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Blood On White Roses	By : DBZchick Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Slash Views: 2329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 4: REUNION

I didn’t know what I expected to find when I got to the Cullen house, but surely this wasn’t it.

Traditionally, our kind are nomads. We have to be to avoid our prey being alerted to our presence. It’s just less of a hassle that way. The only permanent dwellings I’ve seen have been the Volturi’s mostly underground fortress or just the occasional abandoned building, where an individual or coven may stay for a few days or a week.

So, like I said, it was quite a shock to come out of the thick forest to find the large, 3-story, white house standing in the middle of a clearing. Several giant cedar trees surrounded the house and on a sunny day I imagine the shade would creep right up to the wrap-around porch. It was beautiful! From behind the building, which looked at least a century old, I could hear more than see a river close by. A long gravel driveway snaked out of the trees up to a large garage, no doubt filled with luxury cars – judging from Edward’s clothes and the Volvo left behind at the school. I suspected that was one of their more economical cars used for show to blend in with the typical Forks’ traffic.

I hadn’t realized I had stopped to stare, until Edward cleared his throat from beside me. I turned my gaze to him.

“It’s no Volterra, but it works well for us.”

I bit back a laugh. “Yeah, I imagine it does.”

He smiled, seemingly more relaxed now that there was distance between Bella and myself. “Wait til you see what’s inside. Come on.”

I smiled back, but couldn’t help suddenly feeling a fresh wave of nervousness. Not from fear of being attacked, but an inclination that once I stepped through those doors, my life could never go back to what it had been. And while that thrilled me, it’s hard to give up the familiar and the only life style I’ve known for nearly a hundred and fifty years. Nevertheless, I followed close behind the bronze haired teen as we walked toward the house.

The front door swung open before we even reached the steps. A beautiful female stepped out to the edge of the porch, smiling warmly at me. She looked older than Edward, maybe changed in her mid twenties and could have passed as a relation to him with her caramel colored hair and golden eyes. I wondered if this was Carlisle’s mate.

“She is. Gabriel, this is Esme. Esme, Gabriel.” Edward quickly introduced.

“A pleasure to meet you, m’am” I greeted with a nod and smile, a bit of my southern accent creeping out.

Esme looked slightly puzzled for a millisecond, then grinned. “The pleasure is all mine, sir. Please come inside out of the rain.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your hospitality,” I said, climbing the front steps. This was going much smoother than I’d expected.

Edward followed close behind me and Esme quickly hooked an arm through his as we reached the porch, seeming to share a knowing look with him. Obviously, they were close. From the doorway, I looked inside and marveled at the impeccable white interior. Beautiful, modern and spotless. One glance down at my filthy, mud caked boots and I quickly toed them off outside the door.

“Oh. You are quite the gentleman. I think you even put Edward here to shame,” Esme teased, giving the tall teen on her arm a playful nudge.

Edward rolled his eyes, but gave her an indulgent smile as he quickly removed his own, barely dirty, shoes as well. “Thanks, MOM.”

She laughed, clearly delighted that he was playing along. I smiled at them, pleased that they seemed so relaxed despite my presence. I ran a hand through my med blonde hair, feeling the damp tendrils brush my shoulders and took a deep breath before at long last, stepped through the threshold into the Cullen house.

It was remarkable inside. The first floor had been altered to be basically all one room with many modern amenities – computers, a flat screen tv, ample seating, a large kitchen and dining room set, and even a beautiful grand piano on a raised platform. There was a wide, elegant curving staircase to the upstairs and the far wall seemed to be made up entirely of glass, thru which, past the cleared lawn, I could finally see the river. The house’s interior seemed to be all varying shades of white. The whole space was bright, open and comforting. Truly a place to relax.

“It can’t be…” a masculine voice whispered.

I froze. Instantly. If my heart still beat, it would have stopped now. I knew that voice. A voice both very familiar and nearly forgotten…. Yet, I could never forget it. I had known that voice all my life, even before its tone deepened as its owner grew up and out of childhood games.

I whipped around. “Oh My God.”

He stood at the top of the stairs. A little taller, a bit more muscular and slightly older than I remembered. His eyes were no longer cinnamon brown, but it was the same honey blonde hair. The same as our father’s. The same as our twin brother’s and sister’s.

“Jasper…” His name fell from my lips for the first time in a shamefully long while. “Brother…”

Shock, confusion, then a powerful wave of familial love washed over me and caught in my throat. He remained at the top of the massive staircase for just a second more, then he was suddenly in front of me. I instinctively took a step back, but quickly recovered. We stared at each other wide eyed, taking in the familiar and the new. It was him. It really was him!

Slowly a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, quickly turning into a wide grin. “Gabriel, Mother would be furious if she saw her favorite blue eyes like that.”

I choked out a laugh. Of all things to say. I grabbed him in a fierce hug. He hugged me back, just as hard. I couldn’t even describe how good it was to see him. But even in my happiness, it saddened me a little to realize that his chest was as motionless and silent as mine. Still…

“God! I’ve missed you, Jazz!”

“I missed you too, Gabe!” he said, also using my old nickname. He pulled back, but we left our hands on each other’s arms, still smiling. His eyes seemed to flicker and he looked down at my hands. I could feel his confusion and puzzlement. “Gabe?”

Oops. I quickly dropped my hands. “Sorry! I forgot.”

He shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry about. Just what was that?”

“I can read emotions through touch. Project them too, though usually it’s just my own. I have to really concentrate to make someone feel anything else.” I tried to force myself not to think about my shame and how well I knew those limitations.

Jasper frowned, but our conversation was interrupted by a quiet masculine laugh.

“You two are surely related then. Jasper can read and project emotions too,” another blonde male said, entering from the kitchen to stand next to the smiling Esme, linking his fingers through hers. Carlisle.

I turned back to my brother. “Really?”

He shrugged and nodded. “Not with those limitations. Usually someone just needs to be nearby. And it’s easier if they are in the same room.“

“Wow! Can you do anything else? I mean do you have any other powers?” I asked, curious as to why his power was so much more enhanced than mine and if he shared my other gift as well.

He shook his head, wavy chin length blonde hair swaying slightly. “No, just that. Why? Do you?”

“Yes, he does. Your brother is quite astute it seems.” It was Edward this time who interrupted.

Jasper blinked at him. “How’s that?”

“It’s a talent of mine. I’m observant and really good at sorting things out. You know - putting pieces of the puzzle in place, so to speak. Aro kept me around for that reason.” … And to keep some of the Guard entertained…

“Aro?! You were with the Volturi?” Jasper scowled. “It seems we have a lot of catching up to do. Don’t we, little brother?”

I looked around again at the lavish, white room we stood in, half of the Cullen clan standing nearby. Everyone was smiling gently in encouragement at me. No doubt. This was definitely not how I imagined today would go.

I finally turned back to my brother and stared into his strange topaz eyes with my dark garnet ones. “Yes, it seems we do.”

TBC...

****A/N: Ok. This one came out much faster thankfully! Yay! Next time, we’ll finally learn more of Gabriel’s back story and are very close to Gabe and Emmett finally meeting. Hope you all liked this chapter! And a big thank you to anyone who has read this fic and my other DBZ works! Until next time…

This chapter's song is "Headlock" by Imogen Heap. I just love her music! (1-20-2011)****
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