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This chapter was courtesy of Asha Childly.

Gabriel followed the blonde vampire, Rosalie, through the house. He tried to look as bad boyish as ever, despite the aching and stinging throughout his body. That idiot Kessler had maimed him with that stupid…how had he done it, anyway? Gabe had just been standing there, destroying Kessler's mind with his psychic vampireness, and then, next thing he knew, he was full of holes! And now some blonde chick was leading him along, making him look like a weak, useless glob of nothing?

I don't think so.

He was finally led through a door to a room with a large bed on it.

Rosalie gestured for him to sit down on it. She pulled out a large roll of gauze, returned to Gabriel, and began patching him up. He noted that she'd never looked at his face once since she'd whisked him away from the battlefront.

She wrapped the gauze all over his arms, where the cuts were worst. Worst meaning everywhere. She seemed to not care about helping him, really. She was just a hot blonde vampire who seemed to be full of herself and that was all there was to her.

She also had a very strong grip of his arm.

"You know," he said at last. She glanced up at him for the briefest of moments, then returned her gaze to her work. He continued without waiting for an answer he wasn't going to get anyway. "Those kinda hurt when you squeeze 'em like that." She seemed to chew her lip a bit.

"Sorry," she said finally. She didn't sound like she was sorry.

"So," he said, leaning back. This time, she didn't look up. "What makes you good enough to fix me up?"

She answered coldly, "You make it extremely difficult to not kill you. Did you know that?"

"You're touch is painful, you're a heartless witch…"

"I could just lean in and suck all the blood from your stupid little body…"

"You're cold, you're cruel, you've only looked at my face once…"

"It would be so easy, too. And very refreshing…"

"I mean the pixie girl seems much nicer than you…"

"Hell, you probably wouldn't even notice. The cuts are already there…"

"I want you in my pants."

"I thought you'd never offer."

Kaitlyn was sitting in the kitchen with Anna. There was something…off about her today. She was never this…surly. The thoughts she sent to the boys after they'd settled down were horrible. The Anna she knew was never quite so cold-hearted. It was like something deep inside her finally just…snapped.

Anna was sitting on the counter. Carlisle was bandaging her arms. She wouldn't talk. It was just so strange. Kaitlyn asked her over and over what was wrong, but Anna just shook her head, her dark braid flying behind her. And when Carlisle told her he was finished, she just hopped off the counter and walked away.

"What's wrong with her?" Kaitlyn asked once Anna was out of earshot. The doctor shrugged.

"I wish I knew," he said quietly, pulling a latex glove off of his hand by the middle finger. While he did though, a tiny smiled grew on his face. He held out a small vial containing red liquid in it. "However, I think this might be able help us get an answer."

Kaitlyn covered her mouth with her hand, covering a shocked grin. She made a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a laugh.

"How did you get that?" she gasped. Carlisle shrugged, although he was still grinning.

"I plan to run some tests on it," he said. "Although I don't know her, it appeared that she was acting rather strangely."

"Alright. I hope everything's okay with her." Kaitlyn spoke almost to herself. "I hope she doesn't have anything…really bad."

Carlisle gave her a reassuring smile and patted her on the shoulder. "I'm certain she'll be fine."

Gabriel had no idea what he was doing.

Well, he did, sort of. He was having sex with a vampire. But he didn't know why. Didn't he love Kaitlyn? Wasn't she the one who he really wanted?

The answer was obvious. Of course he wanted her more than anything. But then why was there a vampire in his pants? God only knows.

He was veiling his thoughts, obviously. He didn't want the other four in the web to know what he was thinking. Of course, they probably didn't want to know what he was thinking, either. But despite how desperately he was trying to hide, it was difficult to focus on that. Not impossible, just difficult.

He couldn't think about Kaitlyn at the moment, though. He was living in the moment. There was a hot girl—slender, blonde, light, pale—right there, underneath him. He didn't have time to think about long-term consequences. He barely considered consequences at all. He pushed Kaitlyn to the back of his mind and focused on the now instead.

Rosalie. Rosalie was the now. She was smooth, and passionate, and beautiful, and really good.

But she wasn't warm, and she didn't love him.

And she wasn't Kaitlyn.

Once the mood had finally calmed down, he rolled off of her and swung his legs over the side of the bed. She sat up and ran her hands through her hair. They dressed and Rosalie gave him a wink and left the room. He just grimaced and watched her walk away. Gabriel finally lifted his veils a little bit and let some of his thoughts flow.

He heard Kaitlyn downstairs, talking to Carlisle about Anna. They were concerned about the way she was acting. Now that he thought about it, Gabe was a little confused by her new mood swings as well. She was being very…weird.

Rob was looking for Anna, and was not being very successful. He was still thinking about Gabriel, and it seemed like there was a big storm cloud over all of his thoughts. Brooding, Gabriel thought to himself.

He finally left the room to go look at the rest of the house. As he walked down the stairs, Anna passed by him. She glared at him, and he gave a malicious glare back.

Then he thought, only to her, Just so you know, I'm not stoic.