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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.)

11. Chapter 11 - There's Something About Mabel

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Living with the Cullens was just as fun as I had expected. If I had my way, I would spend all my time with them (especially Damien) and I would flunk out of high school. But Esme was unexpectedly strict and made sure that I went to school and finished my homework on time.

Damien and I had many more musical moments, with him accompanying me on the piano. Even Edward jumped in sometimes. It was hilarious to watch them make up funny duets together.

I was impressed at how good the Cullens were at pretending to be humans. Meal times were tricky, but most of them always said they had other things to do. Jacob became my eating buddy. It was amazing how much that guy could put away. Where did it all go?

Every night, they continued the charade of getting ready for bed. I was supposed to have a bed to myself to sleep in. Aunt Brandy was very firm about that. And technically, I did. She didn’t know that Damien didn’t sleep. Neither was I supposed to know, but not one word did I say about knowing the Cullens’ secret.

Until one Friday after school, I decided to do a bit of gardening. With Esme’s permission, I was rearranging the outdoor furniture with Damien. He was carrying one end of a bench, while I had the other.

“May, why don’t you let one of the guys help you,” he pleaded.

“Nono,” I puffed. “I can do it.” As I struggled for a better grip, the bench suddenly didn’t feel that heavy at all.

“See,” I gave him an I-told-you-so look. “Told you I could do it.”

Damien nodded but kept quiet. I could tell that he was trying to keep a straight face. I looked to my right, and there stood Emmett, holding the bench up with one hand.

“You were saying, Minnie-May?” he grinned and slung his left arm over my shoulder.

“Argh!” I stepped away and threw my hands in the air. “Just because I don’t have super strength like you do.”

I wanted to smack myself as soon as I finished speaking.

Both Damien and Emmett stood frozen, staring at me.

“What did you say?” Damien said, dumbfounded.

“I mean, you know, I don’t have bulging muscles like yours…” I laughed nervously.

“No,” Emmett argued. “I heard you. You said ‘super strength’.”

I was out of rebuttals. At that moment, I heard the sound of Carlisle’s car pulling up the driveway.

I slumped. I was in big trouble.

Five minutes later, I was sitting at the dining table with all of the Cullens staring at me. Again.

I was beating my head against a mental wall. Now that I had time to think about it, there were so many things I could have said to avoid this. I could act as well as the next girl, but when I got caught in a lie, I absolutely freeze up.

“Why did you call this meeting, Emmett?” Carlisle asked pleasantly.

“I think Mabel knows about us,” Emmett said, looking at me accusingly.

Esme gasped. “Emmett,” she mouthed warningly.

I looked around the table. Rosalie was sullenly glaring at me. Jasper was silently assessing me, and I knew that he felt what I was feeling – which was a little bit of dread. Bella looked a little fearful and Edward was rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. Jacob was looking between Emmett, me and Carlisle while Nessie beamed as though she was glad. Alice was smiling at me encouragingly.

Maybe I could brazen my way through this.

“What, that you guys are vampires?” I said brightly.

Rosalie screeched.

I winced. Then again, maybe not. Why couldn’t I sound like that when I got angry?

Who told her? This means that we have to move again, doesn’t it? I hate moving!”

“Move? Why would you guys have to move? I’m not going to tell anyone. And no one else knows.” My nerves exploded into full-blown panic.

“Calm down. No one is moving,” Carlisle said, authority ringing in his voice. He directed his gaze at me. “Please explain.”

“I don’t know why it’s such a big deal,” I mumbled. “Edward and Alice know that I know.”

Alice’s smile disappeared as everyone whipped their heads round to stare at her and Edward. “Thanks, Bella,” she complained.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

“Well, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. All of you – except for Jake – have such pale skin. And I’ve never seen you eat or drink anything – again, except for Jake. But the deal-breaker was something that you told me, Carlisle, when I first met you five years ago.”

Again, I could have kicked myself. What was wrong with me today?

“You and Carlisle have met before?” Damien said with a wounded expression. Edward was right, I thought miserably. Secrets did hurt. And this one was a whopper. Edward shot me a sympathetic look.

I was at a loss for words, and silently begged him to understand.

“What did I say, Mabel?” Carlisle questioned quietly.

“You were telling me about your family to… to distract me. You described your foster children to me by name. They were finishing college and you said that Rosalie and Emmett were planning on travelling the world and that Esme would miss them deeply.”

“I only remembered that some time after meeting you guys, but I didn’t think too much about it,” I finished, not daring to look at anyone other than Carlisle.

“But how did the two of you meet?” Esme asked, confused.

I swallowed. I knew that it was time for me to tell the truth. I wished that I was old enough to drink. Although, I would settle for a cup of cocoa.

There was a blur of movement. I then realized that there was steaming mug of cocoa on the table in front of me.

“Hear you go, May,” Edward said kindly. “Don’t worry, it has just the right amount of sugar this time.” He winked.

I smiled weakly. I took a fortifying sip and I began a concised version of my tale.

“Five years ago, I was holidaying in Canada with my godparents. I was having a great time. So much so, that when I started to feel sick, I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin the vacation.”

“We were having dinner at a restaurant when I suddenly felt really ill. I got up to go to the bathroom, and the next thing I knew, I was in an ambulance with the sirens going at full blast. I was told that I had fainted and that I was on the way to the hospital.”

“That was when I met Carlisle.” I met his gaze and felt comforted. “He ran some tests on me and that was when he told me about all of you.” I bravely looked for the reactions of the people who had come to mean so much to me.

Damien’s agonized expression was like a punch to the gut. My eyes burned.

“And then he diagnosed me with chronic leukemia,” I ended with a whisper.

There was a sudden noise of the scrape of a chair on the floor. Damien stood up, and without looking at me, stalked out the front door.

I looked down. On the table, where Damien’s hands had been, were deep grooves of his hand prints.

Esme placed her hand on mine. “Don’t worry, dear. I’m sure he just went to cool off. It’s a lot to take in.”

The tears I was struggling to hold back finally spilled over.