A/N: Right off the bat, I wish to apologize for the lack of updates. I have to go to school, ya noe, so get off my ass.
Sighs.
And so you can keep this in mind, Edward's emotions are a little high. He doesn't want to go back to reality; he's much happier lying in Bella's arms, playing with her hair with a sigh, however that's not what happens. So, in the end of the chapter, when Edward no longer sounds like Edward, that's his reaction to stress.
kisses,

Patricia

A Silver Lullaby

"Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
so please stop explaining
don't tell me 'cause it hurts
don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
don't tell me 'cause it hurts"
-No Doubt (aka, Gwen Stefani when she was cool)

"Play for me."

"What?"

"Play me something, anything," she begged, her eyes pleading. "I can't remember anymore…" Her eyes closed, as if she was trying to recollect the times I've played piano for her in the past. They opened, and she shook her head uselessly. "I can't…"

"Oh Bella," I sighed, kissing her forehead. "I'll be happy to play for you."

She sat down on the bench, looking through a few scores I had left from the last time I was here. I sat down besides her, and cracked my fingers.

"Diva," she murmured ever so softly. I chuckled and pressed my side against hers.

"Critic."

Bella gave a timid laugh, and rested her head on my shoulder. Her breaths were soft on my neck, giving me tingles.

My hands hit the keys and I was lost in playing. It started as her lullaby, but timidly, the notes hit lower, more seductive keys, playing a tune I never remembered writing. Bella sat silently, humming along in a hypnotic way. My fingers turned harried and I slammed on the foot pumps, letting my sound grow louder and higher, echoing through the empty house. I continued her modified lullaby before rushing an end gave a grand ending. Bella was staring perplexed into space, her beautiful face puzzled.

"What's wrong?" I asked, cupping her face between my hands. "Did I play to your liking?"

"Of course you did," she assured me, her eyes glazed with understanding. I cocked an eyebrow and Bella shook her head. "Just a lot of memories," she murmured. I pressed my lips to hers softly, and Bella's arms slid down my chest, over my hips and to my thighs.

"Edward?" she asked, her eyebrows turned down in curiosity. She placed her hand in my pocket and retrieved her ring.

I froze, a million thoughts passing by my mind and rendering me paralyzed.

Bella fiddled with it for a long time, twisting it around her fingers. She brought it up to her brilliant eyes and quickly read the inscription. "'My Meteor,'" she whispered, testing the words. Hours stretched of Bella gazing with confusion at the ring in her hand before slipping it back into my pocket. Her eyes flickered up to mine.

Rejection washed through me, and I couldn't breathe. Bella's eyes met mine and the small creases above her forehead deepened. "I'm sorry."

The suddenness of her voice changed me. I grabbed her lips with mine, welding them together. Instead of kissing me back, like I wished, she simply became unresponsive, becoming a statue underneath my lips.

When I pulled away, her face was twisted in anguish. "This is wrong."

"Bella?" I whispered, pain evident in my voice.

"I don't deserve you."

"And I don't deserve you," I retorted, staring into her unique eyes. There was self-loathing, anger, depression, sadness, and fear. Loads of fear. "I'll never deserve you. Is this what it's all about, Bella? Marry me," I pleaded, kissing the arch of her neck. "Marry me. Run away with me. We'll hide from the world – just you and me. Nothing else will ever matter."

"Edward," she tried, trying to pull away from me. I held her tightly against my arms, my lips still against her supple throat.

"No, Bella," I murmured, my voice stiff, though my touch was thoughtful and passionate as I ran my lips along the length of her beautiful neck. "I'm sick and tired of there being reasons for us no to be together..."

"Then maybe we shouldn't be," she whispered. "Maybe this is our fate..."

"Do not tell me of fate, Bella," I snapped, "for if it wasn't our fate to be together, then we wouldn't fit together so perfectly."

Bella shook her head and pulled away her brown mixed eyes shocked and confused and angry and sad all at once. "Edward," she paused, "I want so badly to run away with you, want so badly to Edward!"

"Then why not?" I demanded, my voice dangerously low. "What happened to your descision, what happened to your revelation, Bella?" She winced. "I didn't want to be a killer," I mocked angrily, "and I wasn't going to be, and I had a choice of who I wanted to be with."

"Edward, I'm not the only one capable of hurting you," she growled. "There are others, others that will come for me. Elesmeera, Gabriel…eventually the Volturi…I'm a wanted woman, Edward, and to add to the list of danger factor, to put it simply, I'm dangerous," she reminded me, brown eyes flashing. "More dangerous to you than anyone else; never forget that."

