, he was captivated. Seeing Gabriel in real life had only raised more questions than answering the ones he was already asking.

Gabriel wasn't tan at all compared to the woman, his aunt – he discovered - ; he was pale, as if he didn't go out during the day much, his skin was flawless from what he could see of his skin, and he was thin, slightly feminine even, but it looked like he was recovering from a long bout of sickness. Curious.

Gabriel looked as if he would rather be any where else but where he was at that moment; he looked around frowning almost fearfully, and it made Edward even more curious to figure out Gabriel and his mind. What were people like Gabriel and Sophie doing in a place like Forks?

~*~

Gabriel & Sophie

After the long plane flight, they took another smaller plane for an hour to Port Angeles, Washington; and as Gabriel had expected, it was pouring with rain. They were met by a cab driver that Sophie had organised to pick them up, and they set off to their new home.

Sophie had told Gabriel that she had bought a house on the outskirts of Forks that had been unoccupied for some years, and she had bought it dirt cheap from the bank, who had repossessed it from the previous owner. It had the bare essentials she said, including furniture, a fridge and stove, a washing machine and beds; but what else did a Carnie really need besides a bed.

Sophie tried to start up a conversation with the cab driver who seemed reluctant to answer and kept giving Sophie and Gabriel odd looks. Sophie was not one to be discouraged easily though, and chatted happily to the cab driver without his participation in the one sided conversation.

After the long drive From Port Angeles to the small town of Forks – Gabriel gave a shudder when he saw the exact same sign as they entered Forks as he had seen in his dream – and then to their new home, which was at the end of an over grown path just into the forest.

The house looked old, possibly haunted, with grass growing wildly in what he guessed was supposed to be the lawn. There were creepers and ivy growing up the house's exterior, almost engulfing the house, which had possible been white at one stage but it was so taken over by greenery that it really didn't have a colour anymore. The house looked as if the forest was trying to take it back, moss was growing on the roof between patches of dead leaves and small twigs, and the creepers covered some of the windows.

There was a car growing outside the house, which looked like it had been put there recently – the grass was flat around it – and was covered lightly with leaves. It was not a car, Gabriel decided; it was a van, a love van. It seemed as if Sophie had bought an old, colourful hippy van, flowers and peace sign included. Gabriel dreaded to see what it looked like inside, and hoped that this was not the car Sophie bought, but then again, Gabriel had to just look at Sophie to know that it was.

After Sophie paid the cab driver – who took the money quickly, eyeing Sophie suspiciously – and they dragged their small amount of luggage to the front porch, Sophie found the key to the house under an over-grown pot plant – slightly rusted – and they entered the 'house'.

They walked into the dusty house slowly, and Gabriel was surprised to find the house wasn't as eerie as it looked like on the outside. There was a lot of cleaning to do though, but other than that the house seemed to be mould free, which surprised Gabriel even more considering the near constant rain and the forests blatant attempt to posses the house.

Gabriel hesitated, leaving his luggage by the door, and headed up the creaky stairs that where on the left while Sophie looked around down stairs. He came to a passage – the first door on his left was a small cupboard he assumed was used for blankets and towels and such, but at the moment it was housing a small family of spiders who quickly scurried away at the sudden light.

The door to the right, which was opposite to the cupboard, was plain white bathroom, with a small basin, bath/shower and a toilet which was all crammed into the small space. It was in a state though, with green water marks on the pipes of the shower and the taps, as well as staining the white basin and bath – it was actually quite cool and creepy at the same time, Gabriel thought.

There were only two more doors on the right, which were highly dusty decent sized rooms, one slightly bigger than the other, which he assumed would be Sophie's room. They both had single beds which were covered by dusty white sheets to keep the mattresses clean.

"We've got some cleaning to do." Gabriel informed Sophie who was inspecting the kitchen which had an ancient looking fridge and a stove that Gabriel wasn't too keen on trying out.

"Yeah," Sophie agreed, "I found a nest of mice in the oven, and the fridge has its own echo system; but other than that, the kitchen looks good." Sophie said cheerfully.

They headed to the large lounge/sitting room together, which held two small sheet covered couches and a coffee table that looked out of place in the large room. There wasn't much more to the house than that, and they fell into awkward silence.

After a few moments of silence, Sophie clapped her hands once, "Well! I don't know about you but I'm starving." She looked to Gabriel, "Do you want to eat out?"

"Please." Gabriel breathed, and they headed outside into the cold again.

They trekked through the over-grown lawn which was indistinctly differentiated to the forest surrounding them, before they finally got to the 'car'. Gabriel groaned when Sophie excitedly went to the driver's side – where the keys were in the ignition already – and roared it to life.

