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New Dawn

It is about 50 years after Breaking Dawn. Everything remains the same with the Cullen family, except I’ve added one new character to it. His name is Damien. Brief back story: He was made into a vampire in 1824 when he was 18. He joined the Cullen family after Esme did. The story explores the relationship between a 17-year-old girl named Mabel and Damien. We realize, almost from the start, that Damien isn't the only one with a secret. The pace progresses rather happily at first, but gets a bit dicey in later chapters. Reviews and criticism are very welcome and appreciated, thank you!

I’d like to apologize in advance for any mistakes in this story. If I get anything wrong, do let me know and I’ll do my best to fix it. Cheers. (And obviously, I do not own copyright to the Twilight series. Stephenie Meyer does. I just decided to write this fan fiction for the fun of it. I have the core of the story in my head – everything else, I’m just making up as I go along.)

1. Chapter 1 - Mabel

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The cold season had made an early appearance this year. I shivered. You would think that after living in Wood Village, Washington for a year, I would have gotten used to the gloomy weather.

I sighed as I got off the bus. The weight of the basket I carried was killing me. The guys at the hospital were gonna be extra happy to see me this time, though, I thought with satisfaction.

“Hey, May!” Dan the orderly exclaimed as I got off on the third floor. “Back so soon?”

“You know me,” I quipped back. “I just can’t stay away from my favorite person in the world.” I gave him a high-five as he entered the elevator behind me.

“Yesterday I was your favorite person in the world.”

I turned to face the woman behind the reception desk.

“Oops, you caught me Susan.” I placed the heavy basket on the counter top. “Here’s something to help atone for my thoughtlessness. Forgive me?”

“Only if they’re brownies,” she said as she peeked under the cloth. We share a love for all things chocolate. “Brownies and muffins, May? Wow, you really went all out this time.”

I propped my chin up gloomily. “School starts in less than a week. I won’t be able to visit as much.”

“I don’t know why you like to come here so much,” the thrice-divorced nurse commented as she bit into a brownie. “Especially since...” She paused.

“Since what?” I frowned.

“Well,” she brushed some crumbs off her lips. “Sometimes it seems like you don’t really want to be here.”

I looked away, uncomfortable.

“Um, how’s Danny today?” I asked, referring to a 9-year-old boy who suffers from lymphoma. I had met him just a few days after I arrived in Wood Village, and he held a special place in my heart.

Susan brightened. “Better today. He’s been waiting for you to visit again.”

“I better not keep him waiting, then,” I grinned as I passed, grabbing a muffin.

I walked down the hallway, passing rooms containing children who had one form of cancer or another. I stared grimly ahead as I listened to an announcement and the beeping of machines until I reached Danny’s room.

I paused in the doorway and softened at the sight of a boy playing a Nintendo DS.

“What level are you on now?”

Danny looked up and his face lit up with a grin. “Mabel!” He put the gadget aside. “Level 9. That dragon is eating dust.”

I laughed and walked over to his bed. “So what’s the dealio? “ I asked, using our greeting.

“Oh, you know. The usual.” He avoided my eyes as he traced patterns on the sheets.

“Danny?” I murmured, worried. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just... You might not see me for a while, because...” His face scrunched together as though trying to hide a strong emotion.

I could my heart beating faster. “What? Because what?”

“Because...” he finally said with a sly expression. “Dr. Kent is releasing me tomorrow!”

I heaved a sigh of relief and smacked him upside his head. “Ouch!” he exclaimed, his eyes dancing.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, you dweeb,” I scolded. “One of these days you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry,” he said penitently, but spoiled it by laughing. I couldn’t help but smile back. The sunlight bounced off his blond hair, giving it a glow. With his face not tightened with pain, but alive with pleasure, he looked like a beautiful little angel.

“Anyway, congratulations!” I said belatedly. “You must be so stoked.”

“Yeah,” he replied, his grin dimming a little. “I sure am gonna miss you, though.”

“Me too,” I mussed his hair, trying to hide my own sadness.

“Hey!” he protested as he ducked his head and blushed.

We visited for half an hour, and then I had to leave. I hated goodbyes, but I didn’t mind this one so much. Danny got to go home and be a kid a little while longer.

I stopped by reception again. I was pleased to notice that the basket was almost empty. I stood for while, watching doctors and nurses bustle past. I watched tired and grieving parents trying to be strong for their sick children.

“So he arrived today.”

I jumped, too engrossed in my thoughts. It was Susan. She was still sitting behind reception, looking at me expectantly.

“Who arrived today?” I wondered. I had no idea what she was talking about.

“You know,” she said impatiently. “The new doctor who was transferring here.”

“Oh!” I exclaimed as I remembered. “He came today? What’s he like?” I knew I would be getting a full description. Susan was, as she liked to put it, a connoisseur of men.

“He’s gorgeous!” she gushed. “He has beautiful blond hair and such pale skin, but what do you expect, coming from this side of the globe? Unfortunately, he’s married. But a girl can dream, right? Dr. Cullen is definitely eye candy material. He...”

“Wait,” I interrupted. “Doctor who?” My heart sped up again. It was getting a fine work out today.

It can’t be, I thought, almost panicking. It just was too much of a coincidence.

“Dr. Cullen,” Susan repeated, staring at me strangely. “Why? Do you know him?”

“No, of course not,” I babbled, laughing nervously. “Why would I? Where would I meet a doctor? Well, obviously a hospital, but...”

“Speak of the devil!” she squealed, primping her hair. “Here he comes!"