"Yes," I agreed. "The worst someone can do to me is kill me; you can leave me."

"Don't say that," she snapped. "I don't want to hear that you feel this way, Edward."

"How am I supposed to feel, then?" I demanded.

She shook her head, her brown eyes hardening with resolve. "I thought this could work," her voice trailed off and she frowned. "But I can see it in your eyes, Edward. You're only adding more painful evidence to my original theory, giving me vindication for the first time I left. I should leave."

"No," I murmured, my whole body releasing it's tense hold. My mind was spinning at full velocity, trying to understand everything it took in. Pain spread through my being, but I couldn't understand. I breathed in deeply trying to forget what she just said. "Bella," I pleaded. "Don't."

She turned to me, her face somber and tear streaked. She advanced hesitantly, and put a hand to my face. "I wish I could give you the world, Edward, and the moon and all of the stars, but more importantly, I wish that I could give you my love, but it's impossible. It'll hurt us too much."

I studied her devastatingly beautiful face, feeling the backs of my eyes burn. Surprise marked her face and she pulled away, her body only two feet away, but her love miles far, too far. She was moving at a speed I couldn't match no matter how hard I tried, how hard I forced myself beyond the clear boundaries of my power.

The pain spread from my heart through my dead circulation system, paralyzing me. My body was fully aware that the woman I was madly in love with sobbing silently, trying to bring me into awareness as I stood, my eyes closed and pulsating with venom tears that I didn't allow to fall. My stomach was lurching with vomit, and I felt like gagging. I estimated how far the nearest toilet was, but my frozen state wasn't allowing me. My mind was pained; it was trying selfishly to let Bella go. There was the logic that I had been seeking, yet slowly it was being turning to my heart telling me that 'logically', it would be stupid to let Bella go.

Another, smaller, smarter part of my brain was offering me the emotionless black out that I was slightly craving. I was succumbing to it with a leap of grace.

My mind was swimming, and I smiled as the blissful black out advanced.

"Edward!" Bella hissed.

I fell to the floor, and my eyes opened for some otherworldly reason, to view my Bella before she left. She tugged me against the wall, and I didn't question it. She growled, hissing underneath her breath. Something feral, something animalistic appearing on her face. She looked like a revengeful goddess; her porcelain face full of loathing, but fear still flickered. She crouched over me in a defensive position, her eyes narrowing. "Gabriel," she growled, "why are you here?"

And finally, the world went black.

Power Surge X Power Surge X Power Surge

(A/N: The bit is written from a my perspective. In the original Black Out, there was a character named Patricia. Well, here I am. Being evil. Teehee)

I grinned at the small female, flipping a dark mahogany curl behind my ear. Gabriel's arm wrapped firmly around my waist, his pale skin beautiful in the gloom of Forks. I smiled, running my hands all over his scrumptious body. My savior, my love...

I flickered my newly red eyes back to Isabella Swan, trying to find her lover. He was backed against the wall, his eyes closed and lips parted in a blissful sleep. "That's Edward Cullen?" I questioned aloud. His innocent expression was almost opposite his sharp defined features, the only boyishness residing in his small smile. Gabriel chuckled, and I realized that he was speaking to Isabella in his mind. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the piano and ran my fingers down the keys. I laughed and picked up the music, selecting an elaborate Linkin Park score.

"It's bad enough he listens to this crap. Must he play it?!"

"Put it back," she demanded, her voice sharp. "It's not yours to touch."

I laughed again, looking at the slight tanline around her left ring finger. "It's no longer yours either, honey."

A low growl flew out of her lips. "Who are you?"

I glared at Gabriel. "You forgot to tell her?"

He shrugged and gave me a short smile. "My mind is occupied."

"Who are you?" she demanded again, her eyes a flaming red.

I clucked my tongue and lounged on the leather sofa, deciding that it was a perfect warmth. "I am Patricia," I murmured, recalling my human name. "My mother had werewolf blood; my father had siren blood weakened by male-birth."

Her eyes were incredulous. "You're a full-breed?"

I giggled. "Yes. Of course darling, of course Do you believe there are only three of you in the world?" I paused, laughing at her expression. "There are many; their power is weakened by bloodline, but they are there."

She growled. "Why are you here?"

I smiled up at Gabriel, waiting for him to speak.

"We are here to take you back, my love," he informed her. The words 'my love' cut me. For many years, I had been 'his love', but I was above fighting for this little hussy. He only loves the power she controls, loves the mystery and excitement of unraveling it. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Suppose I don't want to go," the female hissed.