"Gabe! What are you standing there in the rain for? Come on, let's go!" Sophie shouted over the load noise of the 'love van'.

Grudgingly, Gabriel stalked over to the passenger side and climbed in. This was definitely worse than the colourful Carnival vans and caravans he used to ride in; way worse. Sophie drove through the over grown drive way, and away from the secluded house – their new home – in the middle of the forest.

It didn't take them long to get to a main road and off to find a place to eat, which they found shortly after. It was a small diner type place; and as Sophie drove the 'love van' into the parking and stopped the car, every eye in the diner was on them – Gabriel cringed inwardly.

Sophie – as usual – didn't seem to notice as she slammed the door loudly – making Gabriel jump at the sound – and headed to the diner's entrance. Gabriel had yet to get out of the van, and at noticing this, Sophie frowned.

"Gabriel, I thought you were hungry! Now, come on." She said loudly

"I'm not sure if I'm this hungry." Gabriel grumbled, too low for his aunt to hear, and heaved himself out of the van, shut the door and trudged through the light drizzle, his gaze on the ground so he wouldn't step into any puddles. It was moments like these that made Gabriel regret ever telling Sophie about his stupid dream of Forks.

Gabriel walked in behind his aunt, trying to hide behind her but failing miserably; one: because his aunt was shorter than him, and two: his aunt was rather thin, so he couldn't stand behind her without some part of his body sticking out.

All eyes were on them as they entered, and Gabriel wished he could either be invisible, or crawl into a hole; maybe the floor would swallow him up. He had no such luck. This was not like when he went out to clubs or bars, he was in a totally different situation, and it made him uncomfortable.

His aunt, unfortunately, drew attention as easily as a pink elephant in a tutu, with her bright gypsy skirts and cleavage tops; she was also quite beautiful for her age, in an exotic type of way, with her dark, deep brown curly hair and striking tan features – she stuck out like flashing read light in a white room, sometimes with the same hypnotic effect.

Sophie was not a shy woman, and so she headed straight for one of the tables and set herself down as if she didn't even notice that all the people in the diner were staring at her. Gabriel followed suit, and sat down at the table with Sophie, a lot less confident than she was and a lot less oblivious to the stares.

A woman soon appeared and placed a menu in front of them. "Hello, my name is Diana, would you like anything to drink before you order?" she said smiling too excitedly for Gabriel's mood.

"Oh, I'd love some coffee please." Sophie said opening up the menu.

"And you?" Diana said turning to Gabriel expectantly

"Tea, if you have." Gabriel said, a little hesitant.

"Coming right up." She said and walked away.

Sophie went straight into looking through the menu, and seemed satisfied with the choices. Gabriel did the same, avoiding the stares more than actually looking at the menu; flipping through it half-heartedly.

Diana soon returned with their drinks and set them down, "Are you ready to order?" She asked politely.

They both ordered and, once they received their meals, they ate in relative silence; both too exhausted to do much, or try make conversation. The sun was setting as they made their way out, back to the 'love van' and headed home.

Gabriel wondered, as he pulled into the over-grown driveway, where they would be sleeping; because he was not going to be sleeping in that bed before he checked it for mice and possible other living or dead inhabitants; it was the same for the couch. He was too exhausted to do it at that moment, so he supposed they'd be sleeping on the floor, which wouldn't be so bad since they had a bunch of blankets and stuff in one of the bags.

They would need to do some serious shopping for the essentials like sheets, food, vacuum cleaner, and cleaning products – many cleaning products. It would be wise to buy non-perishable foods and the like for the time being; they'd probably eat out most of the time while they sorted their house out.

Sophie drove out back and parked the car before they headed inside to crash. As Gabriel expected, Sophie took out a bunch of blankets out of one of her bags and moved the coffee table out of the way to set up a make shift sleeping area. Neither of them had a problem with sleeping on the floor and so they easily drifted off to sleep.

~*~

Edward & the Cullens

(A/N: that could totally be a band name)

The Cullen House

"Hey Edward," Emmett called "Where've you been?", as Edward ran in through the door that night, hair windblown, smelling faintly of human.

"Out." Edward said, climbing the stairs to his bedroom.

Emmett watched Edward's back as he ran up to his room. Edward had been acting strange ever since Alice had had that vision; he'd been disappearing during the day, missing school – Emmett had followed him once and found him sitting in a tree, watching an empty house.

Emmett had asked Alice about what she had seen, but she was keeping her mouth closed – she wouldn't even give him a hint. Jasper had said that he was feeling waves of curiosity and frustration coming off of Edward every time he came back, which he didn't do very often that week.

