A/N:Hey! I know I kinda said that this chapter would be an explanation about what's going on. It kinda is... But Neil's here! (YES!) So, enjoy another cryptic Neil chapter! Neil always hints at what's going on ;) (Just in case you didn't notice, he hinted at the imprinting thing last time... Kinda).

I promise that the next chapter is all about Luna and what's happening to her. It's something you tottally don't expect ;)

Shout out to: MrsHaleee (I'll never tell ;) I'll never tell), NonrealityRocks, musiclover115 and musicluver9001 (Who is still my biggest fan ;) Thank you!)

And now: Neil...

Luna's Point of View

I stood in the middle of a field. The knee-high grass was light gold in color. There were little blue flowers growing randomly and the grass waved in the breeze. My black hair was loose and I wore a simple dress in plain white, no shoes. I could see for miles in any direction. The sky was a perfect light blue. The sun streamed around me, warming my body; a perfect summers day.

Except I knew this was only a dream.

I mean, how else would Edward's grand piano be in the center of this remote field? And I knew I lived in Forks now, a place where fields like this one would never exist; it rained too much for the grass to get this dry.

As I moved through the grass it occurred to me that Edward, with his vampire strength could have carried the piano out here if he wanted to, but I doubted he wanted his precious instrument to go out of tune or get damaged.

Maybe Emmett had brought it here as a bad joke. I had to remember to remind him that if you moved a piano, it goes out of tune.

The warm sunlight glinted off the polished black wood. I ran my hand over the silky wood before I touched the black and white keys. A sweet sound came from the piano as I pressed random notes. I sat in front of the piano. From memory I began to play a light classical piece; one I had not played since my childhood. The tune was a happy one, only adding to my good mood. Each key I touched sang with life and love.

"I didn't know you could play." I heard Neil say behind.

He moved to my side and sat down next to me.

"There is a lot about me that you didn't know." I replied, smiling as I carried on my tune.

Neil began to play along side me. I looked at him, forgetting to play my song.

His hair was long, brushing his shoulders. His hair was the same warm brown in color, still thick and soft. When he looked at me, his eyes were the original brown; not the red I had become accustomed to. His skin was tanned, the color of hot coffee with cream. He wore his usual torn jean and black t-shirt. Pulling the look together was his black leather jacket, the same one he had given me the night we met.

He looked as good as he always did; so young and full of potential. For a few moments I remembered why I fell in love with him.

"You know, you had your moments sometimes." I said as he continued to play a darker tune on the piano. "You're not a monster, Neil."

"You think?" He asked.

"I know."

"That," Neil said. "Is where you are wrong, Luna. You think you are so smart, that you are better than me."

"I don't." I denied, starting to play again so I could keep my eyes off of him.

"I know a lot more about you that you think." Neil hissed, still playing his dark tune in contrast to mine. "I know you and Jacob imprinted. It was supposed to be you and me all along, baby girl."

"Whatever." I said, lost for words.

I didn't really have much to say to him. It was all in the past.

"I knew it would happen before you did, babe." Neil said with a cruel laugh. "In fact, I caused it to happen. You should be thanking me."

"Sure, Neil." I said, my eyes and fingers never leaving the keys. "Even in death, you still have your ego."

"You never played anything for me." Neil said, sounding sad. "You never wrote a song about me."

His fingers reached for mine. The field fell into eerie silence. It was unnatural.

Neil's hands were cold and dead and he gazed at me with red eyes. His eyes burnt into me as if he was trying to destroy me. I shuddered, remembering the last time I had seen him look at me this way; the night I had almost died.

"And yet, after all this time. After everything I did to you." Neil said, his cold fingers tracing my scar. "You never stopped loving me, did you?"

I looked at our entwined hands, not able to say anything. To deny him would be a lie, but to tell him the truth would destroy everything.

"Did you ever stop loving me, Luna Ateara?" Neil asked me, cupping my chin in his hands and forcing me to meet his gaze.

"You have no place to talk." I said, pulling myself away from him. "And my name is Luna Cullen now, Neil. Don't forget that."

"Oh, I won't." Neil said with an evil wink. "Just admit it, Miss Cullen. You loved me until the end. You still love me and nothing, not even imprinting on Jacob, will change that."

"I was never in love with you!" I said, standing up. "We were both just in love with the idea of us being in love. There was nothing there, and there is still nothing."

I noticed that we were now in a forest. Large trees surrounded us, creating a world of green around us. The piano was gone and it was raining lightly.

