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

Prologue

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

"I'm walking down the line

That divides me somewhere in my mind

On the border line

Of the edge and where I walk alone.

Read between the lines

What's fucked up and everything's alright

Check my vital signs

To know I'm still alive and I walk alone" – Green Day

Gabriel didn't think of himself as mad, he'd seen too many actual mad people to classify himself that way. But that left him with the question: what was he, if he wasn't mad?

He wasn't clinically insane - although he wondered sometimes – and he wasn't suicidal, not yet anyway. He was probably a little paranoid and slightly obsessive compulsive he had to admit, and probably one hundred percent disturbed.

But one thing's for sure, he wasn't as bad as his mother had been, but then again, he wondered how much longer it would take before he went as mad as she had.

She'd been a sweet woman when Gabriel's father had been alive, a good mother and a wonderful wife. But things changed when Gabriel's father was killed.

Gabriel had been fifteen at the time, and he'd had to grow up fast after his father's death. His mother hadn't taken the death well, and went into a depression, secluding herself from the outside world. Gabriel had tried to help her countless times by calling in all sorts of doctors, but all they could really do for her was give her medication, which Gabriel made sure she took, and things seemed to have been getting better slowly, but then, soon after Gabriel's sixteenth birthday, things began to change.

His mother started to act … odd around him, telling him how fast he was growing up and how much he looked like his father. And then, Gabriel's mother wanted more, she wanted Gabriel, and Gabriel could do nothing to stop her, he knew that if he rejected her it would kill her and she was all he had left. He could do nothing but hope she would snap out of it, hope that she would realize what she was doing.

But Gabriel really wasn't that good with luck and his mother went further and further until she couldn't distinguish the difference between Gabriel and his father. One day though, she finally snapped and blamed it all on Gabriel. It was Gabriel's fault that his father was dead. It was Gabriel's fault for what she was doing. It was all Gabriel's fault.

She'd gotten a hold of a knife in her sudden realization and managed to stab Gabriel and knock him out when he refused to kill himself with his mother; he couldn't do anything to stop her, he was worried he'd hurt her.

She dragged him into the car and then drove the both of them over a bridge. Gabriel survived, his mother didn't.

Gabriel spent eight months in a coma, and while in his coma, Gabriel had the most peculiar dream: he dreamt of a family of beautiful, ageless vampires who lived in a small town called Forks, in the Olympic Peninsula of Northwest Washington State.

It was a town where there was a near-constant cover of clouds and it rained more than any other place in the United States of America.

It was a beautiful town, Forks. Everything was green, the trees, the ground covered with ferns.

The vampire family; the Cullen family, were acting as humans in the small town, and the five 'younger' vampires acted as teenagers and went to Forks High School, while the other two were the acting parental figures in all meanings of the word except by blood.

They were all pared off together, except for one of them, the beautiful bronze haired boy: Edward Cullen.

And as Gabriel dreamed of the Cullen family, he would find himself focusing in on Edward and what he was doing. He watched the vampire family do their every day things, what they did to entertain themselves, when they went out to hunt animals – they didn't feed on human blood – when they were at school, and how they interacted.

When Gabriel woke up, his body hurt, he was disorientated – panicked – and the light in the room was bright and blurry. He quickly closed his eyes again, and then narrowed them, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light.

He could hear an irritating beeping sound to his left, and the sounds of muffled chatter and of people moving around from all around him. He could faintly hear the sounds of cars driving and his breath as he tried to calm himself from his sudden panic.

He cracked his eyes open slowly once he was semi used to the light, and moved his head from side to side stiffly – which was a lot harder to do than it was supposed to – looking around at the blurry room. It was mostly pale colours, whites, pale greens and blues from what he could make out of the blurs that were slowly trying to come into focus.

He lifted his hand slowly, struggling to move it upwards. His movements were slow and sluggish; it was like all the energy had been drained from him; he was stiff and sore and felt like he'd been lying down for too long. What was going on?

As Gabriel's vision began to focus, he decided to come up with the conclusion as to why he was in the hospital.

'What am I doing in the hospital?' He asked himself forwardly, but before he could come up with a reasonable explanation it all came rushing back to him: his father's death, his mother's depression that slowly went from grieving to insanity and ultimately, being half conscious as his mother drove frantically; but he'd passed out from blood loss before he knew where they were going.

What had happened? Had his mother realized what she'd done and taken him to the hospital? He wasn't so sure; she'd been too out of it to really know what she was doing. Had they crashed? Where was his mother? Was she okay? There were just too many unknowns… it was all too confusing.

The blurry outline of a nurse entered his room a while later, casually; Gabriel couldn't see her face that well but she seemed to suddenly stop, shocked, when she – Gabriel assumed the nurse was a woman – looked at him, and realized that he was awake.

"Oh!" was all he heard before the woman rushed out of the room, Gabriel hadn't even have time to say anything, or ask what had happened.