I chuckled and looked at directly at her. "Sounded like you were going sooommmeeewhhheeerrrrreeee," I sang out, skipping close to inspect her. She stood with eyes wide, murder written in them. But she was surprised all the same. She believed that I would proceed with caution, believing I was afraid of her powers. Ha. She's too much of a wimp to use them. They should go to someone who deserves them, someone who would wield them.

I laughed at her face, and pushed her slightly. She fell over onto the floor, and I leaned in to inspect her Edward. He was a handsome vampire; very hot. But Gabriel is way better. She doesn't know what she's missing.

Something grabbed the back of my hair tightly, and pulled be backwards. I growled; Isabella growled; Gabriel growled.

"I demand that you release me this instant!" I shrieked trying to reach her from behind, but she was safely far away.

"How did you get here without signaling me?" she demanded.

"Like I'll tell you, you lil' bitch!" I screetched.

"Now, now," Gabriel murmured. "This simply will not do."

I felt his grip on my hair and suddenly I was released. I ran to the bathroom and checked to see if she made my hair fuzzy in any way. Son of a...

"OH NO!" I screamed, gazing at my ruined hair. I grabbed an elastic and put it in a messy, but fashionable bun before returning to the bedroom. "You little witch!" I accused.

"Tricia, darling," Gabriel hummed, his voice seething disapproval, "calm down my dear. I actually perfer your hair up. You have such beautiful features." His cold hand ran across my cheeks, and stopped at my lips in an affectionate gesture that made my hardly beating heart flutter. I turned back to the little wtich, my eyes loathing, but my actions more peaceful.

"What are you waiting for?" she demanded. "Aren't you going to force me?" her hands went up as if to threaten with her powerful palms. I rolled my eyes.

"Let's not get hasty; I came to reason," he sighed, his voice wise and calm, as if she was mearly a wicked child.

"I'm listening," she assured him, never relaxing her protective stance over the sleeping vampire.

"I wish to speak to you, and Edward Cullen," he continued, his voice even.

"He has nothing to do with this."

"He has everything to do with this," I argued, staring pointedly at her. I looked over at Gabriel who's face was agreeing. "Eddikins has more to do with this situation than you both will like."

Gabriel suddenly hissed, his eyes menacing. "Raven, darling, do not dare."

I rolled my eyes. "Can we please stop the dramatics? Wake up Edward, we'll have a chat, and then we'll go. No violence will come to him."

Isabella's eyes flickered to mine, and then back to Gabriel. He nodded and I groaned. "Can't you two speak aloud?"

"And risk having all Gabriel's secrets exposed? Not in your wildest dreams," she taunted, wiggling her fingers at me, as if she was casting a spell.

"Gabriel!" I whined.

He simply kissed my hand. "Relax, my darling," he murmured before releasing me. "Patience is a virtue you must seize while it's in your grasp, or it is forever gone."

I sighed, leaning my head against his chest.

"Now, Raven, please awaken Edward."

She shook her head. "Please," she pleaded, "I was trying to leave for his sake; I'm not dragging him any farther into this...this...blaspamous struggle of danger and power!"

"Raven," he said, leaning in close enough so that his lips were barely touching hers. I frowned deeply, crossing my arms over my chest and tapping my foot. "My sweet Raven," he murmured, twisting a lock of hair. 'Raven' stood deathly still, her eyes buldging with disgust. "Please do as I ask."

His hypnotic smile, that would've melted any other only blew up in his face. Bella moved away and growled. "Do not touch me for the sake of your life," she snapped. "I am not your sweet Raven; I'm nothing of yours. And my name is Isabella."

"My Raven," he said defiantly, "awaken Edward so I can go."

"Why did ya knock him out in the first place?" I asked rhetorically.

"Nothing that will concern you," Bella growled sharply before kneeling down to him.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

Power Surge X Power Surge X Power Surge

(A/N: In Edward's pov. Teehee. (Btw, no, I am not that pshychotic, and I am not that...pushy. LoL. It's like everything she is, I'm exactly the opposite.))

"Edward?" a soft voice whispered. "Please wake up."

I didn't want to. I didn't need to. This felt too good; this emotionless numb. I wondered how much time had passed. I squeezed my eyelids shut tightly like a rebellious child defying his mother. Something warm passed over my brow, and suddenly alertness – wheither I agreed to it or not – came over me.

"Is he dead?" someone inquired. The voice sounded soft, innocent, like it belonged to a blue eyed girl with thumb-width blonde curls.