"We were good together. Good for each other." Neil said, moving closer to me. "We were the type of people they told stories about. They wrote songs about our love affair. We will be remembered long after our time."

Neil had me with my back pressed against a tree. His cool fingers were on my chin so I couldn't turn my head. His body was rubbing against mine, reminding me how it felt to be with him. It was a relationship were neither of us held back. We were young and free, a bad influence on each other.

"We were horny drunks." I said. "We were just scared kids who made mistakes along the way. We were wrong on every level."

Neil leaned forward and kissed me carefully. "But you wanted it, babe. You couldn't get any love at home, so you looked for it in the streets and strangers beds.

"You wanted me more than anything you had ever wanted in your life; more than your money or your popularity. I was the only thing you couldn't get in your life of privilege and wealth."

He kissed me again, this time with heat and passion. My arms went around his neck, drawing him closer to me. His arms were around my waist, lifting me up against him.

We broke apart, but we still held onto each other. It was as if we believed we would die, as if we would cese to exist, with out the physical contact the other provided.

"I did want you." I admitted, still breathless. "But only for all the wrong reasons."

He held me a little tighter, brushing the hair off the side of my neck. He kissed me on my exposed skin, causing me to shudder with the memories of pleasure.

"Remember what we had, Cullen." He whispered into my ear. "Remember what we used to be. We were the embodiment of darkness, of greatness."

"Uh huh." I said, breaking away. "But you forget one thing. I no longer work on the side of darkness. When I moved to La Push, I gave all that up."

"You can never turn away from who you really are." Neil said, smiling at me. "I can feel it right now. I can feel how attracted you are to me, how much you want me. Why resist? It's only who you are."

"I resist because I love Jake."

Neil laughed. "That kid?"

"Jake and I are soul mates." I defended. "My feelings for Jake go beyond anything you and I ever had together."

"That's why you still carry my ring on you, baby." Neil said, reaching down the front of my shirt.

His cool fingers brushed against my skin, causing my to shudder in desire. He finally found what he was looking for, but he still took his time to prove his point. He drew a thick silver chain out of my shirt, one I wore around my neck faithfully. On the chain was a thick loop of silver, a male's class ring.

Neil snapped the chain off my neck and twisted the ring in between his fingers.

"What a fucking joke." He said, holding the ring up to examine it. "Are you going to give this to Jacob as a symbol of your 'love' for him, or were you planning on keeping it for yourself."

"I never really thought about it." I said. "It's just a ring."

Neil went down on his knee, taking my left hand in his. He slid the ring into place on my ring finger. The loop of silver didn't stay on my slender finger, but Neil kept it in place.

"As long as you have this ring, you will always be mine. Take it as a mark of ownership." Neil smiled up at me and kissed the ring.

"You are crazy!" I hissed.

"Only about you, girl." He teased with a wink. "I love you."

"Goodbye, Neil." I said, moving out of his grasp. "I don't want to see or hear from you ever again, got it?"

"Jake will never love you for who you really are babe." Neil smirked. "Go on, wake up in his arms and pretend this didn't happen. But I'll know. I'll know your busy thinking about me as you kiss him, as you fuck him."

"You were wrong once before, Neil. You'll be wrong again and again until it stops being funny."

"Wait." He said, laughing. "You think that imprinting was the battle I was talking about? Baby girl, you have no fucking clue. And I have all the answers you are looking for."

"Neil, your mom." I said, ignoring him as I walked away.

"Oh, no. You really don't, Luna Cullen!" Neil laughed. "But go on. Wake up to your precious Jake. Let's see if he still loves you once he sees what I've done to you."

Carlisle's Point of View

I stood at the door to Luna's bedroom, checking in on her. Both the werewolves were still asleep.

She was lying in Jacob's arms. Luna was smiling, looking young and beautiful. For the first time in a few days she actually looked like a typical young woman: care free with a bright future.

As I watched my newest daughter sleep, I was thinking. How was it possible for Alice, who had never had a vision about her before, to suddenly see Luna's future? How had Luna, days after recovering from standing on the border of life and death, been able to fight off two new born vampires without any help or training, and still coming out the winner? Why had she and Jacob only imprinted now, not back when they first met?

I shook my head and walked back to my study. I began to go through I the books I had, trying to find some answers. But I wasn't sure that anything like this had ever happened before.

Once again, Luna was showing the world just how unique she was.

I had to be at work in about an hour when Jacob walked into my study, Luna cradled in his arms. She was sobbing into his chest and her skin looked unnaturally pale.

"Carlisle." Jacob said, carrying the girl to my private examination room. "Something is wrong with Luna."