A doctor came in shortly afterwards, and Gabriel watched him as he poked about at him and looked at the machine that was on Gabriel's left.

After he'd finished poking around, the doctor turned to Gabriel, "Welcome back to the real world Mr. Dementia." He said with a soft smile.

"Wha…?" Gabriel tried to ask, but his throat was dry and didn't seem to want to work.

"Don't try to speak just yet Mr. Dementia; you haven't used your voice in a while." The doctor said, "I'm Doctor Hazel. I've been looking after you since the accident."

Gabriel tried to get up as soon as what he had heard registered. He needed to know if his mother was okay, where was she?

"Please relax Mr. Dementia, try not to strain yourself, you've been asleep for a long time." The Doctor said, holding his shoulders and pushing him gently down, back into the uncomfortable hospital bed.

What did he mean, 'asleep for a long time'? How long had he been asleep?

"Ho… How long?" Gabriel struggled, as his heart rate went up, reflecting on the heart monitor which sped up the pace of its beeping.

"Mr. Dementia. Please try to calm down." The Doctor soothed

"How long?" Gabriel insisted

"You've been in a coma for the most part of eight months."

Eight months. Gabriel set his head back down onto the pillow stunned. Eight months. How could he have been out for so long? What was the date? What had really happened? Then he thought again…

"Where's my mother?" he asked, panicked, eyes wide and searching. His heart rate picked up again, faster this time.

The doctor paused before he answered, looking hesitant to answer. "I'm sorry Mr. Dementia, but … you're mother … she didn't make it."

Gabriel was quite for a minute, trying to find another meaning to the doctors words. His mother couldn't be dead, she just couldn't. She was the only person he had left, and now she was gone. He was alone. After all that he had gone through, what his mother had gone through; she was just… gone…

"When you two came in after the accident your mother was in critical condition. We tried our best with her but she was already too far gone." The doctor said, trying to reassure Gabriel, and failing miserably at it.

"Doctor Hazel," a nurse said poking her head through the door, "I've called Miss Dementia; she's on her way here."

"Thank you Susan." The doctor said and the nurse left

"Your aunt has been visiting every weekend since the accident." The doctor said, turning back to Gabriel who was still trying to take it all in.

"My aunt?" Gabriel said after it finally sunk in what the doctor had actually said.

"Yes. Sophie Dementia. I've been told that she is your guardian now." The doctor informed

~*~

Sophie arrived about twenty minutes later, she was crying and smiling at the same time, as she flung herself onto Gabriel in a desperate hug, as if she didn't believe that he was actually awake.

"I'm so sorry Gabriel …" She sobbed, "I'm so sorry …"

Sophie was Gabriel's dad's younger sister and a psychic who travelled with a carnival. She, Gabriel's father and Gabriel had been the last in a long line of a family of gypsy 'royalty'. The Dementia family went a long way, and now there were only two left; Gabriel was the only one left to carry on the name.

And as Sophie hugged Gabriel, he couldn't find it in himself to cry. Ever since his father's death he'd told himself that he had to be strong for his mother, and now that his mother was gone, he didn't know what to do; how to act, react, or even what emotions would be most appropriate.

"Sophie. You don't have to be sorry. You didn't have anything to do with the accident." Gabriel tried to sooth his frantic aunt. But it only seemed to make her cry even more.

"No …" She sobbed, "I'm sorry I didn't get to you sooner. Your mother called me just before … and she was crying and screaming and saying how …" she sniffed, "How she couldn't take your father's death anymore and that she was going to go kill herself and you so that you could all be together again."

She looked deeply into Gabriel's eyes, "I'm sorry Gabriel. I tried to stop her. I tried to convince her. But by the time I got to where she'd said she was, she had already driven off the bridge." Fresh tears spilled over her cheeks and she brushed them away hastily.

"She tried to kill me…" Gabriel said flatly, unemotionally

"Oh Gabriel!" Sophie said shaking her head, "She wasn't in her right mind! She didn't know what she was doing…"

"She stabbed me…" he said, as if he hadn't heard her, touching his chest where the scar would be.

"Gabriel… don't…" Sophie tried

"She …" he couldn't even say what else she'd done to him with out the risk of throwing up. He started shaking at the memories, his hands where dirty; his hair suddenly smelt like his mother's perfume, and he had that horrible sweet taste in his mouth.

"Gabriel, she was mad with grief…" Sophie tried again to reassure him

"Don't." Gabriel snapped at her and then said as calmly as he could, "Don't try to make excuses for my mother Sophie. You don't even know half of the things she did to me…"

"Gabriel." She said sadly, moving her hand to touch his face, but he flinched away from her.

"I need a shower." He said suddenly.

"Gabriel, you haven't used your muscles in eight months, it will still be a bit before you can stand in a shower." Sophie said softly

"I need, a shower." He ground out, teeth clenched.

Sophie sighed, "I'll… see what I can do." She said before standing up and leaving the room, not without a concerned look back at Gabriel though.

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