"Hmm, something's changed." Jasper said as he walked into the room where Emmett was still standing.

"Huh?" Emmett turned curiously

"He's feeling…"Jasper frowned, "Happy?" he said uncertainly, "No, it's more… excited, but still curious."

Emmett laughed at that, thinking of the other meanings of 'excited'; and he wiggled his eye brows at Jasper suggestively, before Jasper chuckled too when he realized what Emmett had thought he'd meant.

"It's not like that Em." Jasper said shaking his head at his brother.

Alice danced into the room beaming excitedly, as if she was holding in a secret that she was just bursting to tell. But she kept her mouth shut about what ever she'd possibly seen, to the annoyance of Emmett.

"Come on Alice." Emmett begged, exasperatedly, "Just tell us already."

"Nope." She said shaking her head enthusiastically, like a child, "Not telling yet."

"Aw… Come on." Emmett looked like he was on the verge of stamping his feet in frustration.

"Na ah." Alice shook her head again with a wide smile.

Rosalie walked into the room, wondering what was going on, and Emmett pulled her to him.

"Baby, Alice won't tell us what is going on." Emmett whined,

"Of course she's not." Rosalie said with a smirk

"Come now."Emmett said in disbelief, "You can't also be on her side."

"Patience, Emmett. I'm sure she'll tell sooner or later." Esme said walking passed them and up the stairs to her and Carlisle's bedroom.

Emmett just grumbled in reply and walked sulkily out of the room with Rosalie. Jasper smirked at Alice and her antics; she was doing all this on purpose.

"You really shouldn't tease Emmett like that Alice." Jasper said, sounding not in the least bit disapproving.

"I know." She said, "But it's just so much fun to watch." She said with a wide grin, and Jasper could just shake his head and chuckle while pulling her to him for a hug.

~*~

Gabriel & Sophie

Gabriel woke to the sound of shuffling, and opened his eyes to find Sophie gone; he grumbled when he looked at the time, it was seven in the morning. He stretched and put a shirt on and shuffled in his boxers to find the source of the sound. He headed upstairs to find Sophie in the larger room, trying to lift the mattress.

"Sophie…what are you doing?" Gabriel said sleepily

"Oh." Sophie said dropping the mattress and straightening, "Good morning Gabriel, I was just looking around the house to see what we would need to get today so we can start sorting out the house."

"Okay." Gabriel said through a yawn and then shuffled off down the stairs to see if they had water.

He was surprised to find that they did, indeed, have access to water, and so he washed his face in the kitchen sink and headed back to the sitting room to put some pants on. Sophie was already fully dressed and decided it would be best if they started grocery and essential shopping early so they could have most of the house done by the end of the day – hopefully.

So they headed out in the 'love van' and drove out to try find any kind of shop that sold maybe some cleaning stuff, and they'd need to find a shop that sold basic home things too. As Gabriel listed it all off in his head he groaned; it was going to be a long, long day.

~*~

They managed to find a grocery store and bought a couple of things to snack on for breakfast; as well as canned food and such. They also managed to get most of what they needed, and they even found a shop that sold basic home needs; so they got a hold of some curtains, sheets and a couple essentials for cooking and eating.

It hadn't been as hard ad Gabriel had thought it would be, because they didn't really have too many choices for anything anyway. So just after lunch time, they were heading back from Port Angeles, to home.

By the end of the day they had got their rooms clean and set up their beds, and Sophie had made a mention of painting their rooms after they settled down a little. They also got the bathroom squeaky clean and the kitchen was on its way to decent, still needing lot of work. The sitting room – they decided – could wait until the next day, since they would not necessarily be using it – they had no TV and they did not plan to entertain any people any time soon.

~*~

Gabriel lay on his newly made bed on the fresh, clean sheets, thinking about random things. They had discovered a small laundry type, makeshift room, next to the kitchen, and Sophie decidedly made her point that she'd rather hand wash all her clothes than trust using the ancient washing machine they had found; so they made plans to find another one.

Everything else seemed to be in order other wise; but Gabriel had been the unfortunate one to find out about the limits they had on hot water after having a shower straight after Sophie. He'd so been looking for to a nice hot shower, but had, instead, received a luke-warm – bordering on cold – one.

Sophie had just gone out to get pizza for super, and Gabriel was waiting impatiently to eat; they had done quite a bit that day, and he was tired and hungry. His stomach growled angrily at the same time he heard Sophie's 'love van' coming down the drive way. He heard the car door slam and he headed down stairs, immediately assaulted with by the appetizing smell of the pizza.

