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.)
2. Chapter 2 - Phew, Oh and Home
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I turned and my heart sank. It was him.
“Dr. Cullen!” Susan trilled as we watched him approach. “How has your first day been so far?”
He smiled back at her. “Really good. I think I’m really going to like this hospital.” He signed a clipboard and handed it to a nurse.
Susan giggled. I fidgeted uncomfortably.
“Who’s your friend?” Dr. Cullen turned toward me.
I lifted a hand in a weak wave. “Hi, Dr. Cullen.”
“This is Mabel,” Susan chirped. “She likes to visit this ward. The kids absolutely love her.”
Dr. Cullen seemed to be assessing me silently.
I desperately wondered how I could get him alone to talk to him. My expression must have given something away, because he said to me, “Well, maybe you could tell me about the patients here. Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?”
“Sure,” I said immediately. “See you later, Su. Take care of yourself, kay?”
Dr. Cullen and I headed for the cafeteria as Susan gaped at our backs in disbelief.
“How have you been, Mabel?” he asked me quietly, once we had sat down at a table in a corner. We ignored the bustle going on around us.
He did recognize me, I thought in dismay.
“I’ve been fine. Absolutely fine,” I answered, stirring my cup of coffee. I stared at the swirling liquid, hoping it would give me some inspiration of what to say.
He waited, as though giving me time to collect myself.
“Do you remember,” I began as I tore my napkin into little pieces. “Do you remember how we met?” I took a breath and met his kind, golden gaze.
“Of course,” he replied, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
“Well, I was wondering,” I said in a rush. “Could you pretend that it never happened? That you don’t know me? I’d just prefer it that way,” I ended in a mumble.
“If that’s what you want me to do,” he said slowly, as though trying to understand my intention.
“Yes,” I said in relief. “Yes, that’s what I want.” I slumped in my chair. “Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” he said encouragingly.
There was a small silence as I finally sipped my coffee. Ugh. Horrible.
“So,” I ventured. “You just moved here?”
“My family and I did, yes.” He folded his arms on the table. He really was amazing looking. I forgot how strong his appeal was.
“Hang on,” I said as two pieces of information clicked together in my head. “There’s a Cullen family moving into Wood Village. Is that you?”
“Yes,” he said, and it seemed like he was searching my eyes for something, a sort of reaction, I suppose. But what he told me didn’t mean anything to me. Except...
“So your foster children will be going to school there?” Duh, I thought to myself. What sort of question was that?
“They will be sophomores and juniors in the local high school,” he said. I could hear the love he had for his family in his voice.
A roll of thunder startled me for the second time that day. I looked out the window. Grey, ominous clouds had gathered in the sky. It started to rain heavily.
“Oh, no!” I yelped and jumped up from my seat. I hadn’t realized it had gotten dark already. “I need to get home. My aunt and uncle are going to be worried.”
Dr. Cullen stood up as well. “You better go then. You’ll be alright in this weather?”
“Sure,” I said as I made sure I hadn’t left anything on the table or chair. It was a habit I’d developed from experience. I hated losing things because I forgot about them.
I noticed that our cups of coffee were practically untouched.
“I guess I’ll see you back at Wood Village. I’ll look out for your kids at school,” I offered.
“That’s very nice of you, Mabel,” he smiled again. “I’ll let them know to look for you if they need any help. You better go on home now. The storm seems to be getting worse.”
“Alright, bye!” I sprinted towards the door.
“And tha–” I turned back to thank him for his discretion, but he was gone.
I surveyed myself in the mirror critically. My long black hair was brushed till it shone. My eyes remained as they were and always will be – a dull brown, but that couldn’t be helped unless I wore colored contact lenses, which were just too expensive.
I was wearing my lucky green fitting sweater with my lucky jeans. My accessories included my lucky earrings, lucky bracelet and lucky ring.
Okay, none of those items were actually lucky. But they were my favorite, and I needed all the comfort I could get for the first day of school. Granted, it wasn’t nearly as nerve wrecking as last year, but I hadn’t seen everyone the past summer, and I wondered if anything had changed.
My room was a mess of almost every article of clothing I had in my closet. Otherwise, it was very pretty. It wasn’t very big, but I loved it.
My double bed sat in the middle of the room, dressed in the pink rose comforter Aunt Brandy had picked out for me. My desk held my laptop and books I needed for school. My dresser had once belonged to Aunt Brandy when she was a girl, so that made it all the more special.
But my favorite part of the room was the window seat. Most nights I liked to sit on it and gaze and the stars. It was my favorite time of the day.
I gave a determined nod at my reflection, gathered my things and bounded down the stairs.
Uncle Garret and Aunt Brandy were sitting at the kitchen table.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Uncle Garrett chuckled as I narrowly avoided colliding with the table.
“Oh, be nice to her Garrett. It’s the first day of her junior year!” Aunt Brandy got up to bring me some pancakes. “And how many times do I have to tell you not to run in the house?” she teased.
“Sorry,” I said meekly. I was always in a hurry, rushing from one thing to the next.
To make up for it, I was the epitome of manners as I ate my pancakes. I chewed thoughtfully as I observed Uncle Garrett and Aunt Brandy read the morning paper.
They weren’t actually my real aunt and uncle, but in fact my godparents. A year ago, they had offered to take me in as they knew I wanted to go to school in America. My parents weren’t very happy with my decision, but agreed to let me go in the end. They wanted so bad to give me everything I wanted. I brooded at my half-eaten pancakes.
I finished my breakfast and rose to kiss my godparents goodbye. “Well, I’m off.”
“So early?” Uncle Garrett asked in surprise.
“Yeah, I just want to say hi to everyone before class,” I said sheepishly.
“Have a good day, dear. Are you sure you don’t me to drop you off at school?” Aunt Brandy fretted.
“I’m sure,” I cringed. I could just see everyone’s faces as they saw me getting out of my Aunt’s SUV. “It’s a beautiful day for riding.” And by beautiful day I meant that it wasn’t raining, hallelujah!
I smiled at her reassuringly. I then wheeled my bicycle from the garage and rode to school.
- Chapter 1 - Mabel
- Chapter 2 - Phew, Oh and Home
- Chapter 3 - First Day of School
- Chapter 4 - Lunch and History
- Chapter 5 - One Rainy Day
- Chapter 6 - We Can Bear It Together
- Chapter 7 - The Cullen Residence
- Chapter 8 - Edward
- Chapter 9 - Halloween
- Chapter 10 - Winter Concert
- Chapter 11 - There's Something About Mabel
- Chapter 12 - Damien's Story
- Chapter 13 - Othello
- Chapter 14 - A Christmas Surprise
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