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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.)

12. Chapter 12 - Damien's Story

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Damien didn’t come home that night. Or the next day. I was exhausted from not sleeping and I couldn’t bring myself to do anything but wait for him.

The others were worried. Esme wanted to go after Damien, but Edward said that it would be best to give him some time.

Nessie and Alice tried to get me to eat something with no success.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to get out of the house. I got up from where I was sitting by the window and went outside.

I walked further into the forest and breathed deeply. It was twilight – the brink of time in which the day was suspended before it turned into night.

My breath shuddered as I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around myself.

“Damien. Come back. Please.”

The silence enveloped me like a cloak of darkness. I felt like the light had gone out of my life forever.


I looked up. Damien was crouching before me. Seeing the pain in his face broke my heart again. I fell into his arms, sobbing.

“I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. I should have told you. But I wanted to be normal, so I pretended that there was nothing wrong with me. Can you ever forgive me?” I begged, the sobs wracking my body.

“Of course, my beloved. There’s nothing to forgive.” He kissed my brow and gathered me in his lap.

I pressed my lips desperately to his, wildly needing to be closer. For once, he didn’t gently disentangle himself from my grip, but returned the kiss passionately. Our lips moved greedily together, our tongues dueled with each other, and I was filled with a sense of elation.

Abruptly, I found my face pressed to his chest and gasping for breath. His arms were like steel bands around me and I was grateful for the tightness.

“Damn your amazing control,” I whispered and was rewarded with a chuckle.

I pulled back to stare into his eyes with wonder. He was still mine.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, brushing my hair back with his hand.

I knew what he actually wanted to know. I hesitated.

“I’ve been in remission for two years. After my initial diagnosis and treatment, I relapsed once. But I’m fine now.” I caressed his cheek tenderly.

He didn’t say anything, but continued to stroke my hair.

“So,” I ventured. “Edward tells me that you can move things with your mind.”

The side of his mouth lifted. “That’s true. Watch this.” He looked at some rocks on the ground.

My eyes widened as five rocks rose in the air. Then they whirled around each other in an intricate pattern.

I looked back at him. “That’s… wow.”

Damien then gave me what I was looking for: a real smile, albeit a rather mischievous one. “What about this?”

I gasped as gravity seemed to vanish. I felt myself hovering several inches off the ground.

“I’m flying,” I said, looking down at him in awe.

“Yes, you are.”

I watched in delight as Damien floated up to me. I suppose that since he could manipulate other objects with his mind, why not himself?

We held hands as we soared over the treetops. I felt like I was dreaming. But this felt a hundred times better than any dream I had. The land spread out beneath us like a million possibilities. It was magical.

All too soon, we came to rest on one of the tallest trees. I settled myself comfortably in between two thick branches. I wasn’t worried about falling; I knew that Damien would catch me.


The agony I felt when Mabel talked about the disease that was killing her was excruciating. I had to leave the room to sort out the emotions that were rioting inside me. It was unbearable.

I cursed the powers that be that would take away my soulmate away from me within the span of a few years instead of the short decades I had expected.

Did this new development change all the rules now? Or did everything still remain the same?

“Tell me about you,” she said softly, her expression peaceful as we swayed with the tree in the breeze. I knew that she wanted to know about my life before and after I became a vampire.

“I was born in 1806 in England into a noble family,” I began.

“England? Why don’t you have a British accent, then?” she interrupted.

“I do,” I said, switching to my original accent. “I just don’t use it.”

“Oh. You should,” she said shyly. “I think it’s sexy.”

“You do, do you?” I waggled my eyebrows. She giggled. Such an adorable sound.

“Now, as I was saying. I was bred into the ranks of the privileged. I was the third and last born of the Duke of Ashbury…”

“Holy smokes! You’re the son of a duke?” She blurted and then burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh, this is too much!”

“You think nothing of me being a blood-sucking monster, but get hysterical when I tell you that my biological father was a duke,” I muttered, giving her a mock glare. “Do you want to hear my story or not?”

