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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.)

5. Chapter 5 - One Rainy Day

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Before I knew it, two weeks had past. I hardly talked to the Cullens except individually – or in pairs – during or before classes. My offer to help them at school wasn’t necessary at all. They slipped right in like they had always been there.

Despite all the attention on them, the Cullens ignored it and kept to themselves. They weren’t mobbed quite so much now, although people still talked about them.

I myself watched Damien when I thought no one was watching. I couldn’t help it. There was just something about him that called to me.

But how ridiculous did that sound, I scoffed as I put away my violin. You can decide when and where and with whom you want to fall in lo– like with. It doesn’t just happen.

Orchestra rehearsal had just ended. We were rehearsing Mendelssohn’s E minor Violin Concerto for the Winter Concert, and were sounding good already. I was very excited.

“Mabel,” Mr. Miller called from the conductor’s stand. “Could you please stay behind for a little while. I’d like to speak with you.”

“Sure, Mr. M,” I replied as I clicked my case shut. I smiled and said goodbye to my friends as they left the hall.

I carried my violin over to where he stood. “What can I do for you, Mr. Miller?”

He was young, only in his late twenties. A lot of the girls in the orchestra had crushes on him.

He was still packing up. “What do you think of the Mendelssohn?” he asked as he shuffled his scores.

“It’s great!” I said enthusiastically. “I can’t wait till we’re good enough to play it at the concert.”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” he smiled. “How would you feel about being our soloist?”

My jaw dropped. I was sure I’d misheard him somehow. Maybe he had asked who I thought would be good for a soloist.

“S-sorry, what did you say?”

“Would you like to be the soloist for this concerto?” he repeated patiently.

“Me??” I was flabbergasted. “But I thought you would choose Kitty again for sure. Kitty was our principal violinist. She wouldn’t be pleased about this. “Or at least someone from the first violin section.”

“Mabel,” he said as he picked up his briefcase. “You’re a second violinist because I need good players there. And you would have been last year’s soloist, but you told me that you weren’t ready. That can’t be your excuse again this time, can it?” he looked at me sternly.

“Uh, no?” I gave a sheepish grin.

“Good,” he said briskly and handed me some papers. “Here are the scores. Go home and practice, practice, practice. We’ll work on the first movement together next week.”

“Okay, thanks!” I accepted the scores reverently.

Mr. Miller gave me a thumbs up as he went out the door.

Suddenly, he poked his head back in the hall. I was still staring at the score in disbelief.

“Hey, it’s raining cats and dogs outside. Will you be okay getting home?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I replied. “I’ll just call my godmum.”

He gave a nod and popped back out.

A few minutes later, I remembered that my godparents had gone away for a few days. I looked to see if anyone was still at school, but no one was there.

“Great. This is so great. Sometimes I’m so ridiculously smart, I amaze myself,” I berated myself as I put my things away in my locker. There was no help for it. I was going to have to walk home in the rain. I couldn’t even cycle home because I had gotten a ride with Indi earlier today.

Ten minutes later, I was miserable and wet.

“When I g-get home, I’m going to take a hot s-shower,” I stuttered. “And then I’m gonna take an even hotter b-bubble bath.”

I was so cold, I didn’t notice a sleek black car purr up next to me.

“Need a ride?”


“Need a ride?” I almost added, “babe,” but decided it was too cheesy.

I thought about how I ended up came to be here at this very moment.

I was playing through Chopin’s Op. 10 Etudés – Edward wasn’t the only musician in this family – when Alice gave a cry, “Oh!”

That wasn’t uncommon. Alice had visions frequently.

“That poor girl,”

“Who are you talking about, Alice?” Esme asked, a worried tone to her voice, as she arranged some flowers in a vase.

“Mabel. She is going to have to walk home in the rain,” Alice said forlornly.

“But isn’t there anyone to pick her up?” Esme was distressed.

“I suppose not. Someone should go pick her up.” A new note had entered her voice. What was she up to?

“I’d go, but I’m helping Bella pick out Nessie’s wardrobe.” Even though the girl was fully grown now, Alice still took gleeful pleasure in dressing her. Jacob lounged nearby, enjoying his mate’s martyred expression.

“Rosalie is tuning her car. Anyway, you know she’d never go,” Edward mused. “And Emmet, Jasper and I have to hunt.”

“But Alice just said it was going to ra– ow!” It sounded like Emmett had gotten kicked by Alice.

I kept my eyes on my fingers flying over the black and white keys.

“Well, I don’t feel like hunting in the rain,” Emmett said as he stalked towards the door. “I’ll go pick Mabel u– OUCH!”

I could feel a growl building as I played Chopin’s fourth etude from his op. 10, but it subsided as I heard Edward punch him.

“Fine,” Emmett said sullenly. “If anyone wants me, I’ll be helping Rosalie with her car.” He stomped off to the garage.

I got up from the piano. “I’ll go,” I announced. I knew what Alice and Edward were up to now, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

As I sat in the car now, watching Mabel looking like a drowned rat – a very surprised drowned rat – I wondered why I was drawn to this girl.

Having lived for almost a century and a half and travelled the world many times over, I’d met thousands of girls.

More importantly, even though I’d swore that I would never fall in love again, the connection I felt with that girl had happened the instant I met her. I chuckled softly as I remembered how she fell into my arms, as though she was a gift from God.

“Don’t you want to get into the car?” I frowned. She was going to catch her death of cold if she stayed in the rain any longer.

I swiftly got out and ushered her into the passenger seat.

When I got back in, she was still staring at me. “W-what are you d-doing here?” she shivered violently.

I cursed under my breath as I turned up the heat in the car. “I went back to school to pick up Alice’s history notes,” I lied smoothly.

