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Note: The summary has been changed. I thought it was A) too short, B) too revealing, and C) not descriptive enough. So here I have a better summary that reveals less, yet describes more. The last one sort of gave it away, and people didn't want to read it because they knew exactly what the story was about. So now I changed it, and here it is. She leaves him for another. He's forced to start over in a new town, at a new school. He's positive he can never love again. She loses her mother in a terrible homicide. She's forced to pick up the peices and try to live again. She's positive that the hole in her heart will never be filled. When the two heartbroken pessimists meet, they notice that the other is strangely detatched, and horribly sad. Neither can figure our what made the other so bitter, until they open up. After all they have been through, can they learn to trust again? Can they learn to start over? Can they learn to forget those that hurt them? Most importantly, can they learn to love again? Chapter One has been rewritten. The story line is completely different, yet somewhat the same.


12. Chapter 11: Tension

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“Daddy?” She breathed.

The stranger smiled, flashing his brilliant white teeth.

I glanced from Ravyn to the stranger and back again. He was clean and polished, with not so much as a millimeter of stubble on his chin. He stood straight and tall, never swerving or leaning. Remembering the violent drunk man he’d been the one time I’d seen him so many months ago, I could not find a comparison between both men.

And yet, I knew that, impossibly, this was her father.


“Aren’t you gonna come say hello?” He asked – his voice clear for the first time since Mom’s death. I stood frozen, completely forgetting the birthday presents I’d just received. The dress, the car, the bracelet, and even the unopened package that Edward had been about to give me.

My throat closed in, and I was unable to form a response. I just stood, staring at the unrecognizable man at the door. I hadn’t seen him with his eyes clear in so long that I almost didn’t recognize the strange red shade to his irises. Of course, I hadn’t known any recovering alcoholics, so I took the color to just be a side effect.

“Please, come in,” Carlisle said, speaking for me when I could not. From the looks on the faces around me, they couldn’t either.

Edward moved to stand at the opposite wall, his expression blank and unemotional. His eyes moved from the face of our visitor and my own, the emotion in them incomprehensible.

Carlisle led my father into the living room and gestured to the arm chair and asked him to have a seat. He obliged, and Carlisle sat across from him on the sofa. Esme sat beside him, and beckoned me over with a finger.

“Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice and Edward, go on upstairs. Ravyn, you stay here. We’ve got some things to talk about, I presume,” he said, looking now at my father.

“Yes, I suppose we do,” he replied, before turning his head to look at me. A smile played about his lips, reminding me of the father I’d known before my mother’s death two summers ago.

I took my seat beside Esme, placing my hands in my lap and twiddling my thumbs uncomfortably. I listened as, one by one, each of my new brothers and sisters filed up the stairs. All but one.

“Edward,” Carlisle warned, shooting him a cold glance.

“I’m not going anywhere. I have as much a right as Ravyn does to be here. She is my sister,” He pointed out, glancing at my father as if to say “You aren’t welcome here.

If looks could kill, my father would be dead.

Carlisle turned that over in his mind a moment, considering his options thoroughly.

“You’re right, Edward,” he said in a strange voice.

“Good, because-”

“Both of you, upstairs, now.”

Edward’s jaw dropped along with mine.

“What?” He gasped, his hands balling into fists.

“You heard me.” He turned to look at me, his expression softening a bit. “We’ll call you down in a little bit, Ray. There are just some things we need to discuss first.”

My eyes flashed to Esme’s, and if she could, she would have been crying.

Edward was suddenly beside me, grabbing my hand and tugging me up from the couch. As he pulled me along the carpet, my feet dragging, I glanced frantically at my father and my sudo-father and mother, sitting across from each other, locked in what appeared to be a staring contest.


Ravyn paced anxiously by the door. She was extremely aggravated that they had kicked her out, just as I had. She also hated that I could hear what was happening and not her.

Her father shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Of course he was on edge – a new vampire in the home of seven other, vicious vampires.

“Mr. Thompson,” Carlisle began, pausing.

“Please, call me Ray.”

“Ray, then,” He said quickly, before turning to the next subject. “We know what you’re here for.”

“You mean, who?”

“Yes. And there are a few problems with that.”

“What problems are there? She’s my daughter, and I am her father.”

“Biologically. But, legally, she is our daughter.”

“I’m not following you,” He stated bleakly.

“After you went missing, we adopted Ravyn. She had no relatives to live with, and you had been left for dead. We didn’t know you were coming back.”

“Well, here I am. Now tell me – what else is keeping me from taking my daughter home this very instant?”

“Well, technically – as far as Child Protective Services is concerned – you are dead. The police force has you down as dead, and, technically, you are.”

“Technically, so are you,” He retorted, his face livid, his nostrils flaring.

“And technically, you are a hazard to her health,” Carlisle growled, all hospitality gone.

“No more of a hazard than you are.” Carlisle couldn’t argue with that.

His tone changed, mocking. “Tell me, what do you hunt nowadays?”

Ray’s hands balled into fists as he spoke. “I would never hurt her.”

Carlisle now wore a cruel, mocking smile on his lips. “Oh but you could – simply by accident.”

Ray froze, unable to form a response. All the while, Esme sat, ramrod straight in her seat, eyes following the conversation back and forth.

Then a similar smile took his lips and he snarled, “And so could you.”

Carlisle dropped his head, defeated.

“No!” I shouted, causing Ravyn to jump.

“What?” She screamed, grabbing my hands frantically.

He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, knowing he’d won. He propped his right leg upon his left – a picture of ease.

“When can I take her home?”

Carlisle’s head snapped up, his face livid.

“I never said I’d let her go with you.”

“But you have no excuses anymore. For one,” He began, counting each off on his fingers as he went, “you have no reason to keep my daughter from me. Two, you can’t call me a monster when you’re not pointing the finger at yourself as well. And three, you know she’ll say yes.”

“Ravyn, don’t!” I yelled suddenly, startling her again.

“Don’t what?” She pleaded, leveling her eyes with mine.

“Don’t say-” I was cut off from a sudden call up the stairs.

“Ravyn, could you come down here please?” Esme called – her voice tight.

Ravyn froze before me, all the blood draining from her face.

My voice turned unemotional. “Go on.”