That sobered her up quickly. “I’ll behave, I promise.” She looked at me innocently.

I smiled inwardly, and continued my anecdote.

“Like all vampires, my memory of my human life is unclear. But what I do remember of it was not all rainbows and kittens…”


The year was 1824, and at the age of eighteen, I was a bitter young man. My sire, the duke, was not what you would call a loving father. There were only two things that he cared about: expanding his holdings and grooming his first born to be the next duke.

My mother was only interested in parties, and she spent most of her time in London. My brothers and I were left in the country estate to be brought up by a series of nannies, and then tutors. We were not close at all.

What was my place in life? The man who fathered me already had his heir and his spare. All that was left for me was the clergy or the military. The former was out of the question, and the latter… the latter held a romantic appeal. To die young in the heat of battle – that would be sublime.

I was angry. I hated my parents and resented my brothers. I had no respect for life or anyone.

I was known as Demon to my closest friends and enemies alike. I drank and smoked and gambled and visited prosti– I beg your pardon – ladies of the night frequently.

A year ago, I fell madly in love with a woman two years my elder. Her name was Lady Esmeralda, and I thought that the sun and moon rose and set with her. She was stunningly beautiful and was named diamond of the first water of the season. I would have done anything for her.

It was only later I realized how utterly spoiled and malicious she was. When I poured my heart out to her and declared my love, she callously laughed, saying that I was not worthy of her.

Hurt and publicly humiliated, I swore that I would never love again. The one time I dared to open my heart to someone, I only managed to get it stepped on and flung into the dirt.

I became wilder than ever.

One fateful night, my friends and I decided to go to an underground party. It was very exclusive, only certain people were allowed inside. But we were cocky and were certain that we would not be refused.

We were right. During the course of the night, we got extremely drunk and high on a special drug that had been imported from India. My friends and I were escorted into a dark room with the promise of beautiful girls.

And that was when all hell broke loose.

All I knew was that I heard screaming, bones crunching and the sound of someone drinking. And then pain. The worst pain I unimaginable. I wanted to die. I must have begged for death, but my pleas went unheeded.

Through the haze of excruciation, I heard a female speak. Her musical voice was one I had heard earlier. Daphne. Her name was Daphne.

“I want to keep this one.” I heard her say. “He amuses me.”

“So be it, my love,” another voice crooned. It was her lover, Antoine. “He shall be your pet.”

Three days passed. I was unaware of anything other than the horrifying pain my body was going through.

By the end of it, I was a vampire.

For the next decade or so, I travelled with Antoine and Daphne. I hunted with them. Murdered countless of human beings with them. I was truly a soulless monster.

However, I began to feel discontent. Killing no longer gave me even a brief sense of satisfaction, but instead, a feeling of regret and hopelessness. Thus, I left Antoine and Daphne and set out on my own. They let me go because Daphne had grown tired of me.

I discovered that I could survive on the blood of animals. It was not necessary for me to kill humans any longer. I was relieved.

Not long after that, I met Carlisle on my journey through America. I was surprised. I had not known that there were other vampires like me. He invited me to join his family, which at that time included only Esme and Edward. The idea intrigued me, and so I agreed. I have been a Cullen ever since.

The sound of Mabel’s soft breathing brought me back to the present. Her eyes swam with a strong emotion as she gripped a tree branch for balance. The stars twinkling in the night sky acted as a backdrop to the most beautiful person I had ever known.

“Now knowing my past, knowing what I have been, do you still want to be with me?” I asked her quietly.

I watched the leaves flutter in the breeze as she gathered her thoughts.

“Damien,” she said as she released one of her hands to take mine. “You made the choice to stop killing people. Against the odds, you ignored your natural instinct in order to become who you are today. It must have taken great strength. How can I help but love you all the more for that?”

If my heart could beat, it would have expanded in my chest. My past fears and uncertainties fell away one by one. How did I deserve such a goddess? I marveled.

I leaned forward. “I love you,” I said against her lips.

I felt them curve into a smile. “I love you back,” she whispered.