“Here, wear this.” I chucked her my jacket.

“T-thanks,” she stuttered. She was shaking so hard she had trouble putting it on.

I sighed and helped her find the arm holes. “What were you doing walking in the rain, anyway? Don’t you know you could get very sick?”

“I know, I’m not stupid,” she glared at me. “But I was walking as fast as I could and I would have gotten home in another fifteen minutes.”

“By which time you could have caught pneumonia!” I almost yelled. I tried to slow my breathing.

“What’s it to you, anyway?” she muttered as she huddled under my jacket. I assumed that I wasn’t meant to hear that, but I answered anyway.

“I don’t know,” I groused back, too soft for human ears to hear.

I had told myself that since I would be living here for the next few years, I might as well spice things up by making a friend. That was poor logic, but I couldn’t bother to come up with another excuse.

“You have a nice car,” she finally said after three and a quarter minutes of silence.

I smiled inwardly. Humans never liked long silences. “It’s a Ford Torrace GT600.”

She looked at me as though that should have meant something to her. “All I needed to know was the first word.”

Girls. Rosalie wouldn’t have liked what I was thinking, so I changed it. Girly girls.

“T-turn left here,” she began. But we were already doing so.

We reached her house in thirty seconds. I suppose I should be grateful her attention wasn’t on my driving. I was going a hundred and twenty miles per hour in the pouring rain.

I parked and exited the car. Before she could touch the door handle, I had opened it. I carried her up to her doorstep and waited for her to get the key out.

She seemed to decide that it wasn’t worth protesting about and tried to extract her key from her bag with her trembling hands.

She wasn’t going as fast as I would have liked, so I juggled her in one hand while I took the key out and opened the door with the other.

“You can pu–”

I raced up the stairs in human speed and turned the shower on.

“I can do that mys–,” I scowled and squeezed her gently and. She subsided. Smart girl.

When the temperature was hot enough, I pushed her into the cubicle under the spray.

“Hey!” she sputtered. She struggled as I tried to take my jacket off her. It was ruined now, but I could always get another.

“Enough is enough! I’ve been undressing and washing myself for more than ten years now, I think I can do this part on my own, thank you very much,” she said in a dignified manner. “Would you please go downstairs and wait for me.”

I appraised the soaked girl before me. “Alright. I’m giving you fifteen minutes.”

She opened her mouth as though to berate me again – I loved her version of outrage – but said, “That’s all I need,” and pushed me away. “Now go downstairs!”

I inclined my head and turned away. Only then did I grin as I left the bathroom.


As I waited for her, I visited her room. It was a mess. I chuckled indulgently. Clothes were strewn over the chair, books were left on the floor. The bed was made, as though trying to make up for the rest of the room.

I sat on the bed as I pondered for the thousandth time the rightness of my being here. I recalled my conversation with Edward five days ago…

I was lying down outside, brooding at the stars. Edward walked up and sat down next to me.

“What’s on your mind, bro?”

“Like you don’t know,” I rolled my eyes at him.

He expelled an amused breath. “Esme is worried about you,” he said casually.

I scowled. One thing about living with vampires for more than a century: they get to know you very well.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” I replied as I picked out Pegasus in the sky.

“Isn’t there?” he said seriously and then said, “What about Mabel?”

I tensed at the sound of her name. How dare he say it like she was nothing?

I exhaled and forced myself to relax. I knew he didn’t mean it that way. Besides, Edward was the best person to talk to about my dilemma.

“Yes, I am,” he agreed.

“She’s just like any other girl,” I burst out. “And yet, she’s different.”

“Her blood doesn’t sing out to you,” he stated it like a fact.

“No. She’s not like what Bella was for you. But I feel this need to know her, to be with her,” I said helplessly.

There was a second of silence. “Carlisle thinks he knows why,” Edward said.

I whipped my head around to look at him. “Tell me.”

At that moment, I was not aware of anything but his next words.


Just one word. It vibrated through my being. Soulmates. Could that be it?

“But you don’t believe vampires have souls,” I narrowed my eyes at Edward suspiciously.

“I didn’t say it was my theory; it’s Carlisle’s. He said that there are many legends about soulmates. But most of them agree that not everyone has one. Only a handful does.”

Huh. Soulmates. I felt a small kernel of hope spark inside me. I viciously squashed it.

“Regardless, we could never be. Our relationship is doomed from the start.”

I could never terminate her life. Mabel had such a bright future ahead. How could I take that away from her?

And then there was my promise.

“I felt exactly the same way about Bella after I met her,” Edward said. “But then I realized that she was the best thing that had ever happened to me in my existance.”

I kept quiet, refusing to answer him, knowing what he would say next.

“And don’t you think that your promise to never fall in love again should have expired by now? It’s been a hundred and thirty five years!” he said, exasperated.

I maintained my stony silence.

Another two seconds passed. I glanced at Edward from the corner of my eye. He looked pained, like he was trying to tell me something but didn’t know how.

“Look,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “Why don’t you just get to know her a little? You’ll be going to that school for the next two years – you might as well make the most of it. It would be a shame if you never even spend some time with your soulmate.”

I listened for sarcasm, but there was no trace of it in his voice.

“What would be the point?” I said bleakly. Within the span of a few decades, she would grow old and die. While I…

“Just try,” Edward said, compassion coloring his tone. “Trust me.”

Every weekday I had to face her at school. For five days a week, I was both happy and wretched. I spent weekends fighting the urge to see her again. It was getting harder and harder, almost impossible to stay away.

A fraction of a second later, I had made my choice. “Alright. But I’ll wait for her to make the first move.”

It turned out, fate intervened before that could even happen.