"Of course he is dead, my sweet; he is a vampire," another voice sounded. It was also soft; wisomous and thick with arrogance.

"Edward?"

That was the voice.

Her voice.

It was small, and pained, a little harried, but sweet, like music, like silk; smooth and soft and easily breakable. I wondered why she was still here, but instead ignored it, rolling over and clamping my eyes tightly closed.

"Edward...Edward please..."

I sighed, and rolled back, opening my eyes. Bella's face surrounded my view, as well as a curtain of darkness.

"Bella?" I murmured confused.

"Raven, darling," the female said in a mocking voice, "is he awake?"

Bella scowled and kissed my forehead. Suddenly there was a voice in my head.

Listen to my thoughts; he perfers to talk through them. I'll give you orders you MUST follow.

I tried to compose my shock and awe at listening to Bella's thoughts, even though they were strictly edited.

I sat up, bewildered by Bella's beautiful face. She glared at a strange dark haired man. In human years, he looked to be around 15, but the power coming from him told me otherwise. It was a feeling that made my cells tingle with knowing; he was a dangerous man.

There was still a boyish roundness about his face, but the youth died in his blue eyes. The silver and yellowish-green flecks showed years and years of wisdom. At first, they studied my Bella, as if she was nothing more than an adolescent girl, and he was here to clean up her mistakes before resting upon me.

They were piercing, as if he was staring into the very core of me. The silver specks seemed to dominate the dark blue, turning his eyes into a steel like color. Hard, as if he was unbreakable.

"Stay out of his head, Gabriel," Bella warned.

"And you listen?" a small girl asked, draping her body along his in a sexual position. The man, Gabriel, didn't seem to mind the brunette girl throwing herself at him. She was attractive, naturally – pale face, defined features, unique eyes – but she paled in comparison with the beauty coming from Bella.

The girl straightened, and gave me a scrutinizing gaze. Her brown and cerulean eyes bounced between Gabriel and me before resting on my face. She gave me a slow, sensual smile, looking up at me from her dark curtain of lashes. I blinked rapidly when I realized she was trying to entice me.

Bella growled a low rumbling sound in the back of her throat. "Say what you came here to say or I shall rip your friend to pieces before your eyes."

Gabriel gave a half-hearted shrug, his eyes still resting on me with severe puzzlement. "I am Gabriel," he informed me. "And this is my companion Patricia."

"What do you want from me Gabriel?"

"Well," he mused aloud. "For one, you run away from me without a simple goodbye…"

"You lied to me, you sick son of a bi-," Bella said, moving closer to me. My eyes flickered to see she was glaring at the dark haired seductress who was still leaning against Gabriel.

Gabriel silenced her with a finger. "It would be nice to know where you go when you runaway, Princess."

Bella growled.

"But that is not what I'm here for. You see," he smirked. "I have a proposition to lay out for you two, seeing as you are both inseparable. Be sure to note that my emotions and yours have no meaning to me when it comes down to seriousness, but they are gravely added into my proposal. To put it simply, unless you want a repeat of what happened the last time you were in my presence," he nodded to Bella, "I'd stay under my guidance, Raven dear."

Bella growled again and Gabriel turned to me, silvery eyes flashing indignantly. She's a threat, he explained, to herself, to you, and to me. Without guidance, she'll eventually kill.

I gazed, slightly alarmed to Bella. She was still glaring at Patricia with a livid expression.

Do not believe that he is only in this for the sake of the world, she cautioned. This is more of your decision than it is mine, my love, but either way, I will not be able to stay long. Eventually I will have to go and do what I was created for, and if I fail, I do not want to hurt you. That's why I try so hard for a clean break, but when it comes to you…

I understand, I replied mentally, knowing with my intuition that she could hear. I glanced over and saw that she nodded slightly.

I can hear you.

Gabriel's eyes turned suspicious. His companion was lounging in a position that would have been called seductive. She lay on her stomach, her head propped up on her palms, elbows holding up her face. Her skirt was pulled down slightly to reveal the top of a black thong, her long legs pumping up and down, heels waving in the air. Once again, I was disgusted.

Bella growled.

Gabriel's eyes locked once more with mine, and I could feel him tugging at my mind, shoving his words in my head.

Now, without the proper understanding of what she can do, she's a threat to every person on this fair earth. Under my guidence, she'd be fine. It's in my blood to teach the 'Queen of the Rose'. My fathers have done it before me, and now I shall as well. Only I've been unlucky enough to turn. He frowned. I am not going to force her against her will, but quite obviously, Elesmeera has to go, no matter what our personal desires yearn for.