Sophie placed the pizza boxes (Sophie insisted that since Gabriel was a growing boy, he should be able to eat a whole pizza all on his own) on the now clean kitchen table and they sat down at the same time onto the clean chairs before they began to eat in exhausted silence.

As soon as Gabriel had eaten his pizza – he ate half, but Sophie was pleased that he had even eaten that much – he mumbled a good night to Sophie, shuffled upstairs and collapsed on his bed – not before lighting the incense next to the door – falling into unconsciousness as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Gabriel had the oddest dream that night. It started off well in his opinion – which was odd in itself. He dreamt that he was standing in the overgrown grass outside his new home; he felt as if he was being watched from somewhere in the surrounding forest, and when he turned around, he met the eyes that watched him, as they peeked through the branches of the trees. Glowing amber eyes; eyes - as according to his coma dream - that belonged to certain vampires who did not drink human blood.

The eyes watched him curiously from the darkness, never blinking, and never revealing the face they belonged to. They just watched; but Gabriel did not feel – in his dream – unnerved about being watched by a possible vampire whom he could not see the face of; Gabriel felt calm and curious as he walked forward to investigate, but the eyes disappeared when he reached the edge of the forest, a barrier prevented him from entering the forest to go after the owner of the curious watching eyes.

He turned around and walked a few steps away from the barrier, before he closed his eyes and lifted his face to the sky as it began to rain; and at that moment he felt truly safe for the first time – protected -, but when he opened his eyes again, the grey sky had turned black and the rain began to burn his skin – it wasn't rain anymore, but acid. His mother crawled across the grass, which withered with her progress; she kept flickering in and out of focus, movements slow and then suddenly quickening at random moments; a black aura surrounded her like inky smoke.

"You should be dead." She wheezed, clawing at the grass, "Why aren't you dead?!"

Gabriel tried to run from her, but roots had wrapped around his legs, preventing him from moving. He couldn't stop the pure panic that consumed him; the fear that ran through his body violently as he frantically scratched and ripped, trying to get out of the hold of the roots which only tightened with his efforts. All the while his mother kept repeating, "Why aren't you dead?!" over and over again.

The roots suddenly looked more like hands than roots, and they grabbed at him from beneath the soil; scratching at his arms, his body, pulling him down by his hair; and when he tried to cry out in pain a hand clasped over his mouth - his face - preventing him from screaming and he couldn't breath, they were strangling him – suffocating him. And his mother leant over him as he suffocated and said, "You should be dead."

Gabriel woke with a start, panting and clutching at his throat as he tried to breathe. That dream had been far too real for comfort, and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He quickly ran to the bathroom just in time to empty his stomach in the toilet; his whole body was shaking and tears ran down his face without his ever acknowledging it. This was ridiculous, he thought, this couldn't happen every time he had a nightmare that involved his mother.

"Gabriel?" came the tentative and worried voice of Sophie from the bathroom door, "Are you alright?"

And Gabriel, for the first time couldn't lie about it, "No." he replied hoarsely

Sophie didn't know what to do; she couldn't hug him, she'd learnt that Gabriel didn't respond well to physical contact from her at moments like these, "Would you like to talk about it?" She tried

But Gabriel shook his head in reply as he unsteadily pushed himself from the floor, and with shaky hands opened the tap and washed out his mouth, and then his hands.

"Gabriel I…"Sophie was on the verge of tears, "I don't now what to do. I don't know how to help you, please just tell me how I can help you." Sophie felt so useless at that moment, she couldn't help Gabriel; she didn't know how, as much as she truly wanted to.

"How am I supposed to expect you to help me, when I can't even help myself?" Gabriel whispered, his hands gripping tightly onto the edge of the sink.

"Sometimes people have to help you before you can help yourself." Sophie tried, but Gabriel just shook his head at this

Gabriel straightened and slipped past Sophie to get back to his bed, but he paused just outside his room, and looked back at Sophie as she watched him from the bathroom door.

"Don't become like my mother Sophie," Gabriel whispered, unsure if Sophie would even hear him, "That's how you can help me." Then he closed the door behind him

Sophie stood where she was for a while after Gabriel went back to his room, and thought about what Gabriel had said. Become like his mother? What did he mean by that? Had Gabriel's mother done something to him even before the day when she stabbed him and tried to kill them both?

Gabriel had said something about that when he had woken up, about Sophie not knowing half of what his mother had done to him. She had taken that statement lightly, brushing it off as something his mother had done that fateful night; Sophie wasn't so sure about that anymore.

Sophie was so confused, and she felt powerless; she didn't' know what to do.

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