Is that what Bella wants? I demanded from him through our weak connection.

This is what she has to do. There is a difference, Edward, and believe me, if I had a choice, my Raven would not have anything to do with this.

I snarled slightly at the thought of him having any claim on her. His eyes darkened.

By hanging on to her, you're putting yourself in peril. I'm only wondering if you're going to turn away now, while you can, or stretch out the pain futher. You must understand, if you die before she can continue her quest, everything is lost.

I winced..

Let her go, Gabriel murmured in my head. Let her go while I can still wipe her memories clean. She'll be better off that way.

"It's not my decision to make." I finally answered aloud for Bella's benifit. "I will stay around as long as she wants me."

Bella's face darkened slightly, as did Gabriel's. He shook his head. "Fools only make foolish decisions."

"How is it foolish?" Bella demanded. "Have you been around so long that you have forgotten the simple weaknesses?"

Gabriel chuckled, sat down, and crossed his legs. "You are all children. Disobidient and rebellious children. Ignorant. Yes love is wonderful," he paused and sighed softly. "Nice, I suppose, but it is painful. Stupid. Unwise. Love is your downfall. Love is foolish. Love brings pain, yet all of you fall into it willingly." He glanced at me, the silver glitter in his eyes dominating the idigo and green. "You'll only hold her back, only prevent her from doing what is right."

Bella hissed. "He is my right."

"When it comes down to it, is one life more important than the world? There are millions of people, plenty of which could take her place."

She looked at me horrified at just the idea.

"If you leave now, you could have a second chance." Before I could answer, Gabriel chuckled. "Yet you don't. Love will be your downfall."

And he was gone, leaving his sex kitten behind.

Patricia stood up, her face bright, looking at me from underneath her eyelashes once again, an action I have seen displayed on Bella's beautifully wonderful face, only with more dignaty. She ran her hand along the length of my jaw, and I tensed, growling softly.

"Plenty of people to take her place," she taunted, her hand running down my face to my chest. I grabbed it tightly within my own, crushing it so hard I heard something crack.

"Owww!" she cried in anguish, pulling back her crushed hand. "How could you, you meanie!"

"Do not touch what is not yours," I warned her.

She hissed under her breath, her cat like face turning to Bella. She gave another hiss, like a snake ready to shoot her poision, turned, and disappeared.

Silence stretched for a long time. I wasn't able to meet Bella's eyes yet, not ready to confer to come to an understanding. Was she planning to return to them? The thought of Gabriel taking my place by her side made me sick.

Bella collapsed onto the love seat and ran a hand through her hair, her face blank, eyes downcast.

"They're home," she murmured in a monotone.

Sure enough, the door opened and my sister tackled me into a hug. The abnormality of seeing Rosalie almost glow with happiness made my brows jump up.

Demetri rolled his eyes at my sister. "She's just glad she got to take out her stress on two poor wolves."

She giggled happily. "They decided to check up on you and Bella. Oh Bella!" Rosalie ran over to Bella and hugged her tightly, but Bella didn't respond; only stood straight for a long time.

"I'm going to bed," she muttered, eyes meeting mine for the briefest minute.

I promise, I shall be in bed if you choose to check.

She disappeared upstairs, leaving my sister, Demetri, and I alone to converse in whatever way we chose appropriate.

Demetri let out a low whistle. "Bella grew up."

I growled menacingly and Demetri put up his hands in a surrender gesture. "Hey, no harm, no foul. I didn't touch her."

I growled again and Rosalie touched my shoulder. "Relax, Edward. You look like you've went through hell. Are you alright?"

"No," I replied, my hand trembling with anger. "No. No. No. No."

Rosalie's eyes were scortching topaz heat. She glared angrily into space, her mind cursing Bella with fury. Demetri simply looked confused, as if he was lost.

I sighed. "I'm going hunting," I said finally.

"By yourself."

"Yup," I replied.

Rose looked at me unhappily. "Allow Demetri to go with you, at least to be around, just in case..."

"Sure, sure," I said hurridly before running away from that damn house, from Rosalie, and Bella, and memories, and hurt, and pleasure, and saddness and right into something I could control; hunger.

It was so much easier that way, if the only thing in my life would be hunger. It was so predictable; I'll get hungry eventually, then I'll eat, and then I'll get hungry again. There was no emotion in it, only instinct. Logic. No love, no saddness, no pain.

I shook my head and sped deeper into the forest, ready to kill whatever crossed my path.

Nope. I don't fucking care anymore, and damn did it feel good.